Delicate Female Supporting Role A and Tyrant Male Protagonist O

Early the next morning, Jian Luozhi woke up with a crackling sound and the smell of food.

He took a brief shower, pushed open the door and walked into the living room, his footsteps uncontrollable.

Qiao Mo, who was wearing a cute cartoon apron, held a plate of fragrant dishes on the dining table. Probably because the porcelain plate was not insulated, she put down the porcelain plate when it was hot, and she shook her hands, chopped her feet, and whirled.

Seemingly aware of Jian Luozhi's sight, Qiao Mo turned to look at Jian Luozhi, sucking his red fingers and smiling: "Mr. Jian, are you up?"

Her long hair was tied with a fringed hairpin, her cheeks were flushed from being busy, her eyes were bright and agile, she was wearing a cute bear apron, tilted her head and sucked her fingers and smiled sweetly at Jian Luozhi.

That smile was like honey water, it entered Jian Luozhi's heart and softened Jian Luozhi's indifferent and frozen heart.

Originally, because of yesterday's photo and Oolong, Jian Luozhi's face was as cold as ice, and he wanted to call Qiao Mo down early this morning and beat him.

But now the atmosphere is probably too warm, so that it can be regarded as warm, Jian Luozhi's indifferent face, involuntarily melted in the smell of mundane fireworks, seems to have been dyed with tenderness.

"Mr. Jane, sit down and try the food I made."

Qiao Mo was not shy and twisted, and generously pulled Jian Luozhi over, served Jian Luozhi with food diligently, and waited for Jian Luozhi's evaluation with blinking eyes.

In Qiao Mo's expectant gaze, Jian Luozhi didn't say anything to refuse, but silently picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and his eyes fell on the dishes on the table in front of him.

It can be seen that the person who prepared it is very thoughtful. Although it is a common meal, the color is bright and eye-catching, and the nutrition is balanced. It is probably impossible to know his taste, so there are sour, sweet and spicy dishes, and every dish looks very delicious. .

Under Qiao Mo's earnest gaze, Jian Luozhi did not refuse and simply took two bites.

"good."

Jian Luozhi said it was good, then this meal was indeed very good. It can be said that Jian Luozhi was also very surprised. He didn't expect Qiao Mo to have such a skill.

After he signed a cohabitation contract with Qiao Mo, what Qiao Mo talked about most in front of him was clothes and jewelry, sports car jewelry, and what he asked most was money.

However, these things were originally within the scope of the contract, and Jian Luozhi wanted to use Qiao Mo to cover up people's eyes and ears, so spending money like this was nothing.

Qiao Mo probably misunderstood that his acquiescence was indulgent and liked, and then he became more and more irritable, playing with jealousy, and excluding people who were close to him.

This is also the reason why Jian Luozhi planned to beat Qiao Mo after learning that Qiao Mo sent a photo to Bai Xiu.

He never watched Qiao Mo show off any skills. Anyway, the villa housekeeper would find someone to handle three meals a day. Qiao Mo didn't care about his situation, and of course he didn't need it.

So seeing such a table of dishes now, Jian Luozhi is somewhat surprised.

Qiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief, folded his hands and bowed to Jian Luozhi, and blinked his eyes cutely: "Then please don't be angry, Mr. Jian, I really thought it was a thief last night, so ... no I thought it would be Mr. Jane."

Qiao Mo was really sorry for accidentally hurting Jian Luozhi yesterday, so she decided to get up early in the morning and cook a good table to make amends for Jian Luozhi.

Jian Luozhi didn't answer, he put down his chopsticks and looked at Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo is indeed a lot more sensible than before. He knows how to admit his mistakes, how to bow his head to apologize, and how to play tricks to make him happy.

But is Qiao Mo being knowledgeable, sensible and sensible, or is he hiding something behind the scenes, pretending to be cute and cute in front of him, and arrogant in front of outsiders?

And Qiao Mo's skill, why does Qiao Mo have such a dexterous skill?

Jian Luozhi asked himself that he was by no means a weak omega. Even if he was limited by his physique, he tried his best to improve his physical strength. Although he couldn't compare with alhpa, he could easily subdue an ordinary male bete. It was so easy yesterday. The ground was pressed against the ground by Qiao Mo, unable to resist.

How many surprises can Qiao Mo give him, or the other party has been pretending?

"Mr. Jane?"

Seeing that Jian Luozhi didn't speak, Qiao Mo just stared at himself quietly, a little uneasy in his heart, so he cautiously probed and asked.

"Mr. Jane, I..."

Qiao Mo wanted to continue explaining, but his eyes moved and fell on Jian Luozhi's wrist.

At this moment, Jian Luozhi was not wearing his formal suit, but was wearing a casual shirt with the cuffs of his shirt rolled up. Jian Luozhi's hand happened to be on the bowl, revealing a white and slender figure. wrist.

Jian Luozhi's hands are beautiful like works of art, and her wrists are like jade, but now there are a few bruises scattered on her thin and fair wrists, which are exactly the size of the handprints she left last night.

"Mr. Jane!"

Qiao Mo stood up in surprise, almost crying without tears in her heart.

She didn't expect to actually hurt Jian Luozhi yesterday. She clearly remembered that she didn't use much effort, how could Jian Luozhi's wrist look like this? There is no breather.

Yesterday, she still felt that Jian Luozhi was squeamish, and she cried when she touched it. She didn't look like the boss at all. Today, when she saw the wounds on Jian Luozhi's wrist that looked like domestic violence, Qiao Mo knew how outrageous she was.

