Yan Jinzhi poured himself a glass of wine." Third Brother, you…" He gestured upstairs." What do you mean?" If Sister Bai Mo knew about this, wouldn't she be throwing a tantrum with you?”
" We're done." He drank the wine in his glass in frustration." Also, this woman has nothing to do with me. She's just a servant."”
"Servant? Do you think I'm a fool? A servant can sleep on your bed…" He paused." Ah, what? You and Sister Bai Mo…broke up? They had already decided to get married. How could they break up?”
After asking, he realized that his words were like rubbing salt on his wound. He coughed and said,"Third Brother, if your family background is worse than the previous one, you can just play around. Don't take it seriously. Otherwise, you'll have to drag it out for another three to four years before you get married.”
Chen Baimo's family background was not good. Her parents were both working-class people. With the Mo family's background, how could they accept such a woman as their daughter-in-law?
Madam Mo's objection was futile, but she was worried that things would get too ugly between her and Mo Beicheng. Seeing that Chen Baimo's job was decent, she reluctantly agreed.
Mo Beicheng glared at him coldly." Get lost."”
"Third Brother…the needles haven't been removed yet."
"I'll smoke."
Yan Jinzhi was unwilling to leave before he could finish gossiping. He clung onto him and wanted to say something, but Mo Beicheng grabbed his collar and chased him out of the door.
The door closed with a bang, completely cutting off his hope of entering.
Yan Jinzhi screamed." F * ck! F * ck! Third Brother, my shoes! My shoes are still inside!"”
Mo Beicheng drank a few more glasses of wine before he got up and went upstairs.
He had wanted to sleep in the guest room, but when he passed by the master bedroom, he paused and opened the door with a malicious attitude.
Mo Beicheng walked over and, for some reason, turned the table lamp to its brightest. Seeing her frown uncomfortably and shrink her neck into the blanket, his depressed mood instantly brightened up.
"Did you fall out of love?" Nan Qiao didn't react, and Mo Beicheng sneered.""You deserve it. A scheming and unromantic woman like you, if any man fancies you, he'll be blind.”
The woman on the bed still didn't respond. She seemed to have gotten used to the bright light and slept soundly.
Mo Beicheng lifted the blanket and lay down. He made a lot of noise and increased the speed of the drip. Seeing Nan Qiao frown again, he felt very comfortable.
Nan Qiao's illness was very serious. She had a high fever and was in a coma. Yan Jinzhi prescribed four IV drips, and Mo Beicheng spent most of the night removing the needles. He only turned off the lights and went to sleep when he felt that her body was no longer burning.
After the high fever, it was bone-chilling cold.
It flowed through his limbs and bones into his heart.
Nan Qiao shrank her body and instinctively leaned towards the warmth. Her hands searched his body for a while, from the hem of the man's clothes to his chest, before she stopped moving.
She was just about to wake up from her deep sleep, and her heart was burning with anger. When Nan Qiao touched her, her temper instantly disappeared. However, the fire in his lower abdomen burned brighter and brighter, and he was no longer sleepy. He gritted his teeth and pulled her arm to the side." Shen Nanqiao, are you deliberately taking revenge on me? Hmm?"
Nan Qiao's body had finally warmed up, so she was unwilling to let go. She used both her hands and feet to clamp his waist and chest. She snorted aggrievedly."I'm cold."
As they pulled, their bodies were tightly pressed together. The woman's body was soft, forming a sharp contrast with his tight muscles. Especially because she was cold, she subconsciously rubbed against his tight abdomen a few times, trying to find a warmer place!
Mo Beicheng suddenly turned over and pressed Nan Qiao under him. He placed one hand on Nan Qiao's face.
The woman in his arms was still sleeping soundly and did not react at all.
She seemed to be very satisfied with the warmth of this close contact. She snuggled in his arms contentedly and fell asleep again.
Mo Beicheng looked at Nan Qiao. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his chest was heaving up and down. He was drenched in sweat, and it was very uncomfortable for him to stick to his body.
One was sleeping soundly, while the other was ready to strike.
Shen Nanqiao, you're playing with me."
He lay down beside her again. This time, he was no longer sleepy. He stared at the ceiling and waited for the burning sensation in his body to subside.
Nan Qiao's breathing slowly stabilized, and she loosened her grip on him.
Mo Beicheng got up from the bed, took off his wrinkled clothes, and threw them aside. Then, he went to the bathroom naked!
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