Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

Not more, not less, just the amount she lent to Yi Joe.

"You haven't changed your money in this period of time. If you can get 100000 yuan in such a short time, you still don't have any contacts. Linjiang, Shisheng, you have a lot of skills."

When he said this, he didn't know whether he was really praising her or just satirizing her in his heart. Shisheng didn't want to bend to the bottom of the matter. Whether he was praising or satirizing, she didn't care.

He gave a vague "Oh", and then he was about to sit down. After squatting half of his body, he was dragged by Ji Yunan, and his arm was pulled up abruptly. This time, he didn't control his strength. Shi Sheng was pulled directly into his arms, and the tip of his nose hit his chest, which was a little sour.

"I'm asking you something."

Shi Sheng was a little annoyed when he forced him to ask. He puffed his cheeks and glared at him, especially the wrist where he clamped it. It hurt badly, which made her face even worse. "I found an old man and coaxed him into a good mood. I'll give him my big hand soon."

This was originally a angry sentence, but when Ji Yunan heard the word "coax", it was like a firecracker being ignited.

It's exploding.

He glared at her with his eyes, and his strength increased. He looked like he wanted to eat her alive. "For 100000 yuan, you go to coax a man, or an old man? Shisheng, how cheap is your mother? "

Shi Sheng was hurt by his angry chest. He grabbed him with another free hand and clamped his big palm tightly. After several attempts, his wrist was red and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Yes, I am cheap, coax the old man, he at least gentle to me, afraid of my pain, afraid of my grievance, in and out of the famous car pick-up, send hand is Chanel Dior fan zhe Si, even like you, always use rough, my hand will be abandoned by you."

The more you say, the more you feel aggrieved. Your eyes are red.

I don't know whether it's pain or anger!

Ji Yunan laughed angrily. His strength relaxed a little, but he didn't let it go completely. "Together, you're complaining to me that I didn't send you Chanel Dior van Gez, right?"

His critical eyes looked up and down at Shi Sheng.

After a while, he snorted and turned away.

Like a proud peacock, you can dance in front of him.

"It's no wonder to send Chanel Dior fan zhe Si, an old man's appreciation level, is just like this. He can only send this kind of local tyrant gold money, which is vulgar. It's estimated that people are also ugly. He's an upstart on his way to becoming a monk, which is the standard of being rich and round."

This can also explain why Shi Sheng is still wearing a rag that doesn't even have a brand.

Shi Sheng: "I'm not sure."

She just said a few words, this person really can't stop talking.

"I'm going to take a bath. Let go."

She hasn't taken a bath since she fell into the river. She hates the smell of it. It's hard for Ji Yunan to look at her as if nothing had happened and hold her hand.

Ji Yunan seemed to notice this. He frowned and slowly took back his hand. He bent down and pulled a piece of drawing paper, wiped his finger and wiped it again.

Shi Sheng: "I'm not sure."

FALSE.

She rolled her eyes and limped into the bathroom.

Ji's bathroom has a bathtub. Her injury is on her leg. Lift it up and put it on the side. Be careful not to get wet.

"You have a wound on your body. You can't touch the water," he said. He thought he couldn't bear it. He coughed. "I'll get Chloe to help you."

……

By the time Chloe came up, Sheng was already comfortably lying in the bathtub. The wound on his leg was wrapped in a towel and covered with plastic wrap.

She closed her eyes and breathed lightly, as if she had fallen asleep.

Chloe walked over with a light step. "I'll wash your hair, ma'am."

"Thank you."

It's really inconvenient for her to wash her hair like this.

Chloe washes Sheng's head and makes sure she doesn't need help before opening the door.

Ji Yunan is smoking on the balcony. In the bleak cold wind, his back looks straight and straight, which makes people feel pitiful.

But the next second, she felt that she was thinking too much.

The young master is so rich that he needs nothing. How can he be pitiful.

The sliding door is not closed tightly, there is still a little smoke blowing from the crack of the door, and the room is full of light smoke.

The sound of her closing the door was very small. Except for the lock, there was no other sound.

But the man who had been standing still with his back to her, as if immersed in his own thoughts, turned around in the moment of the sound.

Dazzled, eyes have a few obvious red blood, is not a good rest caused.