Leng Shaoba's favorite wife

Chapter 67

Lying on the big bed, she held her breath and listened to the movement behind her, until the sound of water came from the bathroom, her nervous heart was relieved.In the past few nights, she has been sleeping with Su Xiaoxiao and her mother-in-law late. Now that her head touches the pillow, her eyes feel sore immediately, and the drowsiness hits quickly.

Turning over, she tried her best to lie on the outer edge of the bed, deliberately keeping a distance from him.Putting the quilt over her head, she smiled and fell asleep peacefully.

The man came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He was wearing a black nightgown. The room was dimly lit. He walked to the bed, only to see a bulge on the bed. With a slight push, he would definitely be able to push her to the ground.

Lifting the quilt and lying down, Leng Zhuo's frowning eyebrows relaxed, and he stretched out his long arms, naturally hugging her in his arms.After adjusting her position so that he felt comfortable hugging her, the corners of her mouth raised slightly.This throw pillow is so useful!
The slender legs hooked hers, and what they touched was still icy cold. His cold eyes flashed, and his face seemed displeased.Is this woman made of ice?Why is it so cold all year round!
After a good night's sleep, Mo Wan opened her eyes and realized that she had slept soundly.This was the first time she had slept through the night since she came here.

The bright light in the room made her squint her eyes, and she didn't need to turn her head to know that the man had woken up, otherwise the curtains would not have been opened in the room.As long as he got up, he didn't care whether others were still sleeping or not, and opened all the curtains directly.If he was still sleeping, no one else would turn on any light.This man's overbearing and wickedness is simply outrageous!
Lifting the quilt and getting out of bed, Mo Wan ordered to tidy up the mattress. She usually takes care of these details by herself.After tidying up, the door of the bathroom just opened, and the man who came out was refreshed.

Glancing at her, Leng Zhuo went straight to the closet, his fingers lingering on the rows of shirts, his fingertips slid over those clothes, and suddenly stopped on a light blue shirt, which was the one she sewed last night.

With a slight movement of his fingers, he took off the shirt, lifted the gloves on his body, looked down at the button, a dark light flashed across his eyes, and suddenly pulled hard between his fingers, and the button fell off.

"Hey!" Leng Zhuo turned around and called to the person who was about to leave, "What crap did you sew?"

Mo Wan froze for a moment, turned her head and looked over when she heard his voice, and saw a button in his hand, she couldn't help walking quickly, her eyes fixed on his chest.

She sewed on the buttons last night with her own hands, they wouldn't fall off so easily, why did they fall off in a blink of an eye?

"Change for another one!" Mo Wan stared at the button depressedly, curled her lips and said, "This dress, come back and let auntie sew it up!"

"But I'm still waiting to wear it!" The man raised his jaw, the expression on his face unchanged: "You sew it again!"

"Ah?" Mo Wan didn't expect it, she stared at him blankly, speechless.

"Hurry up, you'll be late for work." The man's eyes were calm and his tone serious.

Secretly exhaling, Mo Wan pouted, brought the sewing box, and reluctantly approached him, took the button, and began to mend.

Putting the needle through, she was still wondering, she sewed the button very firmly, how could it come off so easily with him?

With her fingers nimbly shuttled in front of him, her eyes were fixed on the clothes, her palm-sized face had a peaceful expression, her rosy lips were lightly biting, and she inadvertently exuded all kinds of amorous feelings.

Leng Yan stared at her with his head down, his restrained eyes moved, and he stood there with a big prickly face, with a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth.

Even though she lowered her head, Mo Wan could still feel the sharp gaze above her head. With a trembling of her fingers, she almost stuck the needle into her flesh. She calmed down the panic in her heart, and quickly sewed the button up again.

Knotting the white thread, she lowered her head and still bit the thread with her teeth. The moment she lowered her head, her black hair fell, revealing her white nape.

Looking at her coherent and natural movements, Leng Zhuo didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and the deep eyes slowly brightened.

"Okay!" Looking at the sewn button, Mo Wan smiled, stretched out her hand to check carefully, and after confirming that it would not fall off, she slowly straightened her waist.

The moment she raised her head, she met a pair of eyes as deep as ravines. The depth contained in them made her tremble, and she felt a sense of awkwardness for a moment.

Taking a step back, Mo Wan subconsciously distanced herself from him. She lowered her gaze to block his too sharp eyes.

"Good sewing." Seeing that she avoided her, the man didn't get angry. He looked down and rarely praised her.

After getting dressed, the expression on Leng Zhuo's face was as usual, still lukewarm. He tidied up his appearance, left quickly, and drove away from the villa.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared that Mo Wan breathed a sigh of relief. Afterwards, she also walked into the bathroom. After washing, she changed her clothes and was about to visit her brother in the hospital.

Hospital wards are filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.The closed door was pushed open, and the people who walked in walked slowly.

On the hospital bed against the wall, lay an old woman with gray hair. The woman had a pale face and a monitor on her body, which made a "tick" sound from time to time.

He pulled out the chair beside the bed and sat down. The man had a handsome face and piercing black eyes. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the unconscious man, his thin lips pursed.

After a while, he stood up, bent over and lowered his face, staring at the unconscious person with burning eyes, and said darkly: "You should live well, there are still many good shows waiting for you!"

Raising his hand, he tucked the corner of the quilt that had slipped away for her. There was a strange and unpredictable smile on the man's handsome face, and the eerie chill was overwhelming.

Dong Jiarong hurried to the hospital with an insulated bucket. She lowered her head and thought about her thoughts, and walked towards the ward.Suddenly a person passed by, she raised her head subconsciously, but only saw the back of that person.

Her forward steps came to a halt, she turned her head to look at the man who was walking past, and raised her feet to catch up.The man's steps were fast, and it didn't take long for him to pass through the crowd and walk out.

Dong Jiarong hugged the thermos tightly, and ran to find a place with few people, but after all, she was old and her legs were slow. When she chased downstairs, the figure just now had disappeared.

(End of this chapter)