Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

Lan Qian was stunned for a moment.

Men's focus is actually on the name?

"Why don't you speak?"

Seeing Lan Qian stunned, the darkness in Mo Chen's eyes became even darker, but his tone of voice remained calm, as if he was just asking casually.

"You've been staring at him since he showed up."

"you like him?"

The depression in his heart seemed to crawl all over his heart like vines. He stared at her closely, as if as long as she answered in the affirmative, the violence suppressed in his heart would burst out of his body and completely devour her.

"of course not."

Lan Qian sensed an invisible "danger" in the air and quickly shook her head to explain: "I just think those two people are a little weird. How could they like him?"

Seeing the girl's denial that didn't seem fake, the darkness in the man's eyes finally dissipated a little. He gently lifted a strand of hair by the girl's ear and helped her pin it beside her ear. A rare smile appeared on his almost perfect face.

"That's good."

"Those two are dangerous people, Qianqian, don't get close to them."

After saying this, he was slightly stunned.

Then the smile on his face became more genuine.

Shallow...

sounds so good.

Mo Chen's words also made Lan Qian understand that he should know the hero's true identity. At least, he didn't think that the hero's identity was as simple as it seemed.

But what she was really worried about was the young man.

[Host, I have checked. ]

Soon, Xiaotuanzi found the person's information:

[That person is called Jiang Song, and he is Jiang Haojing's capable subordinate. His family has been working for the Jiang family since his grandfather's generation. In ancient times, they were equivalent to Jiang family retainers and were very trusted by the Jiang family.]

"Is that all?"

Lan Qian frowned slightly.

[Other than that... I didn't find anything.]

Xiaotuanzi was also a little puzzled. There didn't seem to be anything unusual about this person's information, but since it had caught the host's attention, it shouldn't be that simple. Was there something it couldn't find?

[Does the host feel anything is wrong? 】

"It's wrong."

Lan Qian recalled the strangeness of that person. Although that person's name and identity belonged to this world, the soul inside him... might have been replaced by another one.

【Do you want to continue checking? 】

"I'm afraid we won't find anything if we check," Lan Qian slowly stroked the fingers of her right hand. The fingers looked empty, but she seemed to be touching something. "From today on, just keep an eye on him."

The soldiers came to stop him.

With her around, no one would be able to hurt Mo Chen.

The car continued to drive.

Mo Chen took her back to his apartment.

Less than a day after leaving, she returned to his residence again. Lan Qian blinked her eyes and looked up at him with a smile in her beautiful eyes: "You keep me here tonight, but will you let me go tomorrow?"

She asked him deliberately to see how he would answer.

But just looking at this sentence, it makes people unable to help but imagine.

It was as if... he was an irresponsible scumbag.

"No," Mo Chen stared at her with his dark brown eyes, his tone lowered and softened, no longer seeming so indifferent, "You can stay here as long as you want."

"But……"

Lan Qian adjusted her skirt with her hands.

"I don't have a change of clothes."

The man paused for a moment.

"You can wear mine."

"But you didn't approve of me dressing like that yesterday."

Lan Qian looked into his eyes. She saw her own shadow in those brown eyes, very clearly. The man's gaze was so focused, as if there was only her in there and it could only accommodate her.

Hearing the girl's words, Mo Chen's eyes moved. He slowly took a step forward, lowered his head slightly and got closer to her. His slender hands vaguely wrapped around her waist, as if he was covering her whole in his arms: "You can wear it in front of me."

Just after saying this, he added:

"You can only wear it in front of me."

"So domineering."

Lan Qian smiled in his arms and poked his waist and abdomen with her hands.

It's so hard and I don't know how many abdominal muscles he has.

She clearly felt the man's body startle for a moment, and then her small hand was gently held by his big hand and brought away from his waist. He responded in a low voice:

"Ah."

But his attention was on the girl's fingertips.

The originally soft and pink fingertips were now several shades redder than the other fingers. Even though she had poked him, it looked as if he had bullied her.

Are girls so delicate?

After that...

He stopped thinking and looked at the girl with clear eyes, as if she could do whatever he wanted. He couldn't help but secretly despise himself.

"Would you like something to drink? I'll get it for you."

In order to hide his thoughts, he seemed to return to his previous calm appearance and came to the refrigerator.

Lan Qian didn't say anything else.

"Just water."

"it is good."

He took the water and carefully helped her unscrew the bottle cap, then went to the room to get the medicine box.

"Your wound should be dressed differently."

Lan Qian then remembered that she was injured.

She obediently let Mo Chen help her change the medicine, and then went to take a bath.

When she came out of the bathroom wearing a shirt like she did last night, the man who said she could only wear it like this in front of him disappeared.

"Mo Chen?"

She called out.

No one answered, but there was a note on the coffee table in the living room with a few powerful words written on it: I'm going out to buy you a mobile phone, I'll be back soon, go to bed early.

There was a hint of smile in Lan Qian's eyes.

It turns out he noticed.

She didn't care whether she had a cell phone or not. She would probably be living with Mo Chen in the future anyway, so she might not need it. But it felt good to have him care about her.

After receiving the note, she returned to her bedroom to rest.

the other side.

In the dimly lit box.

Mo Chen sat nonchalantly inside the box, with dim lights occasionally shining on him, making it difficult to see his appearance. However, no one dared to ignore the calm yet strong sense of oppression from him.

"K, you're late."

Opposite him was an elderly man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies. Behind him stood two burly bodyguards with sharp eyes, always on the lookout for Mo Chen.

"Even if you are the number one killer K, being so late is a bit too much."

The old man spoke with a smile, his tone not harsh.

Mo Chen looked calm, and did not respond to what the old man said, his voice was flat and calm: "I am not interested in what you are talking about."

"Don't be so anxious to reply to me," the old man picked up a cup of tea and took a sip slowly. "Joining us will be beneficial to you. You can think about it carefully. I will wait for your reply in a few days."

"No need."

Mo Chen stood up.

Instantly, the two bodyguards beside the old man immediately took defensive postures.

Seeing this, Mo Chen's eyes did not change at all.

He walked out calmly without even glancing at the two bodyguards, and spoke in a slightly cold voice: "My answer will not change."

When the old man and his bodyguard were the only ones left in the box, he slowly put down his teacup and chuckled softly. His laughter was slow and kind, but it made the two bodyguards behind him feel numb.

"Young man..."