The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 115 Husband's Tenderness

Mo Chiwei didn't force her, and walked up the steps of the hotel first.

Tang Xinyan thought that her sprained foot would not affect her walking, after all, she could walk over by herself from the dressing room of the show to find Mo Chiwei outside.

But she ignored it. She used to walk on a flat road, but now she has to go up the steps.

After she stepped up a few steps, the pain in her ankle went from faint to unbearable.

After glancing at the tall and straight man who was about to walk to the revolving door, she bit her lip depressedly.

Suddenly regretted letting him carry her up.

Although face is important, the pain in the feet is unbearable.

Seeing that Tang Xinyan didn't follow, Mo Chiwei turned around, casting his dark and deep eyes towards her.

Tang Xinyan was puffing her cheeks, clenching her fists, and struggling to climb up.

He could tell at a glance that she was actually enduring the pain.

Jian Mei frowned slightly, and he walked towards her like a meteor.

Tang Xinyan lowered her head, she clenched her teeth, and went up step by step. Suddenly, a tall figure stood in front of her, with a heavy sense of oppression.

She froze for a moment, before he could react, his slender and powerful arms suddenly stretched out and hugged her horizontally.

There were people coming and going all around, and the two were both handsome and beautiful, and soon became the focus of everyone's attention.

Tang Xin's pretty face was blush, she slapped her long eyelashes a few times, and buried her small face in the man's broad chest in embarrassment.

The strong and clear masculine breath entered the tip of the nose more clearly at close range, and Tang Xinyan's heart beat violently.

She has always been a little slow in love, and she and Fu Sichen confirmed their relationship because the fathers of the two families were engaged to them, and the two grew up together since they were young, so they knew each other well.

But how long has she known this man in front of her?
With every touch, he tugged at her heartstrings.

Too dangerous, too scary!

After entering the elevator, Mo Chiwei noticed that Tang Xinyan had been staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He twitched the corners of his lips and drew a charming smile, "Keep peeking at me, do you think your husband is pretty?"

Tang Xinyan chuckled.

I didn't expect this man to be quite narcissistic.

But he does have the capital of narcissism.

"I just want to see why you can be so thick-skinned?" You can do anything without changing your face, and don't care about other people's strange eyes.

Mo Chiwei curled his lips into a smile that was not a smile, "Can you sleep with your wife if you are thin-skinned?"

"Rogue, shameless!"

"Say your husband is a hooligan, and you owe me a lesson?" He narrowed his eyes, full of danger.

Tang Xinyan snorted dissatisfiedly, "I have already been taught a lesson by your little fans outside the show." As she spoke, she found that the elevator had opened and stopped on the 28th floor. She looked at him puzzled, "I don't live on this floor , 26th floor."

Mo Chiwei raised his handsome eyebrows slightly, "I live on this floor."

How could Tang Xinyan dare to be alone with him, "You put me in the elevator, after you get out, I'll just go downstairs by myself, today..." She paused for a moment, then smiled brightly, "Thank you for standing for me on the runway We got rid of it."

Mo Chiwei didn't seem to have heard her, and carried her out of the elevator directly, and stated in a flat voice, "Although I promised to give you time to adapt to my existence, it doesn't mean that we will live apart forever."

Tang Xinyan, "..."

He carried her to the door of the suite, looked at her puffy look, her thin lips were slightly hooked, drawing a perfect and charming arc, "If I really want to force you to fulfill your husband and wife obligations, do you live on the 28th floor or the 26th floor, yes It makes no difference to me."

What he meant was that if he wanted to force her, she would be the same everywhere.

Tang Xinyan bit her lip, and didn't bother to struggle anymore.

He was right, if he really wanted to be strong, she would be no match for him anywhere.

After swiping the room card, he carried her to the sofa.

When he straightened up, he said in a faint voice, "Sit still."

Seeing his tall body enter one of the bedrooms, she curled her lips depressedly.

This man must be used to giving orders, and he used this commanding tone to her.

And she even felt a sense of powerlessness against his orders.

This feeling is really terrible!

After a while, Mo Chiwei came out with a small medicine box.

He sat on the sofa beside her, and put her sprained foot on his slender and strong leg.

His slender ankle was held in his warm and generous palm, and her heart accidentally skipped a beat.

Subconsciously withdrew her foot, but was forcefully pulled back by him.

"Don't move!"

He put his big palm on her snow-white instep, lowered his eyes, and observed her sprained ankle.

The temperature of the long fingers seemed to convey through her skin to the bottom of her heart.

unusually hot

Abnormal crisp. Ma.

Extraordinary intimacy.

Her ears were red and her heart was beating fast.

"Actually, it's not particularly painful. It will heal automatically after a day or two of rest."

He glanced at her deeply, "Don't talk."

Tang Xinyan, "..."

I struggled for a while, but gave up the struggle.

He is used to being strong and domineering, the more she refuses to listen to him, the less he will let her go.

Besides, he helped her rub her feet, which was considered a good intention.

However, such intimacy still made her a little uncomfortable and embarrassed.

His deep gaze fell on her ankle all the way, and he pressed the red and swollen place with his long fingers.

Luckily no bones were broken.

He took out the medicinal wine, poured some on his palm, and massaged her gently.

In fact, it was a bit painful to rub, but compared to the pain, what made her feel at a loss was the temperature of his palm.

She looked at him with long eyelashes as he bowed his head. In fact, he couldn't see his eyes clearly. She could only see his hanging eyelashes, which were thicker than a woman's, a tall nose, and slightly pursed thin lips. .

Her nose suddenly became sour.

It seems that no one has cared about her like this for a long time. Ever since her father passed away, she was injured and usually dealt with it by herself or waited to recover automatically. No one had ever helped her in such a serious manner.

And the man in front of him, his current appearance, is focused and careful.

It was moving to see.

Mo Chiwei noticed Tang Xinyan's fixed gaze, he raised his eyes and glanced at her.

Seeing her clear almond eyes filled with a cloud of bright water mist, he frowned slightly, "It hurts?"

Tang Xinyan realized her lack of focus, she quickly shook her head, "No..." Not wanting him to see the fragility deep in her heart, she raised her lips and smiled brightly, "You are quite familiar with this technique, you have done this before. Make something to make the girl happy!"

Hearing her words, Mo Chiwei seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes became darker and deeper.

Just when Tang Xinyan thought he wouldn't answer her, he hummed in a low voice, "It's been a while."

Tang Xinyan let out an 'oh'.

I don't know if it was her delusion, but his mood has obviously dropped a lot, maybe because he thought of the girl he once loved deeply!

"You must have loved her very much before."

Mo Chiwei pursed his thin lips tightly, this time, he did not respond to her words.

(End of this chapter)