I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

"Mianmian." Mo Yesi felt the temperature and strength of the girl's fingertips, and the voice gently called her.

Qiao Mianmian responded gently: "Huh?"

"Will we blow hair later when we are old?"

"Huh?" Qiao Mian froze for a moment, and a light smile appeared on his lips. "Of course it will. Then, when I am old, will you keep blowing my hair?"

"Well." Mo Yesi's thick black eyelashes covering his eyes quivered slightly, and slowly opened his eyes. The dark, dark eyes seemed to be filled with stars and the eyes were soft and intoxicating, "Of course."

Mo Yesi's hair is black and shiny, and his hair quality is particularly good.

It is the kind that does not add any special effects if you shoot shampoo ads.

The touch is particularly good, the hair is soft and fine, and it feels like satin.

The shampoo he used had a faint scent of mint, and the warm wind blew on the ends of the hair, and the good smell swelled into Qiao Mian's nose.

She glanced down at Mo Yesi. She didn't see anything strange on the man's handsome and unreal face, and she couldn't help but feel a little curious.

After waiting for a while, she couldn't help but ask: "Mo Yesi, do you know..."

"Huh? What do you know?"

She paused halfway through, and aroused the curiosity of the man.

Qiao Mianmian pursed her lips, and then finished half of the words: "Shen Rou had an accident and the injury was serious. Do you know this?"

She thought about how Shen Rou had known Mo Si for more than 20 years.

Although the two are like strangers now, at this time, if Mo Yesi knows this, he still has some ideas in his heart.

But from when he entered the bedroom to now, Qiao Mianmian did not see any difference between him and usual.

It was as if he didn't know anything about Shen Rou's car accident.

Mo Yesi's eyes flickered, and after a few seconds, he nodded and responded: "Well, I saw the news. Shaoqing also called me to say this."

So he knew.

But his reaction was too indifferent.

"You know she has a car accident?"

"Yeah. I know."

"Did you have any idea..." Qiao Mianmian was really curious.

Mo Yesi froze, raised his head and glanced at her: "Idea? What do you think I want?"

"That's what you have known for so many years. I used to be a good friend. I heard... she was in a critical situation, and her heartbeat stopped twice during the rescue. If...if she didn't rescue, would you have that? A little bit sad?"

She asked this sentence purely because of curiosity.

There is absolutely no jealous ingredient.

And she felt that even if Mo Yesi was sad because of this matter, she could understand.

"Sad?" Mo Yesi froze for a few more seconds.

The man squinted in the dark and deep eyes, and did not answer her immediately, as if thinking about the problem seriously.

Qiao Mianmian waited for a while, and didn't wait too long. Hearing Mo Yesi's voice slightly said indifferently: "If she didn't do those things to you, then we would be friends, and I might feel sad. "

"However, she did things that hurt you again and again. She hasn't been my friend for a long time, and my friendship with her friends has been exhausted. Mianmian, I have given her a few chances before, but She is still doing her own thing."