Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

When I got back to the apartment, the girl was already asleep.

Mo Chen came to the door of the guest room and looked at the quietly closed bedroom door. His calm eyes paused slightly, as if hesitating about something. After a while, his slender fingers slowly grasped the door handle.

With a gentle push, the tightly closed door opened a crack.

The room was quiet, with only the girl's extremely subtle, smooth and even breathing sound.

Fell asleep.

She even forgot to lock the bedroom door. Was she simply not on guard against others, or was she just that confident in him?

He held the door handle and was silent for a few seconds.

Finally, he closed the door gently.

I went back to the living room and put the mobile phone I bought on the coffee table.

In the room, Lan Qian slowly opened her eyes and couldn't help but let out a smile on her beautiful lips. Only when she realized that Mo Chen had returned to the bedroom next to her did she close her eyes again.

the other side.

After the bar party, Jiang Haojing sent Ning Xinhan back to school and then returned to the Jiang family. He thought of the man named Mo Chen whom he met at the door of the bar, frowned, and instructed Jiang Song beside him:

"Check Mo Chen's identity."

"Ok."

Jiang Song nodded slightly.

"Have you found K?"

"Not yet." Jiang Song's eyes flashed with impatience, but there was no disrespect in his words. "K's whereabouts have always been a mystery. No one knows, and we can't contact him."

"Keep looking."

Jiang Haojing frowned, looking serious.

"We must recruit him to our side."

Now, more than just their side wants to recruit the number one killer K. No matter what, they cannot let him go to the hostile forces.

"Yes."

Jiang Song lowered his eyebrows.

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Lan Qian woke up the next day and saw the cell phone on the coffee table.

"Take a look. Do you like it?"

Mo Chen got up earlier than her and had already prepared breakfast for them. He came to the coffee table, bent down slightly and handed her the phone.

Lan Qian took it and her delicate eyebrows curved.

“I like it…”

She smiled softly, her beautiful eyes moved slightly, and suddenly she took a step forward towards him, standing on tiptoes and giving the man a light kiss on the face.

The kiss fell as soon as it touched.

The girl's eyes sparkled.

"Thank you... This is a thank you gift for you."

The unexpected kiss made the man's body suddenly stiffen, and he didn't react until the girl finished saying those words and left.

But if you look closely, those tea-brown eyes seem to be brighter.

The white earlobes seemed to be slightly red.

While eating breakfast, Mo Chen had already returned to his usual calm appearance, as if the sudden kiss just now had never happened. But when she was almost done eating, Lan Qian heard the man's calm words.

"From now on...you can't give thank-you gifts like you just did."

"Ok?"

Lan Qian looked up at him, seeming a little puzzled.

Looking at those clear eyes, Mo Chen felt for a moment that his thoughts were impure. He was silent for a few seconds, and his tone was still calm: "Have you ever thanked others like that before?"

Lan Qian seemed to think about it.

"What if there is?"

Deng!

It seemed to be the sound made by the dinner knife and the dinner plate accidentally touching each other.

The man's hand clenched the table knife calmly, and something seemed to flash across his calm eyes. He looked at her very calmly:

"who is it?"

"Well..."

Lan Qian recalled.

He in the first world, he in the second world, and he in the third world, he gave her many gifts in each world, and the thank you gift she wanted to give... was far more than that.

Seeing the girl lowering her head in deep thought, the man's eyes became calmer, and the hand holding the dinner knife couldn't help but hold it tighter.

Finally, the girl raised her head.

The clear eyes seemed to be flashing with smile.

"Only you."

His clenched fingers suddenly relaxed, and Mo Chen felt the depression in his heart dissipate instantly. His heart had never beaten so fast before.

"Yeah," he replied calmly, his expression didn't change much, he just calmly pushed the girl's glass of milk a little closer to her, "Remember to drink milk."

Then he said:

"Don't do that when giving thank you gifts in the future."

"You can't do it either?"

Lan Qian asked.

The man was silent for a few seconds, his tone seemed calm:

"If you like... you can."

"Only I can."

……

After breakfast, Lan Qian wanted him to accompany her to buy clothes.

Mo Chen didn't refuse, he just glanced at her and asked, "Don't you like wearing mine?"

"I can't always wear yours," Lan Qian said, "Besides, I haven't brought any of my clothes. If I live here, I'll definitely need clothes for daily wear."

Makes sense.

More importantly, she said living here...

"Okay, let's go buy it."

Mo Chen couldn't help but touch her head.