He frowned a little, took the wet towel in the past, pulled her delicate hand over, carefully wiped it, and did not let go of his fingers.
After wiping, take the towel to the bathroom to clean and hang it. Mo Xiuchen goes back to bed and lies down, embraces her in his arms, ready to close her eyes and go to sleep.
But the tip of the nose is full of the faint fragrance from her body, how also can't sleep.
He opened his eyes and looked at the quiet sleeping face of the woman in his arms. After a long time, he turned her over, picked up her clothes and looked at the center of her back waist.
A pale red, butterfly like birthmark is printed there.
Slender fingers brush that mark, Mo Xiuchen eyes micro flash, don't know what to think of, the facial expression on the face unexpectedly reveals a bit of miss.
Breaking off Wen Yiyi's little face and kissing her, Mo Xiuchen buried her head in her neck and shoulder, took a deep breath and closed her eyes to sleep.
……
The next morning, when Wen Yiyi woke up, she was still alone in the room.
Mo Xiuchen has disappeared for a long time.
Looking at the time, a quarter past nine.
She yawned, sleepy and a little sleepy, so she went back to sleep again. But at this time, she heard a cramped step outside the door.
Wen Yiyi was wondering who was coming, and the door of the room was knocked.
A woman's voice came from outside the door.
"Miss Wen, I'm Mr. Mo's new nutritionist. Breakfast is ready. When Miss Wen wakes up, come down to eat."
Coincidentally, Wen Yiyi is a little hungry. She answers quickly, gets up from the bed, goes to the cloakroom to find a thick dress to change, and quickly washes out.
Outside the door, song Qiaoyuan is standing there, next to Mo Qingling who is covering her mouth and laughing.
"Smile, what's so funny?" Song Qiaoyuan stares at Mo Qingling and grabs her ear.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing here. You want to avoid me? How can it be so easy? I'll go back this time, and you'll go back with me! Your uncle song's youngest son returned home a few days ago... "
Listen to her so a say, Mo clear Ling facial expression immediately changed.
She grabbed song Qiaoyuan's clothes bitterly and begged, "Mom, don't do this I'm only 22 years old. I'm not in a hurry to get married... "
"Ha ha." Song Qiaoyuan gave her a pair of white eyes, "your sister-in-law is younger than you, others have children, you don't even have a boyfriend."
"It's not Is it different? " Mo Qingling frowned.
"What's the difference? If you don't bring a boyfriend back this year, you won't be able to get in Song Qiaoyuan uttered cruel words to her. Her fierce expression glared at her. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something at length. Suddenly, the voice of opening the door came from behind. Song Qiaoyuan quickly stopped her words. Her fierce expression changed into a gentle smile. She turned to look at Wen Yiyi. After looking up and down, song Qiaoyuan said with a smile: "good morning, Miss Wen."
"Well Good morning Wen Yiyi nodded and said hello to her. Then she looked at Mo Qingling behind her. Seeing her face full of grievances, she blinked and asked, "what's the matter with you?"
"Nothing." Mo Qingling's mouth was flat. He looked at his mother and went downstairs with Wen Yiyi's arm in his arm. "Little sheep, do you have an appointment this afternoon? If you don't have an appointment, we'll play together later. "