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

Chapter 47 He came to her downstairs at night
in the afternoon.

Mo Chiwei went to the hospital after finishing his company affairs.

Seeing other patients living in the VIP ward, Ying Ting's sword-like eyebrows frowned slightly.

Last night, the little nurse who saw Mo Chiwei blushing ran over, "Sir, are you here to see the lady from yesterday? Her husband came to pick her up in the morning, and they left the hospital together."

Husband?

The man who made her enter the police station and was almost raped but never showed up?

Mo Chiwei looked at the shy little nurse indifferently, as if he couldn't see the admiration and admiration in her eyes, and said in a cold voice, "When did you leave?"

The little nurse didn't dare to look into his dark pupils, lowered her long eyelashes and said softly, "I left early in the morning."

Mo Chiwei ignored the little nurse who wanted to see him but didn't dare to look at him, and left the hospital with tense outlines and even a little gloomy.

……

Tang Xinyan rested for a day at Shanhuyuan Apartment.

I got up at night and ate a bowl of noodles. Halfway through eating, my phone rang.

She picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID.

A local unknown number.

Tang Xinyan thought that the crew was looking for her, so she answered the phone without thinking too much.

"Hi, I'm Tang Xinyan."

After she spoke for a while, there was still no one on the other end of the phone.

Tang Xinyan frowned suspiciously, "Hello?"

"it's me."

Hearing the man's deep, slightly hoarse, magnetic and sexy voice, the chopsticks Tang Xinyan was holding in her other hand fell to the table with a snap.

Even if the person on the other end of the phone didn't give his name, Tang Xinyan could immediately recognize his voice.

Once you meet some people, you can see them for thousands of years, and you can't forget them even if you want to.

Wiping her lips with a tissue, she said nervously, "Mr. Mo, what can I do for you?"

Mo Chiwei was silent for a moment, his breathing became much heavier.

An image of his handsome face with tight lines unconsciously appeared in Tang Xinyan's mind.

Just when she thought he would not speak, his hoarse voice came slowly, "I'll get the shirt."

Tang Xinyan asked reflexively, "Where are you?" She had already washed the shirt at the dry cleaner, and was about to find a chance to give it to him.

"Downstairs." After he said two words lightly, he hung up the phone.

Tang Xinyan put down her phone and hurried to the balcony.

Putting her hands on the balcony railing, she looked down.

In front of the green belt, there was indeed a black car parked that blended with the night.

The cheerful man leaned against the front of the car, lowered his head slightly, and was lighting a cigarette. The surrounding lights of Wanjia became his background.

Xu Shi noticed her gaze, he suddenly raised his head and looked in her direction.

The distance was a bit far, she couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could feel his deep gaze.

Heart skipped a beat.

Turning around, she entered the apartment.

Take out the handmade white shirt from the closet, pack it in a delicate shopping bag, and then go downstairs.

……

When Captain Mo Chi smoked a third of the cigarette between his fingers, a sweet voice sounded beside his ears, "Mr. Mo, your shirt."

Squinting his deep eyes, he looked at the smiling young girl in a knitted sweater in the cool night breeze. His eyes were dark and calm, and his thin lips parted slightly, "Are you reconciled with your husband?"

Tang Xinyan froze, not quite understanding what he meant.

She handed him the bag in her hand and repeated, "I've already washed your shirt."

(End of this chapter)