Immediately marriage: Mr.Li, I want your hug

Shen Jue narrowed her eyes slightly. She knew that the injury was so serious that it must be painful. She bent down and blew gently at the wound on the back of his hand. The cool and faint breath seemed to take away a little burning pain. Mo Beichen closed her eyes and gradually relaxed her body.

Shen Jue disinfected the wound while blowing air. When she wrapped up the wound, she was tired and sweating. As soon as she looked up, she found that Mo Beichen was sleeping on the sofa.

She was stunned.

Under the light, Mo Beichen slept very heavily. His curled eyelashes cast a faint arc shadow under his eyelids. His facial features are clearly defined, his sword eyebrows and stars, and his nose is straight. There is a very perfect and neat arc from his chin to his neck.

At the moment, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and some bleeding lips looked particularly attractive.

Shen Jue looked at the two thin lips and was a little impatient. The whole person leaned towards Mo Beichen. She tentatively shouted, "Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo?"

Mo Beichen didn't say a word. She was a little bolder and sent her lips forward for a few minutes. Just as she was about to kiss his lips, her mobile phone suddenly rang. She was startled. Seeing Mo Beichen move, she hurried back, turned out her mobile phone from her bag and saw that it was the agent. She pressed the answer button and walked to the French window.

"What's the matter?"

The agent obviously heard something wrong with her voice, "xiaojue, what's the matter with your voice? Have you caught a cold? "

Shen Jue looked back at Mo Beichen leaning on the sofa. Her heart pounded wildly. She cleared her throat and said, "I don't have a cold. Why did you call me so late?"

The agent said, "just now, Xinli magazine sent me some photos and said that it would be on the front page of the entertainment page tomorrow. Xiaojue, what's going on? Mr. Mo really went to your house? "

Shen Jue grabbed the leaves of lvluo and said, "yes, he is in the villa now."

"Xiao Jue, how dare you provoke him? Did you forget the last time you offended him?" The agent angrily reminded her not to play with fire, or her acting career would come to an end.

"I know what I'm doing. Don't worry. As for the photos, you told them not to worry. President Mo came to my house and didn't get a real hammer. Let them come and take some photos tomorrow morning. Then I'll cooperate with them." Shen Jue glanced at the bottom of his eyes.

Taking advantage of Mo Beichen's unstable feelings, she made a little misunderstanding, and they couldn't make it clear.

"Xiaojue, do you know what you're doing? People like Mo Beichen can't be provoked. Even if he really likes you, he can't enter the Mohist school with your identity. " The agent praised Shen Jue with one hand. She didn't want her to go astray.

In order to marry into a rich family, many actresses used a lot of means. As a result, after they really married in, they found that the life of a rich family was not as good as they thought.

Yanluoxi is a good example. Who didn't envy her at that time, but later? Is it different that there is no ending?

Shen Jue looked at the sleeping Mo Beichen and said obstinately, "I didn't want to marry into the Mo family. I just want revenge."

With that, she hung up the phone and even turned off the machine. She didn't want to listen to the manager telling her the great principles of life. She knew all those principles, but she didn't want to listen any more.

Mo Beichen destroyed her brother and her, leaving her obsession all her life on him. He should be responsible for it.

She walked into the living room holding her mobile phone and saw that Mo Beichen didn't wake up. She took a thin blanket and covered him. Then she sat down next to him, but she didn't do the things that were out of order before.

She held her chin in one hand and thought about what had happened recently. She deliberately stabbed Mrs. Mo Beichen in front of her when she moved to the staff dormitory. Based on her understanding of Mrs. Mo, she will come back when Mo Beichen is away and deal with it without regret.

As long as something happens between them, she's afraid she won't have a chance to take advantage of it?

Mo Beichen woke up. It was already dawn outside the window. He sat up and the thin blanket slipped down. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. Looking at the strange living room in front of him, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Drooping his eyes, he saw a circle of gauze wrapped around his right hand and a touch of blood soaked out. Only then did he think of what happened last night. For a moment, he felt like he had a dream.

Shen Jue came out of the kitchen and saw him sitting there in a daze. She smiled, "Mr. Mo, you wake up. I cooked some porridge. Come and have some."

Mo Beichen looked up. There stood a woman with an idyllic apron, her hair tied up, and her cheeks without powder looked very fresh. At first glance, Mo Beichen thought it was Gu Qian. When he saw her face clearly, his crazy heart stopped beating.

"Last night..."

Shen Jue walked out of the restaurant, stood on the marble steps and explained with a smile, "I found president Mo on the roadside last night. I wanted to take you back to the Mohist villa, but your hand was badly hurt. I was worried that delaying it would infect you, so I drove back directly. I wrapped up the wound for you and you fell asleep. I couldn't bear to wake you up and let you sleep on the sofa all night, Mo doesn't blame me, does he? "

Mo Beichen wiped his face and saw that he was dressed neatly, but there were some wrinkles and didn't do anything wrong. He said faintly, "thank you. If Miss Shen sees me on the road again next time, you can leave me alone."

"Then how? Anyway, Mr. Mo, you are still my big boss. Hold your thigh and I won't be hidden by you again. " Shen Jue winked at him playfully. "I've prepared a new towel and toothbrush for you. Go wash first."

Mo Beichen stood up, "don't bother. I left first last night."

Shen Jue saw Mo Beichen walking to the porch. She hurried to the sofa, picked up the tie on the armrest, quickly chased out, and called Mo Beichen in the garden. She was quite wronged and said, "I know my cooking is not good, but Mo always doesn't give me any face. I'll still hurt my heart."

Mo Beichen pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Shen Jue smiled. "I'm kidding you. Here, you forgot your tie."

Mo Beichen looked at the tie in her hand. It was really his, but he didn't remember when he took it off. As soon as he reached out to pick it up, he was pushed away by Shen Jue. She smiled and said, "Mr. Mo, your hand is hurt. I'll tie it for you."

Then she stood on tiptoe, wrapped the tie around his back neck, skillfully tied a beautiful romantic knot, and then stretched out her hand to press down the collar of the shirt. The sweet look was like a newly married wife sending her husband out.

"Although I'm not good at cooking, I'm glad the bow tie is good. Well, Mr. Mo, you're welcome."