Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

"It's not red anymore."

I just pinched it. It didn't break the skin, it didn't bruise, and the red mark spread quickly. There was no need to wipe the medicine at all.

She didn't understand how Ji Yunan, who had been injured by a knife and could wipe some disinfectant without stitches, could be so sentimental in this kind of small friction that can't be called injury. In the morning, he bumped into his desk and asked Fu Suian to buy medicine. On his wrist, he was too strong at that time and made some impression. It was also worth him to get out of the car and run to the drugstore?

Is it a bruise or a red mark that can't be seen by an experienced person like him?

Ji Yunan coldly but strongly pulled her hand, lifted up the sleeve, and saw that it had recovered as before, and could not see any trace, so he took a paper towel to wipe off the ointment in his hand.

He was taut, looking a bit embarrassed, "sorry, next time you can shout pain, I can't control the strength occasionally."

The man with superior family background is also very rough and dry. He wiped it casually with a paper towel, but he didn't wipe it with a wet towel. With the smell of ointment in his hand, he reached out to touch her hair.

When Sheng got up in the morning, he washed his head and quickly avoided, "a smell of medicine."

Ji Yunan took a look at her, saw her frown, a look of disgust, just wiped it again with a wet towel.

She looked in the eyes, a warm heart, but forced himself not to think, turned to look out of the window.

In fact, her feeling for Fu Yi is not so much like her love, but a moment's heart. This kind of feeling is just like her admiration for the high-grade students who are handsome, elegant, gentle, and far ahead in their academic performance. In the eyes of teachers and students, they are all mythical.

This kind of feeling, in Philadelphia completely cut off contact for three months, slowly became flat.

Goodbye to Fu Yi, all she can feel is peace of mind.

It's like a good friend after a long time, smiling and greeting.

She wants to tell Ji Yunan that she doesn't like Fu any more, but think about it.

Ji Yunan likes Mu Qinghuan. He doesn't like to see that he and Fu are too close. It's just a morbid desire for possession.

Why does she have to go up to Baba's explanation.

Besides, he didn't ask, except for the short black face at that time.

They had dinner outside, and it was already eight o'clock when they got home.

Shi Sheng went upstairs and after taking a bath, he lay on the bed and pursued the drama with his notebook.

Hong Kong's latest undercover drama, she was boring to brush the website at that time, just saw that the score of this drama was very high, so she started to watch it cheaply. As a result, she couldn't stop watching it. The most deadly one was the serial one, which only produced four episodes a week. She saved up to watch it together every time.

It's almost 12 o'clock after watching TV. Ji Yunan hasn't come in.

She was thirsty and went out to pour water.

When passing by the study, he saw that the light was still on and the door was not closed, so he took a look inside. However, he saw that Ji Yunan was only wearing a shirt with a big open collar. He was sitting lazily on the sofa staring at Xiaoyin.

He looked a little lonely and dispirited.

Such a side belongs to him alone, at least Shi Sheng has never seen him show this kind of pitiful expression abandoned by the whole world.

When Sheng knocked on the door.

Ji Yunan regained his mind, sat up, and his expression immediately returned to his usual expressionless face, "what's the matter?"

"It's late. Go to bed?"

Ji Yunan stares at her with a smile, "go to sleep, where to sleep?"

Shi Sheng deliberately ignores the hidden meaning in his words, "even forget where the master bedroom is?"

He seems to be disappointed, but he soon turns his eyes away. Shisheng can't tell whether the dimness in the blink of an eye is sad or just the shadow of the light.

"Don't worry about me. Go to sleep."

Shi Sheng let out a "Oh", went to pour water, went back to the room, washed his face, wiped moisturizing lotion, and did a set of health exercises before going to bed.

Half asleep and half awake, the bed sank, the quilt opened and a man came in.

Hot body, hard muscles, hot breathing spray on her slightly raised clavicle!

Before she fell asleep, she suddenly woke up and opened her eyes to turn on the light.

Ji Yunan's voice then rang out, "don't move, I don't do anything."

"Why don't you go back to your own room?" Her voice is very hoarse, suppressing the strong annoyance of being woken up.

Ji Yunan's deep and hearty laughter was beside her ears, magnetic and hoarse.

"You sleep in my bed, too. All the beds in this villa are mine, so I can sleep anywhere I want."

Shi Sheng is sleepy to death. He doesn't want to argue with him about ownership in the middle of the night, "then lend me the bed to sleep for a while, and you go to another room."