Hidden Marriage Secret Love: President Mo’s Love ’til the End

Donglei was dissatisfied with his cynicism, "Mu Rao, be careful what you say. You don't know anything, so don't talk nonsense here."

"Since you know everything, why do you come to me to ask about Momo's whereabouts?" Mu Rao's charming peach blossom eyes were nonchalantly raised, and he was unparalleledly handsome.

Donglei, who has always been very eloquent, was speechless.

"Where is the medicine box?" Mo Jingtian ignored the two bickering people.

"Momo, do you have a medicine box at home?" Mu Rao asked.

Mo Jingtian raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him in surprise, "You don't even know if you have a medicine box at home?"

"This is for Momo. I don't live there all the time. How do I know if there is a medicine box?" Mu Raona said confidently, but he still went to the living room to rummage through and found the medicine box.

Mo Jingtian looked at her bloody wounds with dark and unpredictable eyes, and took out cotton swabs and alcohol to prepare for disinfection.

Jiang Mo didn't even look at him and avoided his hand. Just as she was about to stand up, a numbness hit her legs. Her legs went weak and her body became unstable, and she knelt down.

"Be careful." Mo Jingtian quickly reached out to hold her arm and pulled her into his arms.

The faint scent of tobacco hit her, and Jiang Mo subconsciously stretched out her hand to push his chest, but she touched the wound on her finger. The originally healed wound tore open again, and she let out a soft cry from the pain.

Mo Jingtian directly picked him up and walked towards the living room, "Take care of the wound first. I can explain things in the hospital. If you have any questions, you can ask and I will answer them."

His tone was calm and his attitude was calm, as if nothing had happened, as if all this was nothing to him, as if nothing could affect his emotions.

After venting all night and thinking all night, my originally calm mind seemed to be suddenly doused with fire oil, and my anger surged. The ability to control my emotions that I had honed over the past three years was instantly broken.

"No need." The slightly hoarse voice was light and cold, and the anger could not be concealed in the alienation.

Mo Jingtian placed her on the sofa, his brows furrowed slightly, his eyes full of worry, "Don't be willful, treat the wound first."

"Brother Mu." Jiang Mo turned to look at Mu Rao.

His narrow eyes glanced at Mo Jingtian provocatively. Mu Rao was sitting on the ground casually with a cotton swab and a pair of long legs.

Jiang Mo's fingers were seriously injured. The wounds worn by the strings were oozing with blood and the flesh was blurred.

Mu Rao really didn't have much talent in dealing with wounds. He took a cotton swab and carefully disinfected the wound. However, it still hurt and Jiang Mo frowned.

"Be gentle." Mo Jingtian glared at him, his eyes were cruel and shockingly cold.

Mu Rao didn't have the energy to talk to him. All his attention was on Jiang Mo's scarred fingers. However, even so, every time he touched the wound, heartbreaking pain immediately hit her, and the pain made her head all over. sweat.

"Do you know how to treat wounds? Didn't you hear me please be gentle?" Mo Jingtian was like a pissed off lion, trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart.

"You know how to come." Mu Rao threw away the cotton swab in his hand and said angrily. The more he looked at Mo Jingtian, the more unpleasant he became, "Now that I know I feel distressed, what have I done? If it weren't for you, Momo's hands could Injured like this?"

Mo Jingtian stared at the wound on Jiang Mo's hand and ignored the angry Mu Rao.

However, before the cotton swab touched the wound, Jiang Mo had already retracted his hand. It was obvious that he didn't want Mo Jingtian to treat the wound for her.

Looking at her stubborn eyes, Mo Jingtian was defeated, "My relationship with Cheng Yunyi is not what the reporter said, and the person she likes is not me. She was in trouble last night, and I just went to help. The car accident was just an accident.”

Jiang Mo's gaze remained unchanged.

"She doesn't know anything about the two of us. She thinks you are the kind of woman who clings to wealth and wants to join a rich family, so she treats you with that attitude. She thinks she is helping me solve my trouble. What she said is a bit excessive. This is a misunderstanding."

"So, you are rich?" Jiang Mo finally spoke with a slightly hoarse voice.

"It's because we are rich." Mo Jingtian corrected her.

Jiang Mo curled his lips and laughed at himself, "I think Cheng Yunyi is right. I am really not worthy of someone as capable and smart as you. No matter in terms of ability or finances."

Mo Jingtian's expression suddenly changed, his eyes darkened slightly, "I only like you. No one is worthy of me except you."

Jiang Mo didn't argue anymore. He leaned on the sofa and turned to look at the morning sun outside the window.

A deep panic arose in Mo Jingtian's heart. He seemed to see the door to his heart that she had opened for him slowly closing.

"Momo, listen, I will let Cheng Yunyi and Xie Fei apologize to you. Xie Fei was specially transferred to Tianyu from abroad by me. She is a professional manager. With her here, you will be able to worry about many things. A lot, if you don’t like her, we can find someone else.”

He spoke twice as fast as usual, explaining everything he could think of, for fear of being misunderstood.

"Professional manager?" Jiang Mo asked mockingly, her eyes resting on him, "No, if she is just a professional manager, why would she react so much to my appearance?"

"Cheng Yunyi's posture is not as good as hers," Jiang Mo stared at his handsome face, "Does she like you?"

Mo Jingtian could kill a fly between his eyebrows, "How is that possible? She just works in my company. Even if she likes me, I only like you."

The low-alcohol voice is affectionate and sincere, enough to make any girl fall in love.

Jiang Mo did not refuse him to treat her wounds.

Mo Jingtian's movements were really very light. Every time the cotton swab touched the wound, he was extremely careful, for fear that using too much force would cause Jiang Mo more pain.

In less than ten minutes, large beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead. He was highly nervous and tense, and his face looked even uglier than Jiang Mo's.

Jiang Mo endured the painful pain in his fingertips and looked down at Mo Jingtian, who was sitting on the ground with a serious and focused expression, as if he was dealing with a contract worth hundreds of millions.

He really has a good skin, his eyes are deep, his nose is high, his facial features are three-dimensional, his thin lips are calm and intimidating, and he has the aura of a superior person coming towards him.

At this time, his serious and focused appearance was particularly attractive, and he exuded masculine charm, making it almost impossible to take your eyes away.

There is indeed no shortage of women to like such a man.

Jiang Mo looked away, so, is she worthy of such a person?

The living room was very quiet. Mu Rao frowned and stared at Jiang Mo's injured finger.

Donglei didn't even dare to say a word, and looked at Mo Jingtian with worried eyes, wondering if he had forgotten that he was also sick now.

Finally, an hour later, Mo Jingtian disinfected the last finger. His whole body seemed to have ended a difficult battle, and the tight strings finally relaxed.

"It's better to go to the hospital for a check-up. If there is really something wrong with your fingers that affects your flexibility, if you don't cry by then, all the musical instruments in the room will cry."

Mu Rao stood up and was about to take the people away.

"Don't worry, I will take her there..." As soon as Mo Jingtian stood up, his eyes blurred and he fell down.