In Love With The Fake Bride

Yan Xiluo pushed the wheelchair to the large balcony of the study on the second floor, knelt down and massaged the man's legs slowly. After a while she turned around and brought a small hammer made of wood.

She tapped the nerves in Qiao Moli's legs earnestly again and again. The man watched her make a series of movements without saying a word.

Occasionally she looked very professional, but he didn't expect that this spoiled young lady of the Yan family would read the whole book and study a plan for his rehabilitation in order to rehabilitate him.

If it's pretending, why bother so much. He looked at her small white hands pinching on his leg. Her long hair was tied into a bun, and a few strands of hair fell down her small face. The snow-white swan neck is more delicate under the sunlight.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Qiao Moli's heart flew like a feather. He suddenly remembered that a few nights ago, he helped her change her clothes, and the mature snow-white body appeared in his mind again.

He began to feel hot all over, watching her lips turn pink, and suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Yan Xiluo was taken aback for a moment, then looked up into the man's burning eyes.

She was about to stand up when she was pulled violently by the man, and she sat in his arms all at once.

The man let go of his big hand, and raised his hand to touch her smooth little face. There was no anger in her eyes, and the other hand gently wrapped her willow waist.

Yan Xiluo's heart skipped a beat, before she realized what was going on, the man's handsome face was only a few centimeters away from her, and his warm breath was blowing on her face.

Sitting on his lap, she could feel his hot legs through the fabric. The man's nice clean and cold fragrance floated into her nostrils. Her face turned red all of a sudden.

She and Ning Donghang have never been in such close contact for half a year. Occasionally they just hold hands and kiss her forehead, and she is not as nervous as she is now.

She hurriedly stood up, but was gently pressed by Qiao Moli with both hands, confining her in her arms, "Pressing for a while. Huh?"

He spoke in a deep voice in her ear, and the heat floated directly to her ear, making Yan Xiluo's face even redder. She used both hands to move the big hands around her waist.

"Then...then I'll sit on the stool, your legs...can't be pressed." She rested and rested, she couldn't sit on his lap to rest, what kind of words did that sound like. What if the servant and Uncle Lin saw it.

"It's okay, just sit here." The man's voice was low and hoarse, his eyes were like a ball of fire tightly locked on the fiery little face of the girl in his arms. At this moment, there were thousands of ifs in his heart, and in the end there was only one if: how wonderful it would be if she wasn't Qiao Mochen's woman!

"..." Yan Xiluo didn't dare to look up, and didn't dare to say anything. Sitting stiffly on his lap like that, she felt like her face was about to be burned.

The man still held her like that without moving, and looked at her deeply, as if he wanted to see through whether she was pretending or really shy.

At this moment, there was a knock on the study door, and before Yan Xiluo could stand up, the door was pushed open.

"Master, Third Young Mistress, it's time to eat..."

It was Aunt Mei who came in. She suddenly saw the third young mistress sitting on the young master's lap on the balcony, and she knew she shouldn't have come in just now.

Turn around and close the door right away, the wrinkles on your face can kill flies. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't see anything."

Yan Xiluo quickly pushed him away, trying to stand up, blushing to the neck, "You..."

Before she finished speaking, the man pressed her into his arms again, and his handsome face came close to her eyes.

Qiao Moli slapped her eyes and looked at her delicate pink lips, he wanted to taste it very much. Because several times, he wanted to taste this mouth.

He lowered his head involuntarily, and when the corners of his lips immediately covered the girl's pink lips, Yan Xiluo tilted slightly, and the man's thin lips brushed against her cheek.

Like an electric current passing through, Yan Xi's brain went blank with a bang.

She immediately struggled to stand up. But the man held her body tightly.

"Don't move!" The deep voice seemed to come from his throat, Yan Xiluo turned to look at the man staring at her face.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, making her uncomfortable and afraid to move.

"Aunt Mei...let us go down to eat." Yan Xiluo's nervous heart seemed to jump out of her chest.

The man slowly raised his hand to gently pinch her pointed chin, pulled her little head to the side, and slowly lowered his head to kiss her pink lips tenderly.

Yan Xiluo held his breath, feeling the man's approaching breath, and closed his blue eyes in fear. His hands were tightly clenched into fists. Doesn't he hate her? Don't you want to kiss her now? Don't! But she didn't dare to move, for fear of making him lose his temper again.

The man stopped at a distance of two centimeters from her, looking at her trembling eyelashes. The corner of his mouth curled into a mocking sneer.

This girl really wanted to betray Qiao Mochen, she didn't mean anything by refusing.

"What? Do you want me to kiss you so much?" He smiled like a demon, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

Yan Xiluo opened his eyes suddenly, and saw his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and that expression of disgust.

She felt extremely humiliated all of a sudden, she even closed her eyes, thinking that he would... In fact, she was just afraid that he would get angry. He was still terrified of the time he almost strangled her to death.

Ten thousand mud horses were running in Yan Xiluo's heart, and she was just about to speak. But he pushed her small body away violently. Sliding the wheelchair straight out of the study,

Yan Xiluo was pushed down and hit the desk directly, causing her knees to hurt. She let out a cry of surprise, and mist appeared in her eyes.

She got up and saw that her knees were red and swollen. Thinking of the embarrassment just now, she clenched her hands into fists in anger.

She didn't go downstairs to eat, but walked into the bedroom silently, closed the door and leaned against the door. Desperately hold back tears.

She was used to patience in that kind of family, and she had suffered a lot of grievances, but this time she felt that he really hated her and humiliated her.

After a while, Aunt Mei knocked on the door and brought in the food, "Miss Third, you didn't go down to eat, but the young master asked me to bring it to you. Eat some, you'll be hungry tonight."

Yan Xiluo didn't look up, what did he mean by deliberately humiliating her like this and asking someone to bring her food. She said nothing and did not eat.

After Aunt Mei left, she went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then lay on the bed.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Aunt Mei came in and saw that the food hadn't moved, she sighed and took the food out, and saw Qiao Moli coming out of the elevator at the door.

"Master, Third Young Mistress didn't eat dinner." Aunt Mei stood at the stairs.

The man frowned, his lips pursed into a straight line, "Where is she?"

"Already fell asleep."

The man slid the wheelchair and pushed open the door, "Go and get another hot one."

"Yes, master."

Qiao Moli's wheelchair slid to the girl's bed, and saw a bulge in the bed. Then the light came on, and he saw the girl's seaweed-like long hair scattered on the pillow, her small face hidden under the blanket.

"Get up and eat." The man's deep voice sounded in the quiet bedroom.

(Mianmian is a newcomer, please be pampered by the babes, save, save, save~ the important thing is to say it three times!)