Lucky to Have You Till the End

Mo Chiwei wanted to see the wound on Tang Xinyan's forehead, only when his fingertips touched her shoulder, he heard her trembling low growl, "Don't touch me!"

She resisted and refused like that, and he almost turned her...

He is a well-dressed beast.

Tang Xinyan resisted the pain on his forehead, her bright apricot eyes were covered with mist.

Recently, she was also unlucky enough. Her forehead was injured once in the detention room, and this time she was injured again.

The nose is sour and inexplicably wronged.

The viscous liquid dripped onto the eyelashes. She wiped it with the back of her hand and said in a flustered manner, "Since you don't abide by the agreement between us, I won't marry you either."

She didn't believe in Tang Yurou's temperament, she could always be an illegitimate junior.

Standing up from the ground, Tang Xinyan walked around the sofa, preparing to leave.

Mo Chi Wei condensed her back, feeling a little depressed, but he didn't show it on his face.

When she walked to the hallway and opened the door, he strode over.

As soon as the door was opened a thin slit, I heard a bang... it was closed again.

Mo Chiwei grabbed Tang Xinyan's slender wrist, and when he saw her struggling, his eyebrows frowned, and he directly hugged her horizontally.

In order not to fall, Tang Xinyan conditioned his arms around his neck with both hands.

Seeing her **** forehead, Mo Chi Weijun's face became tightly contoured.

She was put on the sofa by him. As soon as she was about to stand up, his deep and indifferent eyes swept over sharply, "Sit down!"

The expression on his face was gloomy and cold, and there was a trace of anger accumulating between his brows. Although she didn't know what he was angry about, she was still shocked by his appearance. Sitting on the sofa, she did not dare to move again. .

She knew how great the power disparity between him and her was. He told her to sit down. If she dared to leave, she might have been caught by him before she ran to the gate!

Mo Chiwei entered the bedroom, and after a while, he took out a medicine box.

Tang Xinyan ignored him with long eyelashes.

Wei Mo Chi frowned, he lifted her jaw and wiped the blood from her forehead with a cotton swab.

When people's hearts are raging, the blood is hard to stop. Looking at her eyelashes, blood is stained on her cheek, and Mo Chiwei's eyebrows are tightly twisted.

The movement to stop her bleeding was slightly slowed.

His handling of wounds is smooth and smooth, and he is familiar with the road.

Anti-inflammatory, applying medicine, hemostasis, and bandaging, seem to be familiar with such things.

In Tang Xinyan's impression, the noble son generally would not handle such things. For example, Fu Sichen was injured in the past, and the doctor or she helped him to deal with it.

In less than two or three minutes, he handled the wound on her forehead for her.

"Don't touch the water these days, it should not leave scars."

Tang Xinyan stared at Mo Chiwei who had no expression on her face with red eyes, "I want to go home, I don't want to marry you!"

Mo Chiwei narrowed his deep eyes, "Do you think you have room for remorse?"

"It's you who didn't abide by my agreement with you. You were just like that before you got married. You got married, didn't you..." Thinking of the previous sofa, he put her hand into her clothes, from the chest to the soft zone of the abdomen , Her ears were hot immediately, "You are a stinky rascal who doesn't count!"

Seeing her puffed up, Mo Chiwei was a little funny, "Ms. Tang, when you teased me, why didn't you say that you were a gangster?"

She teased him?

Did she get drunk in the bathroom?

She bit her lip, her face flushed badly, "I was drunk and confused."