Chapter 142

Shen Mo Chen sneers, sits on the bed, the evil sycophant looks at her, "you come over, I tell you."

Shuimiaomiao didn't believe that he was so crafty that he would tell her.

However, with the possibility that he didn't take medicine, shuimiaomiao jumped two steps and came to him.

Shen Mochen hooked her finger.

Shuimiaomiao stooped and poked his ear.

Shen Mo Chen stares at her white pure pull face, a clench teeth, one hand embraces her shoulder, turn over, press her on the bed.

He crossed his legs, knees on both sides of her body, holding her, so that she could not move.

Shuimiaomiao watched him take off his clothes. He didn't struggle any more. Anyway, he couldn't get rid of it. It was in vain.

She hasn't had dinner yet.

Shen Yimiao, is this a joke

Shen Mochen:

He had no choice but to smile, reached out, clamped her chin and said, "I'm telling you what is the real commodity."

"If you don't pay attention to the maintenance of daily necessities, they will break down." Shuimiaomiao said, following his words.

Shen Mo Chen couldn't laugh or cry. She bent over and kissed her smart mouth fiercely. Without too long prelude, she bowed her back and forced her forward.

Shuimiaomiao felt pain, twisted his brow and said wrongly, "I mean I'll be bad, really bad. Mr. Shen, be merciful."

Shen Mo Chen looked at her face a little pale, for no reason the heart softened a bit.

"Let's have a look at that nonsense." The words were fierce, but his movements softened and ground slowly.

Shuimiaomiao pursed his lips and did not dare to speak.

Time passes by.

The water is full of water and the mouth is wet and soft. When it is attacked by the outside world, the lubrication of self-protection is like luring the enemy in depth.

It's the abyss, it's the swamp, it's sinking.

Curved, continuous, mysterious.

Hook, uncontrollable impulse.

It's life, it's death, it's war.

Still willing to shoot.

Physical strength versus endurance.

Finally, Shen Mochen really felt that he would die in it, like being led into another air world by whirlpool.

The beauty of the house is blooming.

There was a knock on the door.

Shui Miaomiao half drooped his eyes and didn't want to move any more.

Shen Mochen gets up, helps her to cover the quilt, encircles the bath towel, opens the door.

Chang Kaiwen saw his boss's uneven and superficial scratches at a glance, and asked with concern: "Mr. Shen, can I help you?"

Shen Mochen:

With a strange look on his face, his chin tightened, and he flung the door behind him.

Kevin Chang touched his nose and was confused.

Did he say something wrong?

He just wanted to help Mr. Shen deal with the wound on his arm.

Boss oneself a person, how to deal with wound?

Chang Kaiwen doesn't understand and leaves in dismay.

Shen Mochen goes to shuimiaomiao.

She closed her eyes, long eyelashes like a thin ink fan general, slightly trembling, nose is small and tall, lips are very full, so quietly lying, it is quite lovely.

Shen Mochen sits on the bed, holds her arm, pours some disinfection water on the cotton, rubs the wound on shuimiaomiao's arm.

The disinfection water is cold and stimulates her skin. Shuimiaomiao opens her eyes wearily and looks at Shen Mochen. She says helplessly, "I'm really tired. I don't take you to bully people."

Shen Mo Chen looked at her eyes red, soft voice coax: "arm disinfection, you sleep again."

Shuimiaomiao is really sleepy.

I don't know why. Every time I do it, the strength of her whole body seems to be loose. In addition, she only slept for 4 hours yesterday. Today, she moved, and she has no strength at all. She just closed her eyes.

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