President, my wife has returned to her mother's house

Chapter 127
There isn't a good piece of meat on his body, and it's not all his fault.

"No, I just want to have a good rest, you go out." This time the voice was a little urgent and crying.

After looking at the quilt for a few seconds, Xi Mo stood up.

"Okay, you have a good rest."

After leaving the bedroom, Xi Mo smoked a cigarette on the second floor balcony.

Early in the morning, there was a layer of mist on the lake behind him. As he looked at it, his black pupils darkened.

At the right time, I thought of her pair of clear misty eyes, the vast and broken feeling of the mist, and the delicate and soft beauty.

I fell in love after just one look.

I took a puff of cigarette to calm down the dryness in my heart.

The gardener downstairs was pruning the flower garden. The out-of-season blue roses were blooming elegantly and delicately. This color suited her very well. She would have some cut and sent to her room later.

She was thinking about some things piecemeal, and it was still her after much deliberation. It seemed that she couldn't think about work today.

After smoking a cigarette, he remembered business.

He was playing with his cell phone with his slender hands. He was about to call Yu Jinnan, but then he thought about it and called Yang Jishi.

Half an hour later, Secretary Yang went to Liuyue Mansion and delivered the medicine.

After taking the medicine and going upstairs, he knocked on the door of the master bedroom.

No one responded, just pushed away.

A corner of the quilt on the messy big bed was lifted, the breakfast on the bedside table was gone, and the master bedroom was empty.

no one.

After thinking about it, he walked towards the guest bedroom where she often slept.

As expected, the door couldn't be opened this time.

It was locked.

"Wen Hua, open the door."

"I'm sleeping, don't disturb me."

"Give you medicine."

Remembering the miserable appearance she had just seen in the bathroom mirror, Wen Hua bit her lip and said, "I said no, I just want to rest, don't make any noise."

There was no sound outside the door. She listened for a while to make sure that the person was gone, and then she closed her eyes and slept peacefully.

My eyelids are heavy and my whole body feels like I've been run over by a truck. I can't even think of getting out of bed today.

Just came here from the master bedroom and hurt her half to death.

She didn't know that the sequelae of this kind of thing could be so serious before. Almost instantly, her feet became so weak that she couldn't stand, and she felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Thinking of someone's bad behavior last night, she wanted to fall out.

Not only did he not turn off the lights, he also didn’t know how to control himself.

It's like I haven't seen a woman in eight lifetimes.

In the end, she was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes. Xi Mo's low voice whispered in her ear: "You should know whether I can do it or not in the future."

Shexia blushed and shook her head, throwing the scenes from last night out of her mind.

Suddenly, the sound of the door lock turning was heard.

The person who went back and forth took the key to open the door, ignored the accusation in her eyes, and walked over in a leisurely manner.

Seeing him, Wen Hua's heart skipped a beat.

"I heard that this medicine is very good. It is mild and non-irritating. You will feel better after taking it."

The long finger handed over a short bottle of ointment. Wen Hua used her knees to figure out what it was for, and her cheeks turned even redder.

Why did he look so refreshed and upright, while she felt like she was being abused? It was so unfair.

He had the nerve to bring the medicine, but it wasn't because of him that she was in such a miserable state.

The man's eyes were still on her face, Wen Hua closed her eyes and said, "No need."

"I'll help you."

This sentence made waves, and Wen Hua looked at him in disbelief.

"No."

"I need it." Xi Mo unscrewed the bottle cap slowly and unhurriedly, picked up some ointment with his fingertips, and stared at her quietly with his dark eyes, "I am the culprit, so I should be here."

"I have my own hands, I don't need you...just go to work!"

"Yesterday, I didn't know how to show mercy to women, so I was punished by helping you apply the medicine."

penalty?
Does he call this punishment?
Wen Hua huddled under the quilt and looked at him warily.

Can he still be an ascetic and noble overlord?

Why can he say this with a serious look now.

　It's just a conversation. I didn't write anything. Please release it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)