Chi Huan was held by the man, although he didn't put in much effort.
He was clearly a strong man who was unreasonable and had no bottom line, but when he said these words, he leaned on her waist like a coquettish giant dog.
The low and steady voice gives people the illusion of being relaxed.
She didn't know what to do for a while.
It's like being stuck in a dilemma, between a rock and a hard place.
She held her breath and said stiffly, "You wipe it yourself, I won't help you. You also blow your hair yourself. At most, I can help you get the hair dryer."
Mo Shiqian said, "I have lower back pain. It hurts when I stretch my hand so far to apply medicine, and it hurts when I lift it up to blow my hair."
“…”
"I don't believe it, Mo Shiqian. You, a thirty-year-old man, talk about back pain. It hurts to do this and that hurts. Do you have any shame?"
He looked at the thin redness on her face and said hoarsely, "It hurts even when I stand, let alone applying medicine and drying my hair."
"Then why don't you stay in the hospital and insist on forcing me to take you home?"
"The hospital smells bad."
"Do you think you are a child? Childish or not?"
There was no ups and downs in the man's tone, "It smells bad, I don't like it."
Chi Huan got angry when he saw his indifferent expression. He pushed his head away and said angrily, "Whether you want to wipe or not, whether you want to blow or not, I don't care about you anymore. You can fend for yourself." .”
Mo Shiqian frowned and said, "When you had a high fever and a cold, I fed you porridge one bite at a time. Is this how you treat me now?"
She didn't want to pay attention to him unless he talked about it, and she didn't want to pay attention to him even more when it came to it.
Feed her porridge one bite at a time
He tied her hands to the bedside and insisted on feeding her porridge mouth-to-mouth, but he actually had the nerve to do so
Chi Huan walked out without looking back.
When he walked to the door, he noticed the teddy bear thrown down by the man out of the corner of his eye. He walked over, picked it up, and walked out holding it.
Out of sight, out of mind, she reached out and closed the door, slamming it with a loud bang.
… …
Chi Huan sat on the sofa, leaning against the huge teddy bear, and dialed Feng Xing with his mobile phone in his hand.
"What's up?"
"Come here and take Mo Shiqian away."
"where is he?"
"… my home."
Feng Xing simply refused, "Oh, I won't go."
Chi Huan bit his lip and said, "He is injured."
"Did you stab him with a knife?"
"No."
Feng Xing sneered lightly, "Then how could he be hurt?"
“…”
Chi Huan tried to intimidate him, "He was fighting with someone and hit his waist. Now he is lying on the bed unable to move."
"He just lays on your a** and doesn't want to move."
She also guessed that unless Mo Shiqian called him personally, he would not take advantage of her. After a few seconds of silence, she closed her eyes, pursed her lips and said lightly, "Then give me Xia Tangtang's phone number, and I'll let you know She came to pick someone up.”
"Tangtang has returned to Paris and should be on the plane now."
"What?"
"Well, a close friend of hers passed away, so she temporarily took Little Mango back to Paris."
"Did you lie to me? How could there be such a coincidence?"
"Why am I lying to you? Tangtang is my half-sister-in-law. Why should I help you but not her?"
Chi Huan thought for a while, "Then you'd better give me her number."
There was silence on the other end for a moment, and Feng Xing smiled lazily, "If you want her number, just contact Shi Qian. You are his lover and Tangtang is his wife. What if you cause them to divorce and he turns around and blames me? I don’t want to get into these muddy waters.”
After saying that, he cut off the phone without giving Chi Huan time to react.
Xia Tangtang returned to Paris
So sudden
Did she tell Mo Shiqian
She wasn't sure if she had... because Mo Shiqian's cell phone was smashed by her at the entrance of the hospital...
Chi Huan thought for a while and returned to the ward with his cell phone.
"Mo Shiqian..."
As soon as she called out his name, before she started talking, she found that the man who opened his eyes was already lying down, with his wet hair resting on her pillow.
This man who once upon a time had to pick her up and blow dry her hair, and even if she was lazy and still a little wet after blow-drying her hair, and scolded her like an old woman, he wiped it with a towel twice. The hair just fell asleep like this
Mo Shiqian looked at her and didn't show any surprise at her departure and return. He just asked lightly, "What's the matter?"
"Sit up!"
The man said in a lazy tone, "I have pain in my lower back."
"stand up."
He looked at her rare fierce and cold face, and it was quite difficult. He slowly stood up and sat up, "What's wrong?"
"Who asked you to wet my pillow?"
"If you don't blow me, that's all."
"Are you still reasonable?"
Mo Shiqian looked at her, sighed, and said, "Don't think that if a man doesn't cry or shout, it won't hurt. I'm really in pain. Just let me lie down and rest for a while, okay?"
That tone seemed like she was still making trouble unreasonably.
Chi Huan looked at him with his eyebrows lowered. The quilt slipped from his body to his abdomen, where the muscles were even and the mermaid lines were submerged. He was strong, strong and sexy.
Only he wasn't weak, but he didn't look like he was lying.
She turned away, "Fengxing said that Xia Tangtang has returned to Paris temporarily."
"Is it."
She threw her phone over and said, "Give her the phone number."
Mo Shiqian looked at the phone, then looked at her, and said with a half-smile, "I used your phone to call her, are you afraid that she doesn't know that we are staying together?"
Chi Huan looked at him and said nothing.
He reached for the wallet lying beside the bed and handed it to her, "Come here."
"What?"
He said in a low voice, "Buy me a new mobile phone, get a replacement phone card, buy a few sets of clothes, and buy me dinner."
"I won't go. You call your men and ask them to do it for you."
The man smiled slowly and lightly, "Every time I look for you, I come here by myself. Do you really want more people to know that we are together?"
Chi Huan stood for a while, then walked over and took the wallet.
She turned around and walked out, but stopped after taking a few steps.
He looked up at the ceiling and stood with his eyes closed for half a minute. Finally, he threw the wallet back to the end of the bed as if resigned to his fate, then walked under the bathroom sink and took out the hair dryer.
Go back to the bed and blow dry his hair.
The warm wind blew through his hair and caressed his scalp.
Mo Shiqian raised his eyes and looked at the woman's tense facial features and tightly pursed lips. The expression on the delicate fair face under the long hair was different from usual, but he couldn't describe it accurately.
He didn't even know what she was thinking.
"You don't have to be so reluctant to be nice to me. If you don't blow dry my hair or apply medicine on me, I can't do anything to you."
Chi Huan said nothing, neither answered his questions nor looked at him.
It's not that he can't do anything to her.
She couldn't do anything to him, let alone herself.
Even though he knew it was a deadly swamp with no way out, he struggled and struggled, but still fell deeper and deeper.