"do not move."
The paper box was placed between the two of them. Mo Shiqian held her chin with one hand and wiped the stains on her face with a tissue with the other hand, although some of it had been rubbed by her on his clothes.
Chi Huan cooperated and didn't move.
The expensive and luxurious Pagani contained the most exquisite paper towels, which were soft and unscented. In fact, she couldn't smell any fragrance, because her nose was filled with the scent of the man in front of her.
Shower gel, shampoo, or... aftershave
The smell is refreshing, clean and nice.
After using several paper towels, some of them couldn't be wiped clean with just paper. Mo Shiqian frowned and asked, "Are there any wet wipes?"
Chi Huan opened the bag, lowered his head and rummaged through it, found a pack of wet wipes, took it out, and handed it to him.
Mo Shiqian wiped it twice more. Except for the bleeding injury on his forehead, his palm-sized face was finally clean and fair again.
Finally, after throwing away the used trash, he stared at her and spoke in a low and calm voice, "My eldest lady, can you tell me now why you are standing there stupidly and being smashed by your fans."
After guarding her for several years, he actually knew a little bit about her temperament. Because of this, he didn't say anything at that time and just hugged her and left.
Chi Huan looks bright and proud, but most of the time it's just a look.
She pursed her lips and said disappointedly, "My fans, even though the light is a little dark, none of them recognize me."
After a pause, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the handsome and indifferent man in front of her, "You...how did you recognize me from such a distance?"
Mo Shiqian glanced at her lightly and curled his lips, "Of course they can't recognize you. After all, your height is considered by fans to be over 1.65 meters. You didn't wear high heels today, so they probably didn't expect you to be standing there." Short people are their goddesses.”
Chi Huan, "..."
You are tall and you are amazing, hum.
She was in a depressed mood, lying on the car window watching the ever-changing night scene.
Lancheng was beautiful, but at this moment she felt that all the prosperity and beauty had nothing to do with her.
Thinking of what happened in the hospital just now, she closed her eyes and bit her lips until they turned white.
Pagani stopped in front of Chi Huan's high-end apartment.
Mo Shiqian got out of the car and opened the door for her. Chi Huan got out of the car holding his clothes that were stained by her.
"I can go up by myself. You and your friend can go back together," Chi Huan curled his lips and added unhappily, "I will ask the housekeeper to clean your clothes before returning them to you, or I can go back and buy the same ones. for you."
This man didn't know how much he disliked her for soiling his clothes.
Mo Shiqian put one hand in his trouser pocket, stared at the wound on her forehead, and asked calmly, "Do you know how to do the medicine yourself?"
She said nonchalantly, "It's just a minor injury."
The man glanced at her, walked to the passenger window and raised his hand to lock the window, "You go back first."
The man in the driver's seat smiled and sneered, "What, are you going to spend the night at your female employer's house?"
"The wound on her forehead needs to be treated."
The man in the car shook his head and smiled evilly, "If there is a man like you next to my woman, I will kill him."
"If you can have a woman, I will kill it for you."
Regardless of the momentary freeze on that handsome face, Mo Shiqian stopped paying attention to him and turned around and walked towards Chi Huan.
He insisted on going back with her, but Chi Huan did not refuse. He stood there with his chin in his hands and looked at the silver Pagani that was leaving in the dust, and then looked at the tall and stern man walking towards him.
"Mo Shiqian, can I ask you a question?"
The man looked a little cold, "Huh?"
"Is the Guster you drove to my school the same as the man just now?"
"Um?"
"Oh..." She said in a slightly longer tone, "Not only is he rich, he is also very good-looking."
Mo Shiqian was obviously not interested in discussing this issue, and just gave a perfunctory hum.
"Is he really just your brother?"
"What else should it be?"
"You won't be taken care of by him, will you?"
“…”
The man glanced down at her, with a slight curve on his lips, and said calmly, "You might as well be more careful and watch out whether Master Mo is keeping Su Yabing."
The expression on Chi Huan's face froze, and then he fell silent.
She walked in front without saying a word, and Mo Shiqian followed her leisurely.
Return to the apartment.
Chi Huan didn't like wearing dirty clothes and would only apply medicine after taking a shower and changing clothes.
Although Mo Shiqian frowned, he didn't say anything in the end and waited in the living room for her to finish washing.
She stayed in there for a long time, and when she came out wearing a bathrobe, Mo Shiqian noticed at a glance that her eye circles were redder than in the car. There was no doubt that she cried in the bathroom for half the bath time.
The man's dark eyes were cold and somewhat cold and mocking.
She knew from the beginning that Mo Xigu didn't like her and insisted on forcing her. Now she's crying again. Why is she crying
Chi Huan naturally didn't pay attention to the invisible emotions in Mo Shiqian's eyes. She sat cross-legged on the sofa wrapped in a bathrobe, holding a pillow and letting the man apply medicine to her with a cotton swab.
She had just come out of the shower... and because Chi Huan had not finished venting her emotions, she stayed in there for a long time and applied shower gel three times. As soon as Mo Shiqian got closer to her, he could smell the fragrance.
Inexplicably, the girl's ketone body that he saw last night appeared before his eyes.
Originally, he was only supposed to take a quick glance, but he stared at her like an obsession for nearly ten seconds, so that every curve of her body was deeply reflected in his mind.
When he was a boy of seventeen or eighteen, Fengxing once laughed at him, a man who didn't even watch porn movies, whether he knew what a woman's breasts looked like.
The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and primitive heat and darkness brewed deep in the eyes.
However, this woman whom he had despised was surprisingly trusting of him and was completely defenseless.
No matter what dirty and dirty images were rolling through his mind, Mo Shiqian's face remained calm and indifferent, and Chi Huan would not notice any clues.
He saw her body last night, and now that he was so close, he could clearly see the woman's fair and delicate skin, which was clean and seemed to be exuding some kind of fragrance.
It induces people to have an...inexplicable impulse.
"Mo Shiqian,"
She suddenly called his name, looking at his face with her black and white eyes.
Meeting her eyes unexpectedly, the man's pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't show any abnormal changes, but his voice became hoarse, "Does it hurt you?"
She looked at him, pursed her lips and asked, "Mo Xigu's mother asked him to take me to try on wedding dresses tomorrow."
After a moment of silence, his voice returned to its clear and indifferent tone, "So?"