I Wish Mo All the Best

"...soup spilled."

Qianmo stepped back subconsciously, the soup spilled on her hands first, and then on the quilt, she reached out to get the tissue from the bedside table, while he straightened up in a panic to see if her hands were burned.

The height difference of the golden couple played a major role at this time, one forward and the other upward, two mouths and four lips, touching together without warning.

So soft, so fragrant, so sweet.

Much more real than in his dreams.

Qianmo didn't expect this to happen, so she froze there, and then saw the expressionless man fall straight backwards, with the face still hanging on his face. Calm facial expression when landing in slow motion.

Dedicate yourself to righteousness, you will have no regrets in this life, it is worth it!

Dizzy, fainted...

Qianmo was speechless to the fainted man.

If it weren't for the shared memories of the two of them in the previous life, she would have seriously suspected that he hated herself.

What is going on with him, why does he feel strange every time he sees him.

It seems that I am looking forward to touching him, but I am very afraid of touching him.

Qianmo kept this incident in her heart, and she would definitely find out what was hidden behind it.

Right now, she looked at the man who had passed out, feeling too much reluctance in her heart, checked to see if his wound was open, found out the hospital gown, and carefully took off his clothes.

During this period, his eyes slightly opened a small slit, and when he saw her, he stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and moved his lower lip slightly.

Silently, but she knew that he would never leave again.

It doesn't matter who you love me like.

Qianmo didn't know if he regarded himself as someone else's incarnation at this moment, but she knew that she would not abandon him.

After changing his shirt gently, he lifted the quilt and struggled with his trousers for a moment.

It is obviously inappropriate to take off other people's pants when you come up, but...

The child was almost born, it's meaningless to be hypocritical, and if he sleeps uncomfortable, the wound will not heal easily. Anyway, if he wakes up and asks about it, she will say that his subordinates did it.

Perfect.

Qianmo completely ignored what his subordinates said, no one could get close to him, even if he was asleep, he would recognize him.

When changing clothes, I deliberately glanced at what people were wearing inside, disgusted...

Sure enough, without her around, he just dressed casually, resisting the urge to take off the inside and replace it with the one she likes. Qianmo felt that she might have a weird obsessive-compulsive disorder, always like to take everything on her own land. It was smooth and smooth.

What urging my aunt to lose weight, changing clothes for Yu Changmo...

Before he woke up after changing his clothes, Qianmo vaguely heard that there seemed to be noise in the corridor, and it seemed that his father should have finished being scratched, so he got up and took a look at him, covered him with the quilt before leaving.

In the dream, Yu Changmo seemed to smell her fragrance, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Back in the room, I saw my father sitting on the sofa with a dark face, obviously related to the two subordinates outside the door who kept blinking at her.

"Have you seen enough? Tsk tsk, you've learned how to find someone to stop your dad. It's ok. I figured out that this family can't accommodate you anymore. I'll go back and prepare a dowry for you now!" Chen Baichuan just came back When I saw my daughter, I thought it was next door, and when I thought about going to arrest her, I was taken off by those two men and came back.

I wanted to beat him but couldn't beat him, so I sat here and got sulky, watching my daughter with her elbows turned out was heartbroken, and she was sour when she opened her mouth.

Qianmo saw her father's serious expression coupled with the three obvious scratches on his face, as well as the scratched hair, and wanted to laugh but could only hold back.

"Where's my auntie?" She didn't answer her father directly, but went to the bed and lay down. Anyway, my father is a paper tiger, no matter how loud he growled, he would not dare to hit his daughter.

Sure enough, Chen Baichuan saw his daughter's exhausted face, and he was reluctant to pursue it further, but when she heard her talking about aunt, he couldn't help but get angry.

"You stinky girl! Why did you send that kind of message to mislead your aunt!"

"Been scratched?"

"...No! I taught her a lesson, she cried and apologized to me, and then went to buy millet porridge."

Chen Baichuan held his respect with a guilty conscience, pretending that he was still the head of the family, and he had a special reputation.

Qianmo yelled at the three scratches on his face, which made her father furious.

"You are not allowed to mislead your aunt like that again in the future!" The fat girl almost broke the flowers for him just now!

"Am I misleading? I told my aunt three things about you. Your room card is indeed for my aunt, and the private money is also saved to buy gifts for my aunt. It is my exaggeration to hug the farmer." of--"

Chen Baichuan stared his eyes as big as copper bells, and his nostrils were blown back and forth with anger.

Emma, ​​this girl has opened her eyes, right?

How can I hide my private money and apply for a room card without hiding it from her? !

"You're making it up, why don't you hurry up and clarify it with your aunt?" The fat girl went crazy, it was scary...

"The ones above are made up. A week ago, when you were drinking with friends in the seafood restaurant, you still hugged the owner of the fishing ground's mistress. Is this also made up by me?"

Chen Baichuan's flamboyant nostrils were comically fixed, and his nostrils that were bigger than usual looked a little funny, but his heart couldn't be funny.

"Blind, nonsense..." This sentence is so guilty, it doesn't take Qianmo to know it professionally.

"Are you talking nonsense that you know it in your heart?"

This is also a memory from her previous life. At that time, she was not optimistic about the relationship between her father and aunt, so she didn't bother to say it. Now it is different.

Facing his daughter's aggressiveness, Chen Baichuan could only explain with a guilty conscience.

"What do you know, it's just a joke...business entertainment."

This is true.

Her father is not a flirtatious man, he just cares about face too much.

Sometimes he goes out to drink with his cronies, and when they provoke him, he tends to do excessive things.

For example, hugging a woman while drinking, this kind of behavior is obviously that the person at the same table is irritating him, saying that he is afraid of guilt or something, but my dad just hugs him if he is stupid, it seems that he is not so afraid of guilt...

In her previous life, Mu Feifei, the femme fatale woman, saw that her aunt was too capable and managed the farm better and better. In order to cut off her father's left and right arms, she instigated others to feed her father too much, and took pictures of her father hugging other women. My aunt fought with her father, and then Mu Feifei and Lin Xiangli Yingwai worked together to empty the farm.

The problem of losing face must be corrected, so Qianmo's text messages to her aunt today were not all to avenge Yu Changmo, but also to take the opportunity to beat her father.

Chen Baichuan became angry from embarrassment, and he didn't know where to put his old face. How could his daughter talk about him for such a thing, and felt ashamed.

"How much is face worth? Don't forget, who in this world loves you the most and takes care of you the most. If you dare to let my aunt down, I won't recognize you. When the time comes, I will lead my aunt away and we two will live together. You should be a widowed old man, look at those who play on the occasion and whether they serve you tea and water, you are sick and do not care about you if you are sick!"

Outside the door, Mu Mianmian, who came back with chicken soup, cried into a tear that weighed hundreds of catties. She didn't love this child for nothing!