A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh’s Cute and Sweet Wife

  Chen Cheng sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking sideways at the door.

   "Uncle how weird today." She thought about it, but couldn't sleep, so she stood up cautiously, opened the door and walked towards the next room.

  Especially tonight, he actually went to take a bath next door. In the past, he used to take a bath in the master bedroom and slept on the same bed with her. Although he did not touch her, he would not avoid her.

  At night, when she helped him get his jacket, he actually avoided her movements.

   "Let me see what secrets you have." She thought, the child's heart flashed, and seeing that the door of his room was not locked, she opened the door and walked in.

  I saw Mo Yanchen sitting on the sofa with his back facing her, with no clothes on his upper body, not knowing what he was doing.

   "Uncle, what are you doing." She walked in and reached out and patted his shoulder.

   "Who let you in?" Hearing her voice, he said coldly, and stretched his hand over his jacket, trying to cover the wound.

  Shen Cheng quietly widened his eyes, watching the moment he turned around, the wound on his arm was still oozing blood!

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

   "Are you injured? How did it happen?" She thought he had some secret, but unexpectedly he was injured, so she stood in the hall and was teased by her.

   "It's okay, minor injuries." He pursed his mouth and said in a deep voice, without a lot of unnatural expressions on his face, as if such things often happen.

  She stretched out her hand to help him pull out, but her hand stopped in the air, with no next action.

   "I'm sorry." She lowered her head and said guiltily.

   "You should go to bed." He didn't mind, but urged her to go back to sleep.

  Shen Chengjing knew that she was poking his wound. When he was in the hall, he was actually holding back the pain and didn't want to be discovered by her. Was she afraid that she was worried?

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

  His body is stiff, does it hurt? It seems that in his life, the word "does it hurt" never appeared, only should, or should not, only bear or not.

   "It doesn't hurt."

   "Why it doesn't hurt, it's all bleeding." With shaking hands, she reached out and took the cotton swab, took his coat away, and looked at his untreated wound.

   "No, don't ask for medicine." She thought for a while, last time she was injured, wiped it several times, and healed in two or three days.

  Thinking of this, she threw the cotton swab aside, ran towards her room with her legs pulled out, and turned it over for a long time before she found the medicine.

  She ran very fast and rushed back. Then, she cleaned up the wound, disinfected and applied medicine for him.

  "Don't move, it may be a little painful." She said, half a while, and did not hear Mo Yanchen's reply.

   "Endure." Shen Chengjing couldn't help frowning, poured out the powder and sprinkled it on his wound.

  Sure enough, after only a few seconds, the blood was still bleeding from the wound.

  She helped him bandage, and after tying another knot, Mo Yanchen suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her closer, holding Shen Chengjing’s cheeks in both hands, and kissing her lips eagerly and domineeringly.

  Shen Chengjing didn’t know what was going on, her eyes widened, looking at his handsome face, those long eyelashes...

   "Hmm." She groaned softly. Yin, her mind was blank, his kiss was too intense and passionate, she couldn't keep up with his rhythm at all, her strength seemed to be taken out of her body.

  Her little hands followed his movements and climbed up to his neck, and the two bodies were close to each other. The hot body temperature of the man seemed to reduce the chill a little bit.