Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 542 That touch is unmistakable!

He pulled the girl into his arms and hugged her tightly.

The scent of agarwood on the man's body blended with the clear breath on the woman's body.

"So late?" Leng Juan's voice was deep and tentative.

"Yes, I sent Han Meng home." Qiao Yimo responded lightly.

He knew Han Meng, so the man didn't continue to ask.

"Eat first, the food is cold." Leng Juan put his arms around Qiao Yimo's shoulders, and then led her into the restaurant.

The shoulder injury was touched, and Qiao Yimo's face turned slightly pale.

She broke free a little, and said in a calm voice, "I've eaten."

Hearing this, the man squeezed her hand, and said in a reprimanding tone, "There are all kinds of miscellaneous things outside, I asked the chef to make you a soup, drink it before going to sleep."

Qiao Yimo raised her eyes and glanced at him coldly.

It has to be said that his attitude towards Qingqing and her is quite obvious.

Seeing the man's reddish lips, it was left by her forcefully kissing him in the teahouse.

Qiao Yimo stretched out her hand intentionally, pinched his chin, and asked, "What are the red marks on your lips?"

Leng Juan's chin was suddenly pinched, he pursed his lips subconsciously, then shook his head with his mouth closed.

Qiao Yimo squinted her eyes, her pink lips moved slightly, "You went to see Qing Qing today, did she stay here?"

"Yes, no. It's not what you think, you listen to my explanation first." Leng Juan suddenly panicked.

Qiao Yimo folded her hands on her chest, raised her eyebrows, and said deliberately: "Okay, please explain, who is it not Qingqing?"

Leng tired: "."

This Qingqing kissed him on purpose, probably for this effect.

He is also blind, why didn't he notice the lipstick mark on his mouth!

He frowned slightly, and after a while he said: "Momo, it's not what you think, it was Qingqing who forced me to kiss me, and I swear, the moment she kissed me, I immediately pushed her away,"

"And I will not agree to her request to meet in the future."

After the man finished speaking, his slender hands pinched her shoulders and explained excitedly.

Qiao Yimo moved her fingertips slightly, her face turned pale, and it took her a long time to utter a word, "It hurts."

"What's wrong?" Leng Juan sensed something was wrong with her.

Injured shoulder?
Leng Juan immediately wanted to take off her clothes to look at the wound.

Qiao Yimo panicked.

Immediately took a step back, with a low and indifferent voice: "In the restaurant, I accidentally bumped into the waiter."

Intuition tells the man that things are not that simple.

He looked flustered and said: "Momo, go back to the room, I'll rub it for you."

Facing the man's insistence, Qiao Yimo was very helpless, "I'm a doctor, don't I know my physical condition?"

"But."

Qiao Yimo had no choice but to take his hand and sit in the dining room, "What about the soup you mentioned, I want to drink it."

After saying that, the man frowned and ordered to the chef beside him, "Heat up the soup."

"Yes."

The night was cold, with gusts of wind blowing, the man's heart, which had been fluctuating all day, finally calmed down.

And he finally had time to calm down and think.

Leng Juan quietly looked at the girl waiting for food at the dining table, his eyes fell on her shoulders again, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

If I remember correctly, Qingqing's shoulder was also injured, and it was a bullet grazing.

If his sense of smell is really correct, he also smelled a medicine to treat metal abrasions on Momo's body just now.

All of a sudden, he thought of that kiss again, and then his eyes moved to her light lips.

That touch, should not go wrong!
(End of this chapter)