Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

When she was slumped in his arms due to breathing difficulties, Mo Shiqian finally let go, let go and withdrew from her lips and tongue. At that time, Chi Huan’s pale face was already red, and everything in her mouth was The taste of men.

She ignored the rest, propped her left hand on the edge of the bed, panting with her head low.

Until the top of his head sounded the man was hoarse and sexy, covered with a thin smiling voice, "Does it taste good? Or change it, let's have porridge?" Chi Huan was very annoyed.

This annoyance could not even tell whether it was to him or to herself.

Fingers clenched the sheet tightly, suddenly released it, and then suddenly raised his head, raising his hand and slapped it over——

The applause did not fall, and the man’s cold and feminine voice sounded, "If you want me to sleep with you in the hospital, you can do it--"

Chi Huan's hands froze in midair.

Looking at the handsome face close at hand, his breathing became increasingly rapid and disordered.

Her face was red, and her eyes were flushed.

Her chest was even more undulating.

This look is very vivid.

"Mo Shiqian, with your status today, are you afraid of people making jokes when you bully a woman like this?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and curled his lips. The arc was very shallow, but it meant that it was extraordinarily **** and nasty. "With my position today, even a woman can't be bullied. What's the point?"

There was a "bang".

There were several layers of different types of breakfast in the heat preservation box placed by the bed, all of which were swept to the ground by Chi Huan.

There was a sound of framing, making a mess.

Mo Shiqian looked at her coldly.

In fact, those eyes can only be said to be calm, but behind the calm is coldness.

And this point is as thin as thin and dense ice needles.

Especially after the "warmness" just now.

When the reason was disbanded, the grievances that had long been under the abyss of emotion were finally uncontrollable, and a little bit of tossed up, mixed with helpless anger, hovering above her heart, forming a kind of inability Describe the feeling.

Mo Shiqian lowered his gaze and glanced at the woman, clutching the white fingers on the bed sheet, stretched out his hand to touch her cheek again, and said with a faint smile, "Huahuan, why are you like a child? Just be angry with me. Be angry with me, why bother with some dead objects? Those are your breakfast. You fell them, what did you eat?"

He moved his hand from her cheek to her forehead, "I can still lose my temper and see that I am more than half cured."

After speaking, he rang the bell on the bedside, regardless of whether the nurse did it or not, he whispered, "Clean up the ground, and send me another porridge."

Her voice was weak and hoarse, "Mo Shiqian!"

The man is indifferent.

He got up, walked around the mess in that place, and walked to the window again, "Twenty minutes."

The nurse looked at his back, and then looked at the hottest new movie queen recently, the great beauty Chi Huan. Although she did not know the specific identity of the man, she still did not dare to speak, and quickly went out and asked someone to come in to clean and look for it again. A bowl of porridge came back.

Chi Huan watched the young nurse come in with the porridge, looked at her on the bed, and walked behind the man. The thin voice was obviously softer than usual, and there was something unspeakable but obviously a little shy. The sound of the smell, "Sir... the porridge you want... this time there is no more in the hospital, so I went outside to buy it. It took some time. I'm sorry."

The appearance of the young girl carrying spring made Chi Huan's heart stuck.

In fact, she understood very well that Mo Shiqian was standing there, just the height of 1.87 meters and the handsome skin are enough to make the heartbeat of the little girl who knows nothing about the world speed up.

Someone has said that power is a woman’s aphrodisiac, and for a man who was in a high position in the previous period, these two words have been clearly branded in his aura. Even if he does not know who he is, he can tell at a glance that he is not. Ordinary people.

But the more you understand, the more accurately you can capture this feeling.

It didn't matter to her, but Chi Huan still turned his head to the side and didn't look at them.

Mo Shiqian just turned around and saw her move.

He lowered his head, glanced at the young nurse with a shy smile on his face, reached out his hand to take the porridge, "It's okay," the man held his lips and smiled, "Thank you."

"It's okay...Then I'll go out first. If you need anything, sir, call me again."

"it is good."

The little nurse took two steps back, then turned and walked outside the door.

Chi Huan still saw the red ear roots accidentally.

Her breathing became even worse.

He is gentler than before, not gentle to her, but gentle to everyone.

Mo Shiqian walked back to the bed with the porridge.

Chi Huan had calmed down. She looked at him, glanced at the bowl in his hand, stretched out her hand, and said coldly, "I drink it myself."

Not just a bowl of porridge.

What's so much about a bowl of porridge.

The man looked at her "obediently", his eyes narrowed.

But instead of passing the bowl into her hand, he reached out and put it back on the bed.

Chi Huan frowned, "What are you doing?"

He got up and walked to the sofa leaning against the wall with the suit and tie he took off after entering the door. He bent over to pick up the tie and walked back.

Chi Huan didn’t know what he wanted to do, but he still had a very bad premonition that he couldn’t help but want to move back as he approached, but there was still an injection needle in her right hand, and she hesitated to ask for it. Don't pull out the needle when the man has returned.

"Mo Shiqian what are you doing, are you crazy?"

The man's slender and distinct fingers skillfully tied her left hand to the head of the bed with a tie.

"If you want to remove the needle, it's best to do it now, lest I have to do it again," he knelt on one knee beside her, the distance between them was extremely close, so close that she could feel him. The temperature can smell his body more clearly, and he smiled dumbly, "However, if you pull out the needle before this bottle of medicine is injected...Don't blame me for bullying the patient with fever."

Chi Huan understood what this bullying meant.

She almost raised her voice and asked in a shrill voice, "What the **** do you want?"

Chi Huan soon knew what he was going to do.

He wants to feed her porridge.

To be precise, either hey or disgust her.

The original plain porridge was forcibly passed over by the man pinching her jaw.

Chi Huan was so angry that tears fell.

Was kissed again.

The man’s thin lips touched her lips, smiling, and the whole body was deeply evil and cold, "Let you throw me something," he bit her lips lightly, full of condescending mockery, "Look See you, what can you do with me."

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