Chapter 448

Chi Huan was held by a man, although he did not spend much effort.

He is a man who is too strong to be reasonable and has no bottom line, but when he says these words, he is like a giant coquettish dog leaning on her waist and abdomen.

Low, dumb and steady voice gives people a soft illusion.

She didn't know what to do for a while.

It's like being trapped in the valley of Wei, in a dilemma.

She held her breath and said stiffly, "wipe yourself, I won't do it for you. You blow your hair, too. I'll bring you the hair dryer at most."

Mo Shiqian said, "my back hurts. It hurts when I stretch my hand so far to wipe the medicine. It hurts when I lift it to blow my hair."

“……”

"I don't believe that, Mo Shiqian, you a 30-year-old man has a backache on his lips. It hurts to do this and it hurts to do that. Do you want to be shameful?"

He looked at the thin red on her face, hoarse way, "I stand pain, not to mention wipe medicine and blow hair."

"Then why don't you stay in the hospital and force me to take you home?"

"The hospital smells bad."

"Do you think you are a child? Is it naive or not? "

Men's tone of voice does not have any ups and downs, "smelly, don't like."

Chi Huan looks at his oil and salt like he's not going in. He pushes his head away and says angrily, "love to wipe, love to blow, I don't care about you. You're going to die by yourself."

Mo Shiqian frowned and said, "when you have a high fever and a cold, I feed you porridge one mouthful at a time. That's how you treat me now?"

She didn't want to talk about it, and she didn't want to talk about it.

Feed her porridge one mouthful at a time?

He tied her hand to the head of the bed and had to feed her porridge mouth to mouth. How could he mention it?

Chi Huan doesn't go back.

When I got to the door, Yu Guang noticed the teddy bear thrown down by the man. He went to pick it up and walked out holding it.

Her eyes were not clear. She reached out and took the door with her. She fell to the ground.

…………

Chi Huan sits on the sofa, leaning against the huge teddy bear, and dials his cell phone to the fashion.

"What can I do for you?"

"Come and take moshiqian away."

"Where is he?"

“…… My home. "

"Oh, no," the fad said

"He was hurt," said Chi Huan, biting his lips

"You stabbed him with a knife?"

"No."

"What kind of injury can he get?" the popular sneer

“……”

"Chi Huan tried to intimidate him," he hit his waist in a fight, and now he can't move in bed

"He just lies on your bed and doesn't want to move."

She also guessed that unless moshiqian called him in person, he would not bird her. After a few seconds of silence, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips lightly. "Then give me the phone of xiatangtang, and I'll let her come to pick up someone."

"Tang Tang is back in Paris. He should be on the plane now."

"What?"

"Well, one of her close friends died, so she took the little mango back to Paris temporarily."

"Are you lying to me? There is no such coincidence."

"What do I lie to you? Tang Tang is half of my sister-in-law. What's the reason why I don't help you?"

Chi Huan thought for a moment, "then you'd better give me her number."

That end was quiet for a moment, and the fashion was lazy and smiling, "you want to find her number directly, Shi Qian. You are his lover, Tang Tang, and his wife. In case you hurt them to divorce, he turns around and blames me. I don't want to run these muddy waters."

Finish saying, also do not give pool Huan reaction time, cut off the phone.

Has Begonia returned to Paris?

So sudden?

Did she tell Mo Shiqian?

She was not sure if she had Because moshiqian's mobile phone was smashed by her at the door of the hospital

After thinking about it, Chi Huan returns to the ward with her mobile phone.

"Mo Shiqian..."

As soon as she called out his name, she found that the man who had opened his eyes was lying down, with his wet hair resting on her pillow.

Once upon a time, even if she dried most of her hair and was lazy and a little wet, she would dig up her hair and blow it to her. She would scold a bunch of men like an old woman. She would fall asleep with her hair wiped twice with a towel on her head?

Mo Shiqian looks at her, and doesn't show any accident to her going back and forth. He just asks lightly, "what's the matter?"

"Sit up for me!"

The man's tone is lazy, "low back pain."

"Get up."

He looked at her rare fierce and cold face, or rather difficult, and slowly stood up and sat up, "what's the matter?""Who asked you to wet my pillow?"

"If you don't play for me, that's all."

"Are you reasonable?"

Mo Shiqian looks at her, sighs, and says, "don't think that a man will not cry or shout. I really hurt. Would you like me to lie down for a rest?"

That tone, as if she was making trouble.

Chi Huan looks at him, his eyebrows drooping, the quilt sliding from his body to his abdomen, where the muscles are even, the mermaid line submerged, strong, strong, sexy.

It's not weak, but it doesn't look like a lie.

"Don't make a face of her," it's popular to say that Begonia has returned to Paris temporarily

"Yes."

She threw her cell phone over. "You call her."

Mo Shiqian looks at his mobile phone and looks at her again, smilingly saying, "I'll call her with your mobile phone for fear that she doesn't know we're staying together?"

Chi Huan looks at him and doesn't speak.

He reached for the wallet by the bed and handed it to her. "Come here."

"For what?"

"Buy me a new cell phone, make up the phone card, buy some clothes, and then buy a dinner," he said in a low voice

"I'm not going. You call your men and ask them to do it for you."

The man smiled slowly and lightly, "every time I look for you, I come here by myself. Do you want more people to know that we are together?"

After standing for a while, Chi Huan went over and took the wallet.

She turned and went out, but stopped again after a few steps.

Looking up at the ceiling, I stood for half a minute with my eyes closed. Finally, I threw my wallet back to the end of the bed and went to the bathroom and took out my hair dryer.

Go back to the bed and blow his hair.

The warm wind blew through his hair and caressed his scalp.

Mo Shiqian looks up at the tight features and lips of the woman, the delicate white face of the long hair is different from the usual, but it can't be described accurately.

He didn't even know what she was thinking.

"You don't have to be so reluctant to treat me well. If you don't blow my hair or wipe my medicine, I can't do anything with you."

Chi Huan did not speak, neither answered his questions nor looked at him.

It's not that he can't do anything with her.

It's because she can't take him, let alone herself.

Clearly know is a fatal no way out of the swamp, struggle to struggle, or more deeply.