Mysterious president, get away from me!

Although she had already guessed it, she still felt cold when she got the answer from him. She snorted coldly, "I have three little uncles. You can tell me, which one are you?"

He chuckled. "Guess what."

Guess, guess your sister, guess!

She snapped, "come on, I'm not very patient. If I accidentally scratch my brother-in-law's neck, it will be miserable."

"It's up to you to see if you have the ability." As soon as he spoke, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the dagger in her hand. The other hand struck her heavily on her right shoulder. Under the pain, the power of holding the dagger was released subconsciously, and he seized the opportunity to throw the dagger.

With a bang, the dagger fell in the corner, glowing in the moonlight.

Maureen took advantage of the situation to kick him and roll to the bed in a hurry, but he pulled him over and held him down.

"What a bad cat, you say. How can I punish you?"

"Are you worthy of your elder brother?"

"Tut Tut, now that I've become a watch girl, I don't want to set up a memorial archway. Who can I show you such a disgusting look of loving my brother?"

She threatened him with a dagger, which obviously angered him.

When she woke up, it was already noon, and the sunlight poured down on the floor through the thin screen curtain, so quiet that people felt suffocated.

She held her shoulders in her hands and shrunk into a ball. The crazy and cruel behavior of mysterious people lingered in her mind.

At the head of the bed, mu Nianchen's picture is warm and smiling, but her face is full of tears. Her guilt makes her nauseous. She stumbles into the bathroom, lies on the toilet and vomits in a mess.

The room was in a mess, and it was easy for people to think of something. She did not dare to let the servant in to clean it. She cleaned up all the traces by herself, and was panting for breath.

There was a knock outside the door, "Granny, are you awake? Lunch is ready. "

"Well, I see." Mo Ling relaxed slowly. Fortunately, today is Sunday, so she doesn't have to go to work.

After lunch, she took a hot bath and felt relieved.

She changed her clothes, ready to go out, Xiao Su quickly followed up, remind her to go to the main house for dinner in the evening, don't come back late. This is the rule of the Mu family. At ordinary times, everyone is busy and has no time to get together, so every weekend they get together and have a family reunion dinner.

Maureen drove downtown, bought a box of emergency contraceptives, took two, and then stuffed the bottle into her handbag. Unexpectedly, she was allergic to this kind of medicine. When she drove back to Mu's home, her face and body had a small red pimple.

"What happened to your face?"

Mo Ling didn't expect to meet mu Chenhan in front of the garage. He was wearing a black suit and white shirt. Simple collocation could also make him wear a domineering temperament. The high bridge of the nose and the tip of the nose slightly downward add a little coldness to this beautiful face. Her eyes are deep and indifferent, staring at her.

"Allergic, no big problem." She answered calmly, her eyes falling on his neck. Unfortunately, his neck was covered by the collar of his shirt and nothing could be seen.

Mu Chen cold didn't seem to notice her vision, slightly slightly ordered to nod, lift a step then forward.

Mo Ling clenched his teeth, "wait a minute!" She can't give up this good opportunity. Last night, she deliberately left a scar on the mysterious man's neck. She must find him out.

Mu Chen cold side body but stand, both hands insert in trouser pocket, fix attention to see her, "what's up?"

"Well, a little," Maureen quickly stepped forward and grinned, "there's something dirty on your collar. I'll help you with it."

"No need." Mu Chen cold body side, avoid the hand that she stretches out.

"Don't mention it. You can't see it yourself. I'll help you sort it out." Mo Ling's delicate and beautiful face was full of bright smile, but his hand action was not vague. He grasped his shirt collar in one hand.

"Don't move!" Mu Chen Han holds her hand impolitely, strong tone, threatening tone.

Hum, as soon as we can get it, Mo Ling will not give up easily. She will let him press his right hand and pull his collar open quickly with his left hand.

His neck line is perfect, just like carving, full of man's sense of strength. She accidentally touched her finger and took it back like an electric shock, but her eyes were fixed on the band aid posted on the right side of his neck.