The president tames his wife and loves him deeply

Chapter 415 Don't You Want To Hug Me?
She thought he would push her away.

At least, her "salty pig's hand" will be destroyed.

But now, Mo Siyuan suddenly stretched out his hand and rubbed her into his arms, the distance where even the body temperature of each other was tightly attached to each other.

Jiang Ningwan was dumbfounded.

She seemed to feel that Mo Siyuan was trembling slightly.

She looked at him in surprise, "Brother, why did you go downstairs without your coat on?"

Mo Siyuan said nothing.

Just hold her.

The snowflakes fell gently on the ground, and the cold wind blew by the side. All senses seemed to be useless at this time.

Jiang Ningwan nestled in his arms obediently, "It's cold, isn't it?"

Her voice was soft and delicate, but it carried an intoxicating magic, "I'll hold you, and you won't be cold."

The cold wind in the middle of the night made her legs tremble almost, but she hugged him so hard and wanted to warm him so earnestly.

"Where have you been?"

Mo Siyuan's voice was extremely hoarse, snowflakes fell on his forehead, and his face turned cold.

"I...I bought food for you."

Jiang Ningwan was still holding him, and raised the bag in her hand with great effort, "All the shops nearby are closed. I ran for many streets before I saw one that was still open. The boss pulled down the shutter door. I was stunned. I opened the door and made another bowl..."

"Am I great?"

The little girl raised her head with an expression of "Praise me, praise me quickly".

Mo Siyuan took the bag from her with one hand and led her upstairs with the other.

I came down in such a hurry that I forgot to turn on the light, the whole floor was shrouded in darkness, and the flying snow fell, forming a thin layer on the ground.

At this moment, on the contrary, it looks more and more snow-colored and moving.

"Brother, why don't you turn on the light?"

Jiang Ningwan leaned against him, taking big steps, for fear of bumping into something in the dark.

The more he didn't speak, the more noisy she became, "It's easy to fall when walking up the stairs like this!"

The little girl spoke seriously.

Mo Siyuan: "...forgot."

"Brother, are you worried about me?"

Jiang Ningwan suddenly thought of something, and her voice became cheerful.

Mo Siyuan was slightly taken aback.

worried?
In the dead of night, the snowstorm is approaching, the little girl who hasn't returned for a long time.

He was silent for too long.

Just when Jiang Ningwan thought he wouldn't answer, she heard a "hmm" from her side.

It was so light and slow that she thought it was an auditory hallucination.

"It's late."

Mo Siyuan said.

"what?"

Jiang Ningwan glanced at the time, "It's almost eleven o'clock! No wonder there is no one on the street... If you don't tell me, I didn't pay attention... No wonder there is no one on the street..." In the middle of the night, no one met How lucky to meet such a strange person.

"Don't go out so late next time."

Mo Siyuan said.

Probably because of physical discomfort, even when talking, there is no sense of distance as usual.

Jiang Ningwan nodded, and after a while, she said, "If I could cook, I wouldn't go out so late."

Mo Siyuan: "..."

It sounds like I still think what I did makes sense.

As soon as she returned to the room, Jiang Ningwan turned on the light, "Brother, sit down."

The indoor temperature is much warmer than the outside, and the senses and consciousness gradually return, and the sight is a little clearer.

She took the lunch box out of the bag, "It seems a little cold, I covered it so tightly, it's still cold..."

The little girl's voice was full of disbelief.

"Let it go."

Mo Siyuan looked at her, and his mood began to improve inexplicably, "I'm not hungry."

"Eat even if you're not hungry. What if you fell asleep and fainted from hunger?"

She was terribly worried.

Even such nonsensical words were taken seriously by her.

Mo Siyuan especially wanted to tell her that it was unlikely to happen when she fell asleep, fell asleep and fainted from hunger. Looking into the worried eyes of the little girl, she suddenly felt...

As if the facts didn't matter that much.

Jiang Ningwan took a lot of effort to open the lid of the airtight box, "Pole porridge... nothing else, brother, let's make do with it, their porridge is quite delicious."

The appearance of the porridge is not very good, probably because the road is a bit far away, the soup has dried up, and the good polenta looks like rice.

The little girl looked down and touched her nose in embarrassment, "Why don't you eat with your eyes closed?"

She thought it was a good idea.

Mo Siyuan's mind was a little fuzzy, looking at the person in front of him, he actually found it extremely pleasing.

He took it and took a couple of mouthfuls casually, his throat was full of bitterness, and the porridge naturally couldn't taste anything good.

But the little girl looked at him nervously, "Actually...it's not that bad, is it?"

"Well, it's delicious."

That was probably one of the few things that Mo Siyuan said against his will.

It's just that he didn't know at that time that after meeting Jiang Ningwan, he would talk about it many times.

After forcibly drinking half a bowl of porridge, Jiang Ningwan took the rest, put it on the table, and asked him, "Do you still want to sleep?"

