Pampered and arrogant: black-bellied husband please calm down

Chapter 149 I Don't Like You

"Mo Jinqian, you..."

Chen Jing, who was originally shivering in Mo Jinqian's arms, raised her head angrily after hearing what he said, and stared at him angrily, wanting to refute him, but suddenly, she didn't know how to refute him something.

What is a woman with the same figure as Wangzai Xiaomantou? Her bust is 38B, so she is not Wangzai Xiaomantou.

Is it possible that she should tell Mo Jinqian these things in front of him?

Chen Jing's face turned red with anger, and when the light from the incandescent lamp installed on the top of the elevator slowly shone on Chen Jing's face, it made her face a little redder than before, scorching like fire.

She wanted to get angry but didn't dare to get angry, she could only swallow the words in a funny way, which made the corners of Mo Jinqian's lips curl up.

He twitched the corners of his lips, and added with a smile: "You are a good friend of Mrs. Lu, and you can be regarded as my friend. You were injured in my hotel. As the host, I have no reason to ignore you. I have a room on the top floor. The presidential suite is fully equipped, I will take you up there and rub some medicinal wine for you to relieve the pain."

Hearing his eloquent words, Chen Jing's heart hanging in mid-air also fell to the ground. She closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it's because she thinks too much.

But it's not her fault, a lonely man and a widow, Mo Jinqian carried her to the private room of the hotel, anyone would think wildly, okay?

Mo Jinqian did not ignore her small act of relief, he shook his head with a smile, and the second the elevator door opened, he walked helplessly towards the southernmost presidential suite with Chen Jing in his arms.

When approaching, Mo Jinqian stretched out his middle finger and pressed on the display panel of the fingerprint lock. After a few seconds, only a "click..." was heard.

Then the tightly closed door opened a gap.

Mo Jinqian kicked open the door, walked in with Chen Jing in his arms, and reached out to touch the switch on the wall. In the next second, the dark room immediately became bright.

Different from the decoration style of previous hotels, this presidential suite is completely decorated according to the standard of home decoration.

Very classic American style, adding a lot of trendy and simple items to set off each other, simple, without losing the charm.

Seeing a few pairs of men's leather shoes crumbling here and there on the wooden floor, as well as the messy men's shirts and colorful ties thrown on the back of the dark green leather solid wood sofa not far away, Chen Jing frowned, "You often live here ?"

Sloppy, not ordinary sloppy.

No one could have imagined that Mo Jinqian, who is usually well-dressed and aloof, and known as the golden bachelor of Pengcheng, would be so sloppy behind his back.

"It's not often, except for being on duty in the hospital for surgery, I live here most of the time."

Mo Jinqian closed the door with his hands, and answered Chen Jing inadvertently. He put the briefcase on the low solid wood cabinet on the left, and walked towards the dark green leather sofa in the center of the living room with Chen Jing in his arms.

"Live here most of the time? Don't you go home?" Chen Jing was a little surprised that he really lived here, and asked aloud almost the moment he finished speaking. I live with my parents at home, and I should have my own apartment or villa outside. How could I choose to live in a hotel? No matter how well-furnished the presidential suite is, it is not a home, and it does not have the warmth that a home should have.

"Go home?" Thinking of that cold and heartless home, Mo Jinqian twitched the corners of his lips, smiled bitterly, and did not answer this question.

He carefully placed Chen Jing on the sofa, picked up a pillow beside her and put it behind her head, and said softly, "Lie here for a while and rest, I'll go to the study and get the first-aid kit. You work on your ankle, otherwise it should be swollen tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)