C17

A dark light flashed through Mo YanJue's cold eyes, and his brows wrinkled into a single word.

What made him angry was not only this woman's shameless boasting, but more importantly, he could clearly feel the sensation this woman gave him in a certain part of his body.

This isn't scientific …

For all these years, he had no interest in women. Not to mention having a reaction, he didn't even bother to take a glance at her.

The doctor said he was a germaphobe, a psychological disorder that had been with him for twenty-six years, and that was why the mother had tried to find a surrogate.

The only time he had indulged himself was that night four years ago when his wine had been drugged by his competitors. Under the effects of the medicinal effects, he and Mu Xue'er had an affair, but after that, no matter how well Mu Xue'er dressed, surrounding him, he didn't have the impulse he had that night.

And now, this stupid woman, Wall Dong, actually had a feeling?

"Mr. Mo, please be respectful. I'm a servant hired by you, but that doesn't mean I don't have human rights!" Feeling his scorching gaze and rapid and unstable breathing, Mu Qiqi said those words with a red face and thick neck.

She was afraid that if she did not speak now, she would not know what would happen next.

Although she was only experienced with matters between men and women, she wasn't an idiot. How could she not understand the dark glint in the man's scarlet eyes?

"With just you …"

Before Mo Yan could finish speaking, the door to the study was pushed open and Little Star's joyous voice could be heard. "Beautiful mommy, why aren't you going back yet …"

The tender child's voice only said half of the sentence before he saw his father pressing his mother against the wall in such a strange manner.

The clever little guy immediately covered his eyes. "I didn't see anything. Daddy's mommy, you guys continue, continue ~"

Although two small hands were covering her eyes, but her black eyes peeked through the gaps between her fingers, that witty look of hers was indescribably adorable.

Mo Yan Jue's face turned black as he let go of Mu Qi's hand which was raised above his head. In an instant, his usual indifference was restored.

"Mo Yuchen, next time you come in, don't knock on the door. Close the basement door for three days!"

"No … Daddy!" The tender voice went soft, and the expression on his face immediately changed. It was as meek as a kitten as it looked at him eagerly.

It wasn't that he hadn't been locked up, but that feeling was unbearable. He didn't want to be locked up again.

"Speak, what is it?"

Only after hearing his father's question did he remember the important matter at hand. He slapped his hands together and happily said, "I'm here to call father's mother to go to sleep."

When these words came out, the nervous and frightened Mu Qiqi immediately began to cough violently. It could be seen that she was thoroughly scared by this little fellow's words.

Hearing her cough, Mo Yan Jue turned his face to the side and stared coldly at her flushed and embarrassed face. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he somehow agreed, spitting out a word in a strange tone: "Okay!"

….

A soft bed.

Mo Yan slept on the left side and Mu Qiqi slept on the right side. It was fortunate that there was a small star between the two of them, otherwise, Mu Qiqi would have wanted to die.

While the little guy was arguing about letting Little Xing tell the story, Mu Qiqi braced herself and leaned to the side. Out of the corner of her eyes, she inadvertently glanced at the man beside Little Xing.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep. His handsome face was no longer as tense as before, and his entire body was exuding a mature charm that caused others to unconsciously be attracted to him …