While speaking, the little girl's hand was already on his forehead.

"I don't know if the wind blows downstairs, why do I feel that my brother's forehead is a little cold?"

She frowned and said very puzzled.

The slightly cool temperature seems to have the magical function of cooling down.

Mo Siyuan suppressed the urge to keep pressing her hand on his face, and said in a low voice, "Just sleep and it will be fine."

"……Really?"

Jiang Ningwan was a little skeptical, "How about I take you to the hospital, just in case..."

"Not in case."

Mo Siyuan felt a little helpless about her little old woman's worries.

"Okay. Then brother go to bed and lie down, I'll watch over you here."

Fortunately, she still gave up the idea of ​​making him go to the hospital.

Mo Siyuan lay on the bed again, watching the little girl help him tuck the quilt up clumsily and carefully, lying on the head of the bed, looking at him without blinking.

Obviously there is only one more person in the room, but it seems that even the air is filled with the breath of the other person.

Mo Siyuan was so dizzy that he couldn't open his eyes, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Go back to sleep."

"Anyway, I can't sleep alone, why don't I stay here..."

Jiang Ningwan moved her position, lay on the edge of his pillow, stretched out her hand and gently tugged at the sheet, "I lied to you by saying that I'm here with my brother...Actually, I'm the one who stays in the room by myself and is afraid...you Stay with me, okay?"

Such a lame excuse, only she can say it so naturally.

Mo Siyuan thought.

"There is no one else at home today, let's be a companion!"

Her eyes blinked.

Like twinkling stars in the night sky.

As if he was afraid that he would not agree, he promised very seriously, "I will never climb into my brother's bed and tarnish my brother's innocence, really... no matter how cold it is, I will never..."

"Come up."

Mo Siyuan interrupted her.

"Ah? Ahhh?"

Jiang Ningwan was stunned for a while, then rubbed her face, "Well, no, three times are not enough to express my surprise now...Brother, are you burnt out?"

It wasn't him who told her before that she should pay attention to the difference between men and women, and the messy family training.

So much so that she never had the nerve to knock on his door from then on.

"I am cold."

Mo Siyuan said.

"……what?"

Jiang Ningwan was even more confused.

Mo Siyuan lowered his eyes and said in a weak voice, "Didn't you want to hug me?"

"Yeah... hug you."

Jiang Ningwan was still thinking about when she said this, but her mouth was moving faster than her brain, and she had already answered.

In addition, the air conditioner is not turned on in the room, so it is really cold.

Without saying a word, she climbed onto the bed and got under the quilt.

Still struggling with how to hug him, Mo Siyuan pulled him into his arms. The two touched without distance, and Jiang Ningwan's heart stopped for a moment.

Tell the truth.

people with fever...

It's really warm in my arms.

She looked up at Mo Siyuan, his eyes were closed, but a blush appeared on Bai Zhe's handsome face.

"Sick beauty."

Jiang Ningwan whispered.

"……what?"

"I used to think that people who like sick beauties are crazy. How can they look good when they are sick? Even fairies will turn into medicine jars..."

The little girl whispered: "But the way my brother is now... I really miss, really miss... ravaged..."

She almost mumbled those two words to herself.

After speaking, her cheeks turned red.

From the first day she met her brother, he was 1.8 meters tall, with a slender figure and a handsome appearance. Except for a pair of red phoenix eyes that were too perverted, he was really a very handsome boy.

But now, she suddenly felt the beauty of a weak Liu Fufeng.

blush.

Why do you like it so much, brother like this!
Mo Siyuan opened his eyes to look at her, his eyes were dark, and his voice was hoarse, "Be good."

"Ow..."

Jiang Ningwan silently pulled up the quilt to cover her hot face, only showing a pair of smart eyes looking at him.

My brother is not angry at being called a sick beauty.

She was in his arms, and her feet, devoid of freezing temperature, silently approached the source of warmth.

Come closer.

A little closer.

Jiang Ningwan wanted to keep him warm without freezing him, but suddenly, Mo Siyuan moved, pinching her feet between her calves.

One hot and one cold, the temperature difference was too much, both of them were startled.

Jiang Ningwan kept that posture obediently, feeling the temperature on her feet return to normal little by little.

She raised her head and kissed him on the chin, leaned against his ear, breathed shallowly, and said softly, "My brother is the best brother in the world.

It's just that he doesn't want to admit it yet.

He actually, really really liked me. "

The corners of Mo Siyuan's eyes moved slightly.

He should have told her she shouldn't have kissed him.

Maybe the fever burned the heartstrings, he just pretended not to know anything.

or.

He really liked her very much.

For many years later, Mr. Mo did not touch his body at all. A friend asked with a smile, "What kind of beauty do you want, but you have to wait for such a little girl to open up, isn't it self-torture?"

Mo Siyuan thought to himself:

She is stupid, but her desire to be nice to me is real.

Then I think she is pretty smart.

(End of this chapter)