Flash Marriage Game: The First Lady of the Wealthy

With a ghostly expression on her face, she yelled, "Master...Master!"

God, isn't she hallucinating from the pain?

Why did he appear just when he was scolding him?

"Stupid girl!"

Su Mochen looked down at her, shook his head, bent down, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to pull her leg.

She quickly retracted her legs, "Master, what are you doing?"

"Little idiot, the wound is bleeding, and you don't know how to stop the bleeding first?"

Su Mochen sighed helplessly, and roughly pulled her hand away.

Holding her slender ankle with warm hands, he frowned at the wound on the sole of her foot.

Some golden hair on his forehead hangs over his eyebrows and eyes. Looking down from her angle, one can see that his eyelashes are thick and curly, as beautiful as fake.

"Women are troublesome. Since high heels are so uncomfortable to wear, why do you have to wear them? Are you asking for trouble?"

He sighed softly, raised his head, his eyes seemed to be a little bit annoyed, and there was also a little bit of regret. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and hugged her horizontally amidst her exclamation.

In order to maintain her balance, she hastily hooked his neck.

The thin and tender arms were tightly attached to the skin on his neck.

Su Mochen was stunned for a moment, the corners of his lips curled up quietly, his arms strengthened, and he hugged the little man in his arms even tighter.

"Master, take it easy, I can hardly breathe!"

She muttered softly, and took a long breath of relief in her heart.

He showed up so timely. . .

The distance between the two is so close. . .

The breath on his body was like a drug, which made her a little dizzy.

She raised her head slightly and saw that his smooth chin seemed to still have a faint fragrance of shaving water.

There are still many complaints in my heart.

The pain from the wound on her foot reminded her all the time that the culprit of all this was the person holding her.

If he hadn't forgotten everything when he saw a beautiful woman, she wouldn't have made herself so embarrassed and pitiful like now.

"You let me down, I'd better go by myself."

Thinking about it, she felt that she was wronged, and began to become a little arrogant.

Su Mochen completely ignored her words, and carried her to the Porsche parked aside.

"Your wound needs to be dealt with briefly first. You can still walk in this state? If you want to be brave, you can't ignore your body."

She bit her lip, and whispered again, "Isn't it all because of you, or would I become like this?"

I don't know if Su Mochen heard these words.

When getting into the car, Su Mochen moved very carefully.

Avoid touching the sole of her injured foot.

In the narrow space, the distance between each other seems to be closer.

He grabbed her feet and put her feet on his lap.

Tong Caiwei's feet are beautiful, small, and the toes are also thin, small, with a lustrous luster on the toes.

The little feet were held in the palm of his hand. . .

He lowered his head, took out a wet towel and gently wiped her wound.

"hiss..."

His movements should be very light.

When touching her wound, it still made her frown in pain.

"I've never seen a more stupid woman than you..."

"You thought you were stepping on the wooden floor at home? You actually walked barefoot..."

Although Su Mochen kept scolding her,