Mo Jingshen's eyes were startled and he stepped back.
Ji Nuan didn't know where he got the courage. He stood up on tiptoes and brought his lips up to him again. He persistently pulled on the collar of his shirt, refusing to let go or let go.
Mo Jingshen pushed her away slightly roughly, and scolded Shen Ya: "Ji Nuan, do you know what you are doing!"
"I know! I'm awake!" Ji Nuan approached him without giving up, looking at him with clear eyes: "Mo Jingshen, I will stay with you in the company tonight, or go home together, you choose one!"
The night can cover up many things, but it cannot cover up the determination in Ji Nuan's eyes.
Mo Jingshen stared at her for a long time.
Ji Nuan returned his gaze without fear.
In the end, Mo Jingshen didn't answer her, but the sudden action of putting his coat on her body was his most direct answer.
Seeing this silent movement, Ji Nuan's eyes heated up slightly.
Even though he was still angry with her, he still couldn't help but be nice to her.
I really hate the wolf-hearted way I used to be!
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On the way back to the Royal Garden, Ji Nuan sat in Mo Jingshen's car, her fair fingers playing with the seat belt in front of her.
She rolled her eyes from time to time, quietly glancing at the man who was indifferent and quiet while driving. The street lights and neon lights outside the car were reflected through the car window, and his sparse features were hidden under the colorful night.
Thinking of what he had done in the past, with Mo Jingshen's strong family background and everything he had, he could have left her at home and gone out to play with female celebrities or women from various celebrity circles anytime and anywhere. .
But he never seemed to take a second look at those women.
She suddenly spoke to break the silence in the car: "The Mo family's driver seems to rarely show up. Do you usually drive back by yourself?"
"Occasionally."
"You didn't get much sleep last night. You have another day of work today. Aren't you tired?"
Hearing this, Mo Jingshen glanced at her.
That look seemed to say: Wasn't it thanks to her that I couldn't sleep last night
Ji Nuan stopped talking when he looked at him with his profound eyes, her ears felt a little hot: "What I mean is, don't neglect your health because of work. From now on, when you need to go home from get off work, just go home, and when you need to rest, just... "
Before she could finish her words, suddenly, an overloaded large truck came speeding from the intersection in front of her. It didn't slow down when turning, as if the brakes were out of control, and it rushed straight in this direction -
"careful!"
Ji Nuan hurriedly spoke out, but Mo Jingshen had already quickly turned the direction of the car to avoid the oncoming truck, and the harsh brakes sounded -
Ji Nuan had been holding on to the seat belt before, causing her body to lose protection for a moment. She rushed forward fiercely and bumped her head forward. The pain caused her to instantly let out an "ah" sound.
"Does it hurt?" Mo Jingshen immediately reached over and carefully inspected her slightly red forehead.
"Hiss... don't touch!" Ji Nuan's whole little face wrinkled up in pain, and she pushed down his hand that was touching her head.
Mo Jingshen held her down forcefully, raised his hand to touch the back of her head, and seriously forced her to turn her head completely.
Seeing that she had hit her head hard, she soon became red and swollen, and even her eyes were red from the pain.
He frowned slightly: "Did it hit hard? Does it hurt? Are you dizzy?"
"It hurts..." Ji Nuan said softly.
In fact, it was just a bump, and it would be nothing more than a swelling tomorrow. She didn't want to be too affectionate, but suddenly caught the hint of distress and concern in his eyes, and subconsciously wanted to be affectionate for a moment.
The care from Mo Jingshen, this long-lost sense of belonging.
It's great to have a husband who is so close to her and still cares about her.
"Take you to the hospital." Mo Jingshen pushed her to sit firmly and fastened her seat belt again.
Ji Nuan was frightened when she heard about the hospital. She put her hand on her head and said, "It's not that serious. It's already so late. It's better not to cause trouble to the doctor."
Mo Jingshen didn't give her the slightest chance to refuse, and warned her not to move with his eyes.
"I'm really fine..."
There was a city hospital nearby, and Mo Jingshen ignored her quiet protests and sent her directly to the consulting room.
It wasn't until Ji Nuan's forehead was given medicine and the doctor confirmed that her injury would only be red and swollen for a few days, and she didn't even suffer a slight concussion, that he finally agreed to take her home.
Just after returning to the Royal Garden, Mrs. Chen saw the obvious "horns" on Ji Nuan's forehead, and ran over to her in a fuss, as if she was weak, and helped her sit down on the sofa.
"Miss Ji, what's going on? Does it hurt?"
Ji Nuan smiled and said: "It's okay, it just touched me a little. It will be fine in two days."
"Oh, why is it so swollen? Have you seen a doctor?"
"Already seen it."
Mrs. Chen nodded and suddenly came back to her senses. Only then did she realize that Ji Nuan seemed to have come back with Mr. Mo just now
Ji Nuan also raised his head to look at Mo Jingshen, and saw that after he said a few words to another servant in front of the door, he walked inside without looking at her again.
"Sister-in-law Chen, please call me Mrs. Mo from now on, or Young Madam, either way." Ji Nuan said suddenly before Mo Jingshen had gone far.
Mrs. Chen was stunned at first, but then she changed into a happy expression: "Hey! Madam! Mrs. Mo!"
It seems that Miss Ji has figured it out and finally wants to live a good life with Mr. Mo!
And they came back together just now!
Mrs. Chen happily went to prepare the midnight snack. Ji Nuan looked at the time, stood up and said, "You go and have a rest. I'll make the midnight snack."
"Ah? Madam...?" Mrs. Chen looked at her in surprise.
How could a wealthy lady like Ji Nuan know how to cook
She used to not be able to stand the smell of cooking fumes in the kitchen.
"You have a wound on your head, what are you going to do for a midnight snack? Go back to your room and go to bed early!" Mo Jingshen finally came back.
Ji Nuan didn't respond, and just said to Mrs. Chen and the other servants: "It's very late. Let's all go and rest."
Mrs. Chen originally wanted to speak, but when she saw Mr. Mo coming over, she immediately shut up, nodded and left the hall.
"You probably haven't eaten at night. It's already this time. It's easiest to cook noodles. Just wait for me." She looked at Mo Jingshen and turned around to go to the kitchen.
Mo Jingshen held her wrist as she walked past, stared at her for a moment to make sure she was not joking, and asked quietly: "You can?"
The corners of Ji Nuan's mouth rose.
She is still very confident in her current cooking skills, but she does not deliberately praise Haikou: "I'm not sure whether it tastes good or not, but it will definitely be cooked."
Mo Jingshen took a look at the minor injury on her head. Although he didn't intend to let her enter a place like the kitchen, it could be seen that she was very interested, but he did not dissuade her rare interest.
He let go of her hand, and Ji Nuan could only feel the warmth of his palm still on her thin white wrist.
It was clean, warm, and pressed against her skin, giving her an inexplicable sense of security.