Chapter 120

Shen Cheng sits by the bed and looks out the door.

"How strange uncle is today." She thought about it and couldn't sleep, so she stood up carefully, opened the door and went to the next room.

Especially tonight, he went to the next room to take a bath. In the past, he took a bath in the master bedroom and slept in the same bed with her. Although he didn't touch her, he didn't avoid her.

And in the evening, she helped him with his coat, and he avoided her movements.

"Let me see what secrets you have." She thought, the child's heart suddenly, looking at his door is not locked, then push the door to go in.

I saw Mo Yanchen sitting on the sofa, with his back to her, and his upper body was naked. I didn't know what he was doing.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" She went in and patted him on the shoulder.

"Who let you in?" Hearing her voice, he said in a cold voice, reaching over his coat to cover the wound.

Shen Chengjing stares big eyes and looks at the moment when he turns around. The wound on his arm is still bleeding!

The pillow on her hand fell to the ground, looking at him in disbelief, and her eyes finally fell on his injury.

"Are you hurt? How did that happen? " She thought he had a secret, but she didn't expect that he was hurt and still stood in the hall and was teased by her.

"It's OK, little injury." He pursed his mouth and said in a deep voice. There was not much unnatural look on his face, but it seemed that this kind of thing often happened.

She stretched out her hand to help him increase greatly. Her outstretched hand stopped in the air, and there was no next action.

"I'm sorry." She bowed her head and said with guilt.

"It's time you went to bed." He didn't mind, but urged her to go back to sleep.

Shen Chengjing knew that she had stabbed his wound. When he was in the hall, he had to endure the pain and didn't want to be found by her. Was he afraid that she would worry?

"Does it hurt?" Shen Chengjing squatted down, holding his big palm and asked.

His body is stiff. Does it hurt? It seems that in his life, there has never been the word "pain", only should, or should not, only bear or not.

"No pain."

"It doesn't hurt. It's bleeding." Shaking her hands, she reached for the swab, took his coat away, and looked at the wound he had not yet healed.

"No, Mo Qiu's medicine." She thought about it. Last time she was injured, she wiped it several times, and recovered in two or three days.

Thinking of this, she put aside the cotton swab and ran to her room. After a long time, she found out the medicine.

She ran so fast that she rushed back and cleaned, disinfected and drugged his wound.

"Don't move. It may hurt." She said, half ring, also did not hear Mo Yanchen's reply.

"Bear it." Shen Chengjing frowned and poured out the powder and sprinkled it on his wound.

Sure enough, only a few seconds, still bleeding wound, blood actually did not flow.

She bandaged it up for him and tied a knot again. Mo Yanchen suddenly reached out and pulled her closer, holding Shen Chengjing's cheek in both hands and kissing her lips eagerly and domineeringly.

Shen Chengjing doesn't know what's going on. She stares at his handsome face and his long eyelashes

"Well." She groaned softly. Yin, a blank mind, his kiss is too intense hot, she completely can't keep up with his rhythm, the whole body strength seems to be evacuated.

Her small hand with his action, climbed up his neck, two bodies close together, men's hot body temperature, like to let the chill slightly reduced a few minutes.