MTL - Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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Mo Jingshen's eyes startled, avoiding backwards.

Ji Nuan didn't know where it was the courage, stomped his feet and sent his lips up again, pulling on the neckline of his shirt firmly, refused to let go, let alone let go.

Mo Jingshen pushed her away slightly, rudely, and said dumbly, "Ji Nuan, do you know what you are doing!"

"I know! I'm sober!" Ji Nuan approached him impassively, looking at him with clear eyes: "Mo Jingshen, tonight I live with you in the company, or go home together, you choose one!"

The night can cover many things, but it can't cover the firmness in Ji Nuan's eyes.

Mo Jingshen stared at her and looked for a while.

Ji Nuan looked back at him without fear.

In the end, Mo Jingshen didn't answer her, but the action of suddenly covering her jacket was her most direct answer.

Seeing this silent movement, Ji Nuan's eyes were slightly warm.

Obviously still angry with her, but still can't help being good to her.

I really hate my wolf heart!

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On the way back to the Imperial Garden, Ji Nuan was sitting in Mo Jingshen's car, and Bai Jing's fingers played with the seat belt in front of him.

From time to time, she turned her eyes and quietly glanced at the man who was indifferent and quiet while driving. The street lights and neon outside the car came in through the window, and his sparse eyebrows were hidden under the colorful night.

Thinking of what she has done in the past, with the strong background of Mo Jingshen family and everything he has, she can throw her at home and go out and play with some female stars or women in various celebrities. .

But he never seemed to look at those women more.

She suddenly said to break the silence in the car: "Mo's drivers seem to be rare, do you often drive back by yourself?"

"occasionally."

"You didn't sleep much last night. You work another day today, aren't you tired?"

Mo Jingshen heard the words and glanced at her.

That glance seemed to be saying: Didn't you sleep last night and not worship her?

Ji Nuan, do n’t start at the moment with his profound eyes, his ears are a little hot: "I mean, do n’t ignore your health because of your work, you should go home from work and go home, you should rest ... ... "

Before she finished speaking, suddenly, a large overloaded truck rushed from the intersection in front, and did not slow down when turning, such as the brakes lost control and rushed in this direction—

"Be careful!"

Ji Nuan hurriedly made a noise, Mo Jingshen had already quickly turned the direction of the front of the vehicle step by step to avoid the rushing truck, and the harsh brake sounds followed--

Ji Nu had been holding her seat belt before, causing her body to lose her protection for a while. The whole person rushed forward fiercely, bumping her head forward, and she felt an "ah" moment.

"Hurt?" Mo Jingshen immediately reached over and examined her slightly reddish forehead.

"His ... don't touch it!" Ji Nuan's whole little face wrinkled and shoved his hands on his head.

Mo Jingshen forcibly held her, raised her hand to touch her head, and forced her to turn her head completely.

Seeing that her head was hit lightly, she soon became red and swollen, and even her eyes became red with pain.

His eyebrows frowned slightly. "It hit me badly? It hurts? Is it dizzy?"

"It hurts ..." Ji Nuan softened his voice.

In fact, she just bumped it, and at most she was swollen tomorrow. She didn't want to be too affectionate, but suddenly she caught the distress and concern in his eyes.

Concern from Mo Jingshen, a long-awaited sense of belonging.

It's so close to her, and she will also feel bad for her husband.

"Sent you to the hospital." Mo Jingshen pushed her to sit firmly and help her fasten her seat belt again.

Ji Nuan was snoring when he heard the hospital, busy pressing his head with his hand and saying, "It's not that serious. It's so late. Don't bother the doctor."

Mo Jingshen didn't give her a chance to refuse at all, and warned her not to move.

"I'm really fine ..."

There is a city hospital nearby, and Mo Jingshen ignored her whispered protest and sent her directly to the clinic.

Until Ji Nuan's forehead was given medicine, the doctor determined that her injury would only be red and swollen for a few days, and even a slight concussion, he finally took her home.

Upon returning to the Royal Garden, Chen Min saw the obvious "corner horn" on Ji Nuan's forehead, and ran over with a look of fuss to help her sit on the sofa like a fright.

"Miss Ji, what's wrong? Does it hurt?"

Ji Nuan smiled: "It's okay, just touch it, it'll be fine in two days."

"Oh, why is it so swollen? Have you seen a doctor?"

"I've seen it."

Chen Zheng nodded, and then suddenly looked back, then realized that Ji Nuan seemed to be back with Mr. Mo just now?

Ji Nuan also looked up to see Mo Jingshen. After seeing that he had explained a few words to another servant in front of the door, he went inside and didn't look at her again.

"Chen Yun, you can call me Mrs. Mo, or Madam Young, anyway." Ji Nuan said suddenly while Mo Jing's depth had not gone far.

First Chen Chen was embarrassed, and immediately changed into a happy expression: "Hey! Madam! Mrs. Mo!"

It seems that Miss Ji has figured it out, and finally wants to live well with Mr. Mo!

And they came back just now!

Chen Ye was happy to prepare for the supper. Ji Nuan glanced at the time and stood up and said, "You go to rest, and I will do it after supper."

"Ah? Madam ...?" Chen Yan looked at her in surprise.

How could a lady like Jin Nuan cook?

She couldn't stand the smell of soot in the kitchen before.

"I have a wound on my head. What's for supper? Go back to the room and go to bed early!" Mo Jingshen finally walked back.

Ji Nuan didn't answer, he only said to Chen Yun and other servants, "It's late. Let's go to rest."

Chen Yan originally wanted to speak, but when he saw Mr. Mo coming, he closed his mouth and nodded and left the hall.

"You shouldn't have eaten at night, it's all this time. The easiest way to cook noodles is to wait for me." She looked at Mo Jingshen and said that she would go to the kitchen when she turned.

Mo Jingshen grasped her wrist the moment she passed, stared at her for a moment, determined that she was not joking, and asked quietly, "Will you?"

Ji Nuan's mouth rose.

She is still confident in her current cooking skills, but did not deliberately boast about Haikou: "I'm not sure if it's good or not, but I can definitely cook it."

Mo Jingshen glanced at her with no serious injuries on her head. Although she did not intend to let her enter the kitchen, she could see that she was full of enthusiasm, but she did not dispel her rare interest.

He let go of her hand, and Ji Nuan only felt the temperature of his palm on his thin white wrist.

Clean, warm, ironing her skin, with an inexplicable sense of security.