It's no wonder that Jian Luozhi's expression was wrong yesterday, her wrist was pinched like this, how painful it must be, it is estimated that Jian Luozhi had to hold her face up and not call out, so she misestimated her strength.

It's over, it seems that a table of dishes can't make up for their mistakes.

Jian Luozhi was stunned by Qiao Mo's reaction, and then followed Qiao Mo's gaze to see his wrist.

His skin was naturally fine and white, and it was easy to leave marks. It was probably misunderstood by Qiao Mo.

Jian Luozhi lowered his eyes, raised his hand and lowered his cuff, looked at Qiao Mo and said lightly, "It's nothing."

"How can it be okay, Mr. Jane, wait a moment."

Qiao Mo didn't care about anything else, and quickly got up and rummaged in the villa: "Mr. Jian, do you remember where the home medicine box is?"

"it does not matter."

"It doesn't matter." Qiao Mo looked at Jian Luozhi and said in disapproval, "If you don't take care of the injury on your wrist, it may take a month to subside. Are you planning to not show your wrist for a month?"

Jian Luozhi: "…"

Jian Luozhi was completely controlled by Qiao Mo, so he could only raise his finger to point to the location of the medicine box.

Qiao Mo found the medicated oil, she simply read the instructions for use, and found that although the time and space are not the same, the effect of the medicated oil is very different, she took the medicated oil and walked to Jian Luozhi: "Mr. Jian, trouble. You roll up your cuffs."

Jian Luozhi raised his eyes to look at Qiao Mo, and found that Qiao Mo's attention was all on his wrist, and his face was full of anxiety.

He silently rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand in front of Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo poured the medicated oil into the palm of his hand and rubbed it warm, holding Jian Luozhi's wrist and gently massaged Jian Luozhi: "If it hurts, just call me, I didn't hurt your wrist bone yesterday, you can move around a bit later. Let me see if it's okay."

The warm sunlight came in from the window and fell on the glass vase, reflecting the shredded light, dyeing the peaceful face of the girl in front of her with a dream-like golden color.

Her long eyelashes seemed to be sprinkled with gold powder, and she carefully rubbed Jian Luozhi's wrist with her eyes down, while patiently asking him how strong it was.

The girl's palm was fair and small, warm and powerful, her fingers tightly clasped his wrist, and the soft temperature seemed to penetrate into the skin and flowed all the way into Jian Luo's heart.

Jian Luozhi's slender fingers curled up, and the tip of her little finger happened to tug at Qiao Mo's palm.

Qiao Mo suddenly stopped and looked at Jian Luozhi nervously: "Mr. Jian, does it hurt, so I have less strength?"

"Qiao Mo, is your strength innate?"

Jian Luozhi looked down at Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo thought that Jian Luozhi was asking about the situation last night, and she smiled apologetically: "It doesn't count. Later, I also exercised. My parents said that I need to learn to protect myself, so they let me learn some boxing and kung fu. Save."

What Qiao Mo was talking about was her past. At that time, the Zerg hadn't invaded yet. Qiao Mo was just a happy little girl in an ordinary family. Her parents regarded her as a jewel in their hands. For fear of her being bullied, they forced her to learn two-handed self-defense.

Maybe Qiao Mo was a bit talented and learned better than others. Later, when he joined the army, he was very popular with the instructors and taught her two more tricks.

Therefore, even if she is a civilian who does not leave the laboratory, her physical strength and force can barely pass the test.

But she didn't dare to say these words, for fear that Jian Luozhi felt that she was mocking the other party's lack of physical strength.

But she didn't expect that the original body is so delicate and pretentious, and her strength is not small, or did she bring not only mental power after crossing, but also strength?

Jian Luozhi looked at Qiao Mo's face, the girl smiled innocently, softly and defenselessly, as beautiful as a fragile flower branch in a vase.

Qiao Mo's parents were right. Beautiful female omegas should indeed learn to protect themselves so that they won't be powerless to resist when they suffer.

"Hey, there's even one on the wrist here?"

Jian Luozhi stared at Qiao Mo's face and lost his mind. Here, Qiao Mo has rolled up the sleeve of Jian Luozhi's other wrist and checked it. He was surprised to find that this wrist was worse than the other, and Wu Qing's five fingerprints were rooted. The roots are clear, as if Jian Luozhi was devastated by some invisible torrential rain.

Qiao Mo's expression suddenly collapsed, and the guilt in her heart deepened. She looked at Jian Luozhi with a pitiful tone: "Mr. Jian, why don't you deduct my salary? Employer, I should see clearly before I do it."

Jian Luozhi smiled.

Like the spring breeze blowing away the frozen lake, a pool of snow water as clear as ice and jade ripples.

He smiled from the corners of his eyes and lips, real and gentle.

Qiao Mo was stunned.

"No deduction."

Even if Qiao Mo is showing his teeth and claws in front of outsiders, there is no need for him to be humble.

Qiao Mo is casual, he just takes care of the aftermath for the other party, but he doesn't have to force Qiao Mo to suppress his nature.

The smile on Jian Luozhi's face disappeared like a flash in the pan. After he finished saying these two words, he got up and tucked up his clothes and left, but he didn't talk to Qiao Mo about what happened last night.

Seeing the back of Jian Luozhi leaving, Qiao Mo was moved to tears.

Simply fall.

Really Bodhisattva Jane boss, conscience capitalist.

Wuwuwu, she will definitely work hard to match Jian Luozhi and the heroine, and retire in time, so that the two will have less twists and turns.