Chapter 422： Fingered her left hand to the bed with a tie (1/2)

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When she was paralyzed in his arms because of breathing difficulties, Mo Shiqian finally let go and released her from her lips and tongue. At that time, Chi Huan's pale face was already full of redness, all in her mouth. Man's taste.

She didn't care about anything else, she rested her left hand on the edge of the bed, panting with her head down.

Until the top of the head rang a **** man with husky, and covered with a thin smile of voice, ”Does it taste good? Or the same, we drink porridge?” Chi Huan was very angry.

The annoyance was not even clear to him or herself.

Fingers clenched the sheets, then suddenly released, and then suddenly raised his head, his hand was just a slap and threw it over—

The applause didn't fall, and the man's cold and soft voice had sounded, ”If you want me to sleep with you in the hospital, you can start--”

Chi Huan's hands froze in midair.

Looking at the handsome face close at hand, his breathing became increasingly rapid and disordered.

Her face was red and her eyes were red.

The raised breast was undulating.

This pair looks pretty good.

”Mo Shiqian, in your current position today, wouldn't bullying a woman be afraid of jokes?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, hooked his lips, the arc was very shallow, but the dragging out meant extra **** and bad, ”In my current status today, even a woman can't bully, what's the point?”

”Bang”.

The insulation box placed on the bed had several layers of different types of breakfast, all swept to the ground by Chi Huan.

The framed sound made a mess.

Mo Shiqian looked at her coldly.

That look can only be said to be calm, but behind the calm is cool.

And this point is as thin as a dense ice needle.

Especially after the ”warm storage” just now.

When reason was broken, the grievances that had long been under the abyss of emotions were finally out of control, a little tossing up, mixed with helpless anger, hovering over her heart, forming an inability Describe the feeling.

Mo Shiqian glanced down and glanced at the woman's fingers that had been whitened, and stretched out her hand to touch her cheek again, a faint laugh, ”Huanhuan, why are you like a child, angry with me? Angry with me, why take out some dead things? Those are your breakfast. What did you do when you broke them? ”

He moved his hand from her cheek to her forehead. ”You can still lose your temper and see that you are more than half sick.”

After speaking, he rang the bell on the bedside, regardless of whether the nurse did it or not, and said quietly, ”Clean the ground and send another white porridge.”

Her voice was weak and hoarse, ”Mo Shiqian!”

The man was indifferent.

He got up, bypassed the mess in that place, and walked to the window again, ”Twenty minutes.”

After the nurse looked at his back, and then looked at the most recent Xinke film, the big beauty Chi Huan, although he didn't know the exact identity of the man, still didn't dare to squeak, and quickly went out to ask someone to come in for cleaning and found another A bowl of white porridge came back.

Chi Huan watched the young nurse come in with porridge, glanced at her on the bed, still came behind the man, the thin voice was obviously softer than usual, and there was a kind of indescribable but obviously slightly shy The sound of the smell, ”Sir ... The porridge you want ... this time is gone in the hospital, so I went out to buy it, it took a while to delay, sorry.”

The girl Huaichun looked like Chi Huan was in her heart.

In fact, she understood that Mo Shiqian was standing there. The height of 1.87 meters and the handsome and handsome skin were enough to speed up the heartbeat of a little girl who was not a worldly person.