Contract CEO: Peeping at his cute wife and being attacked

Back at the villa, Mo Shi threw the woman in his arms onto the sofa.

An Xiaoyi was like a wax gourd on the roof, bounced on the sofa a few times, and rolled directly to the ground. Fortunately, the carpet was relatively thick, otherwise her old waist would definitely be broken.

"Hey, do you want to be so rude? I'm a cute little girl?"

An Xiaoyi almost scared his soul out, so he knew that he couldn't expect this man to be tender and silent.

The man raised his eyebrows. If she was cute, there would be no hags in the world. He said coldly, "Are you awake?"

"Of course I'm awake!" An Xiaoyi sat up with the sofa propped up, "After being thrown like this by you, the dead will be scared to death by you."

"Just wake up." Mo Shi said, turned around and walked upstairs, unbuttoning his shirt while walking: "Go to cook!"

what!

An Xiaoyi couldn't believe his ears, and asked angrily, "Are you so unsympathetic? I just cried so badly, and you still want me to cook and enslave me? What's the difference between you and Huang Shiren?"

Mo Shi paused, without turning around: "I didn't let you live on the street."

The implication is that this is benevolent enough and sympathetic enough.

An Xiaoyi looked down and saw the woman reflected on the glass coffee table, with disheveled hair, crumpled clothes, and appalling facial features, she was no different from a stray cat living on the street.

It's no wonder this man has that kind of tone of grace, but... But she doesn't ask for shelter, she just wants to be free.

Standing up, looking up at the second floor, the man had already reached the door of the master bedroom, An Xiaoyi hurriedly said: "You can let me go, let me go outside to fend for myself, and when I die later, I will give you a message , and you don’t need to make a move.”

The man didn't care about her nonsense at all, and said in a commanding tone: "10 minutes, I want to eat!"

bump!

Close the door!

You you you... your sister!

An Xiaoyi really felt that she had suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck. She had shed so many tears just now when she met this guy who didn't like oil and salt, it was all in vain.

She let out a bad breath angrily. She really wanted to be tough and stop cooking, but her stomach also growled.

An Xiaoyi can wrong others, but he must not wrong himself, so he resigned to his fate and went to the kitchen.

Mo Shi saw the decadent back of the little woman through the crack of the door, even he didn't realize it, a rare smile appeared on his face.

Unbuttoning his shirt, looking at the mottled tear stains through the light, the man's pretty eyebrows frowned.

Women are so troublesome!

Was his brain convulsed just now?

Actually allowing a woman to approach?

She was also allowed to wipe her tears and snot in her arms!

Mo Shi felt that he was also drunk.

Soaking comfortably in the big bathtub, Mo Shi closed his eyes tiredly. Competing with this woman was more tiring than working continuously for ten days.

In fact, no matter whether her nonsense is true or not, it has nothing to do with him, and he will not really have sympathy for a strange woman's tears.

Useless things like sympathy were cut off with a knife when he was in his teens.

To let her live in, I have to find a reason.

That's probably because they have one thing in common, that is, their mothers met jerk husbands and gave up their lives in the end.

and so……

He has no mother, she has no mother, a child without a mother...

How difficult it is to grow up well.

Anyway, this house is too quiet and cold, so it's like raising a cat or a dog to relieve boredom.

Mo Shi relaxed every muscle and nerve, and drowsiness slowly came over...

Suddenly, a sharp alarm sounded downstairs.