Chapter 148
Mo Yanchen took the cotton swab from her hand, took off his coat and put it on her knee. He took the medicine and looked at it. He skillfully applied the medicine for her.
He's quick, accurate and gentle. His eyes were calm, as if he didn't see her face red and swollen.
"Did you fight back?" His voice was quiet, as if he were asking for a common meal.
She was stunned, thinking that he would scold her, and that he would be angry enough to stand out for her, but he didn't, as if he was asking her if she had eaten today.
"Yes, yes." She stammered, but her little hand was uneasy.
It's just, how did he get here?
"If someone bullies you later, remember to fight back. I'll take care of it. " He put the swab aside, took a wet tissue to wipe his hands, and wiped them for her.
"Uncle, you are teaching bad children." She looked at him, especially when he spoke, he was serious, like a teacher teaching children. Is that too rampant?
"Remember you were a child? How dare you run away from home yesterday? Well He said, reaching out to pull her down, pressing his hands on her shoulders and forcing her to look directly at himself.
"How can I run away from home? I'm going to be aboveboard, just for work. " She couldn't help defending herself. She felt that the more she listened to what he said, the more she felt that it was her fault.
He gave her a light glance, but casually said: "there's something wrong with grandma, my aunt called, but it's all dealt with."
Listening to his words, Shen Chengjing didn't react for a moment. She just looked at him and said, "my aunt is not beautiful."
"Poof." She was so amused by him that she burst out laughing.
Who did she think was so familiar? She turned out to be an elder.
"Now, you explain." Mo Yanchen looked at her and wanted to stand up. He held her down and said in a low voice, "how long is madam going to run away from home?"
"I'm still not happy with your performance." She raised her head haughtily, slowly took back her hands, clapped his magic hands open, and stood up.
Mo Yanchen picked up his coat and suddenly looked up at her. Especially when he saw her red and swollen right face, his expression became cold, but he soon collected it.
"Uncle." Shen Chengjing goes to the window and holds his hands there, overlooking the scenery outside.
Mo Yanchen put his coat on her and touched her head: "hmm?"
"I've been rumored."
"I know." His low voice didn't have much emotion.
She looked up at his handsome features, leaned over and looked at him: "aren't you angry? Just in case I'm out there wearing a hat or something. "
"Will you?"
"No She didn't even think about it and blurted out that as long as she was determined by Shen Chengjing, it would be a lifetime.
In fact, Mo Yanchen was not. As long as he trusted, he would not allow any suspicion.
"I believe it." His voice is sonorous and powerful, his tone is flat, but he has a weak firmness.
She glanced at him, lowered her head and played with her fingers. The coat she was wearing still had his breath. It smelled very good.
"Well, it's a lot of pressure to believe me so much." She sighed, half joking.
Hearing this, Mo Yanchen chuckled, extended his long arm, hugged her petite body in his arms, and put his chin on her head: "there's no need for pressure. I'll support the sky for you."
While he was talking, his eyes floated lightly on her red and swollen face, and his fingertips seemed to caress her lightly unintentionally.
He's quick, accurate and gentle. His eyes were calm, as if he didn't see her face red and swollen.
"Did you fight back?" His voice was quiet, as if he were asking for a common meal.
She was stunned, thinking that he would scold her, and that he would be angry enough to stand out for her, but he didn't, as if he was asking her if she had eaten today.
"Yes, yes." She stammered, but her little hand was uneasy.
It's just, how did he get here?
"If someone bullies you later, remember to fight back. I'll take care of it. " He put the swab aside, took a wet tissue to wipe his hands, and wiped them for her.
"Uncle, you are teaching bad children." She looked at him, especially when he spoke, he was serious, like a teacher teaching children. Is that too rampant?
"Remember you were a child? How dare you run away from home yesterday? Well He said, reaching out to pull her down, pressing his hands on her shoulders and forcing her to look directly at himself.
"How can I run away from home? I'm going to be aboveboard, just for work. " She couldn't help defending herself. She felt that the more she listened to what he said, the more she felt that it was her fault.
He gave her a light glance, but casually said: "there's something wrong with grandma, my aunt called, but it's all dealt with."
Listening to his words, Shen Chengjing didn't react for a moment. She just looked at him and said, "my aunt is not beautiful."
"Poof." She was so amused by him that she burst out laughing.
Who did she think was so familiar? She turned out to be an elder.
"Now, you explain." Mo Yanchen looked at her and wanted to stand up. He held her down and said in a low voice, "how long is madam going to run away from home?"
"I'm still not happy with your performance." She raised her head haughtily, slowly took back her hands, clapped his magic hands open, and stood up.
Mo Yanchen picked up his coat and suddenly looked up at her. Especially when he saw her red and swollen right face, his expression became cold, but he soon collected it.
"Uncle." Shen Chengjing goes to the window and holds his hands there, overlooking the scenery outside.
Mo Yanchen put his coat on her and touched her head: "hmm?"
"I've been rumored."
"I know." His low voice didn't have much emotion.
She looked up at his handsome features, leaned over and looked at him: "aren't you angry? Just in case I'm out there wearing a hat or something. "
"Will you?"
"No She didn't even think about it and blurted out that as long as she was determined by Shen Chengjing, it would be a lifetime.
In fact, Mo Yanchen was not. As long as he trusted, he would not allow any suspicion.
"I believe it." His voice is sonorous and powerful, his tone is flat, but he has a weak firmness.
She glanced at him, lowered her head and played with her fingers. The coat she was wearing still had his breath. It smelled very good.
"Well, it's a lot of pressure to believe me so much." She sighed, half joking.
Hearing this, Mo Yanchen chuckled, extended his long arm, hugged her petite body in his arms, and put his chin on her head: "there's no need for pressure. I'll support the sky for you."
While he was talking, his eyes floated lightly on her red and swollen face, and his fingertips seemed to caress her lightly unintentionally.