Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

Her white shirt was completely drenched with water, and she outlined a graceful body curve. The water droplets descended down her hair and face. Although she was in a plain attire, she showed her incomparable charm.

Mo Yanbai removed his eyes.

"Who are you, who are you?" she asked in a panic, curling up to the very edge of the bathtub.

But where the bathtub is, it is not enough for her to hide, and her graceful body cannot be hidden in the water.

"You don't need to know who I am."

"Then Jingxin, Han Jingxin? What about others?" Han Jingxin is his husband and the man she will spend the night with tonight. Who is this man and why is he here?

There was panic in her eyes.

Mo Yanbai didn't want to tell her more, and simply said: "I don't know what happened to you, but the Han Jingxin in your mouth just now has medicine in your juice, and he himself left."

"I don't believe it!" she said angrily, "he is my husband, how could he give me medicine! Get out!"

Mo Yanbai didn't expect her to believe in herself, she was a stranger, and of course he would not want to stay and be criticized by her.

He stood up, the tall figure cast a long figure on her.

She looked at him and shrank awkwardly. The cold water was still immersed in her body, making her tremble, but even though he was so handsome, the strange feeling still made her feel uneasy.

"You don't want to get out!" She seemed to be afraid that he would pounce on her with a beastly attack. Her tone was very stern, but she couldn't hide her lack of confidence.

Mo Yanbai turned and walked out of the bathroom, she was slightly relieved, but the hot body was real, and the mind was a little fuzzy. What he said might not be false.

But why should he help himself? She couldn't figure out why Han Jingxin would drug herself.

She couldn't believe the stranger, even if she said something to make him go away, in fact, she was a little uncomfortable in her heart, feeling that she was a little too much to treat him like this.

Mo Yanbai's eyes flickered, and no one had dared to speak to him like this.

He glanced at her. She felt guilty and didn't dare to look directly into his eyes. She knew that she had done nothing to protect herself, or she was forced to lower her head by Mo Yanbai's gaze.

What's wrong with yourself? You feel so guilty for scolding him a few words? Her face flushed and she did not dare to look up.

Mo Yanbai glanced at her and said faintly: "You are so good at it."

After that, he turned and strode out.

She dared to raise her head to look at him, but she couldn't see anything except a tall and straight back, and she was suddenly lost in her heart.

Just as Mo Yanbai walked out, a sneaky man walked in. He was wide and fat, and he looked in his early fifties, with a shiny head and very wretched head.

"Good, good, good boss Han, I will definitely get things done." He came in on the phone, rubbing his fingers wretchedly, and his face was greasy with excitement at the thought of enjoying such a big beauty in vain. His face flushed.

As soon as he walked in, he didn't see the picture of the imaginary beauty in disheveled clothes, but instead saw Mo Yanbai standing in front of him.

He was startled suddenly: "Who are you?"

"Who asked you to come?" Mo Yanbai asked.