Pampered and arrogant: black-bellied husband please calm down

Chapter 148 Was Your Head Kicked By A Donkey?

Chen Jing never thought that this person would be Mo Jinqian.

The whole person froze there, leaning on the Roman pillar and staring blankly at Mo Jinqian, who was half squatting on the floor, picking up things for her.

Soon, Mo Jinqian picked up all the items scattered on the beige marble floor.

During the whole process, he didn't show any impatience, on the contrary, he was full of patience and leisurely.

After making sure that nothing had fallen, Mo Jinqian slowly stood up straight, holding a silver-gray briefcase that was not very light in his hand, and striding towards Chen Jing with his long legs.

He was no longer wearing the same white coat as when he was seen a few days ago.

He was wearing Prada's latest spring/summer 2008 dark green shirt, a black suit of the same style, and well-tailored high-end trousers, which moderately accommodated his long straight legs.

With the frequency and posture of his walking, he unconsciously exudes the unique aristocratic atmosphere of a rich man. Unlike those rich men who are aloof, Mo Jinqian has a bit more softness and tolerance in his bones, which is even more impressive. Impenetrable, there is a kind of simple and blurred illusion.

When he approached, he was greeted with the familiar soda water, mixed with a faint smell of nicotine.

Standing in front of Chen Jing, Mo Jinqian, who was 1.8 meters tall, almost completely blocked her view.

Chen Jing lowered her head, looking like she didn't know what to say.

Holding the silver-gray briefcase in his hand, Mo Jinqian stopped in his tracks, his deep eyes glanced at her ankles meaningfully, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his thick eyebrows were raised unconsciously.

Staring at her pale, pained little face with burning eyes, she asked in a hoarse voice: "Chen Jing, when he hit you just now, why didn't you know how to fight back? Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey?" ?”

"I didn't."

Chen Jing raised her head reflexively and denied it. She couldn't bear Mo Jinqian talking about herself like this, and wanted to refute urgently, saying that his head was kicked by a donkey.

When seeing Mo Jinqian's gloomy face, he swallowed all the words.

She was startled, held her mouth shut, and said rather aggrieved: "I was pushed by him just now and fell to my hip and ankle, and my wrist was also tied by him. I wanted to fight back, but my strength is not as strong as his."

"Can I still go?" Mo Jinqian asked tentatively, casting a glance at her somewhat red ankle.

Chen Jing shook her head, "It hurts."

Mo Jinqian didn't say anything more, he handed the briefcase to Chen Jing to carry, then picked her up and walked towards the golden elevator in front of him.

"Where are you taking me? Mo Jinqian, I have something to go to the company later." Chen Jing was held in his arms, her slender white hands wrapped around his neck tightly, feeling nervous It's terrible, he asked nervously.

Above the hotel is the guest room, Mo Jinqian wouldn't want to...

"Think about something."

Through the inner wall of the elevator, Mo Jinqian couldn't help laughing when he saw Chen Jing's rolling eyes and her disturbed face.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the number button on the top floor, then retracted his gaze, and looked at Chen Jing who was trembling in his arms. His deep eyes glanced intentionally or unintentionally at her slightly protruding chest wrapped in business attire. Soft, curling the corners of her lips, said with a slight smile, "Don't worry, I don't like a woman like you who has the same figure as Wang Zai's little mantou."

(End of this chapter)