The Noble Lord Is So Fierce: Greeting Kiss, My Sweet Wife

"You let go! You hurt me!"

Tong Jiumo said painfully.

Why is this man so rude!

She took her hand to wash cold water, and the water flowed on the wound, causing her to tremble with pain.

Mo Qijue held her wrist and pulled her out of the kitchen.

He sat on the sofa with her body, took out the household medicine box from the coffee table, and treated her wounds.

Tong Jiumo watched him seriously deal with the wound, her heart missed a beat.

But soon, she shook her head, frowned and said, "Mr. Mo, I can do it myself."

"Don't move!" Mo Qijue's voice was cold.

One sentence blocked Tong Jiumo

Tong Jiumo was silent.

The two people were sitting very close, and the air was the scent of Chanel Eau de Toilette on him, which smelled very good.

The tall and tall body, the handsome and explosive appearance, just like a walking hormone.

Close observation made her blush and heartbeat.

This is the first time in five years that she has been so close to a man who has only met three times.

"Staring at me so much, do you want to do something to me?"

Mo Qijue's breath was the faint natural scent on her body, which made his breath tighten like magic.

The two fragrances are entwined with each other, and an ambiguous atmosphere emerges spontaneously.

He controlled the urge to kiss her.

He had never had such a strong urge to kiss a woman.

Even if it was Mu Wanqing, who was given the status of fiancée, he had never done anything to go beyond.

Only this woman in front of me.

Six years ago, Mu Wanqing sank to the bottom of the sea for her.

The cruise ship Shenhai died naturally because of irresistibility, and it is illegal to kill her to vent her anger.

Then, he used another way to punish her.

Every night, he used the most primitive way to punish her.

Even if I learned that she was pregnant, I never thought about letting her go.

Unexpectedly, she was hiding for seven or eight months. He didn't find her until she gave birth.

When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor held her baby to him and told him that Tong Jiumo died of dystocia.

He was surprised for a few seconds, but he quickly returned to normal and left the hospital with the baby in his arms.

Unexpectedly, this woman actually faked death and escaped to England alone to give birth to a child!

"If you are handsome, you can speculate about other people's minds? What's more, which one of your eyes sees that I have something for you?"

Tong Jiumo said annoyedly.

Mo Qijue pursed his lips, looked at the anger dyed between her eyebrows, put a band-aid on her finger, and said faintly, "I have made dinner, and I will let you take you away."

"I'm going to make dinner if I'm injured?" Tong Jiumo raised an eyebrow.

Is this man a big pig's hoof?

Don’t you know what Lianxiangxiyu is?

She hurt her hands, so he actually wanted her to work with her injuries?

"Why, have any opinions?" Mo Qijue's slender figure stood up and cast a cold glance at her.

She was trembling all over by his icy gaze, "A work injury?"

"..." Mo Qijue paused.

How could someone bargain with him?

When he was furious, Tong Jiumo obediently got up and went into the kitchen.

Band-aids are waterproof.

After she finished dinner, when she brought all four dishes and one soup to the restaurant, she found no one on the first floor.

She heard the sound of conversation coming upstairs, talking about work in pure English.

Tong Jiumo checked the time, took out a post-it note from his bag, left a note and pasted it at the dining table.

Then left the Mocheng Manor Villa.