He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Qiao Wangshu nodded.

When practicing martial arts, one has to stretch his muscles. Before each session, Wen Zhu would help Qiao Wangshu stretch. After the session, they would stretch again. Wen Zhu was the type who had a smile on his face but showed no mercy with his hands.

Qiao Wangshu thought, since the big devil was so fierce when teaching, he should be better when stretching.

At least the application of medicine is very gentle.

result……

She was wrong again!

There is no such thing as stretching without pain.

Mo Beichen had already restrained his strength, but there was a huge disparity in physical strength and power between men and women.

Even though Mo Beichen tried to control his strength, his attack was still heavier than Wen Zhu's.

As soon as it started, Qiao Wangshu cried out in pain: "Ah...be gentle!"

This voice.

Mo Beixiao, who rarely went home at this time, was shocked.

Since Yu Nanxi's poisoning incident, Mo Beixiao has been semi-missing. He goes home almost every night, but he rarely runs into Mo Beichen and Qiao Wangshu. At 10 or 11 in the morning, when Mo Beichen has already gone to work and Qiao Wangshu has gone to the martial arts arena, he gets up, eats and goes out. At one or two in the evening, when Mo Beichen and Qiao Wangshu are asleep, he gets home.

I suddenly came back in broad daylight today.

Because the things he ordered from abroad arrived.

Chu Yunshen’s birthday is in a few days.

Considering the brotherhood between him and Chu Yunshen that has lasted for more than 20 years, he must give a generous gift.

He was worried that the servants would be clumsy and break his things, so he came back in person to sign for them and put them away. Unexpectedly, he ran into two people in broad daylight...

In the bedroom.

Mo Beichen was still stretching Qiao Wangshu.

Qiao Wangshu screamed miserably: "Ah, ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, be gentler..."

Mo Beixiao's neck and ears were completely red.

broad daylight.

A bright world.

During the day...that thing!

These two people...

The door wasn't even closed!

shameless!

In the bedroom.

Qiao Wangshu couldn't stand it anymore and protested, "Ahhh, stop, stop, I can't take it anymore..."

Mo Beichen let go of her legs and held her in his arms: "Are you crying?"

Qiao Wangshu was in so much pain that he shed tears. His voice was so weak that he said, "It hurts so much."

Mo Beichen pinched her chin and kissed her on the lips: "Will this be better?"

Qiao Wangshu blinked.

Be nice.

This guy actually uses kissing to coax her?

The apprenticeship is over! The apprenticeship is over!

This is too provocative!

Her little expression at this moment is so cute.

Mo Beichen felt as if his heart was hit hard. He held her cheek and leaned over to kiss her.

……

A room full of ambiguity.

"Oh!"

The door slammed loudly.

The two of them were so shocked that they looked outside at the same time.

The sound was extremely loud. There was no window open in the bedroom and there was almost no wind in the corridor. It must not have been the wind that was causing the noise. Someone must have deliberately closed the door.

So loud.

It is obvious that he is filled with great resentment!

The servants would not easily go up to the areas above the second floor except for regular cleaning.

So there is only one possibility...

Mo Beixiao!

Thinking of something, Qiao Wangshu's face suddenly turned red and hot, and he looked at Mo Beichen awkwardly: "Did the fourth brother misunderstand something?"

Mo Beichen held her face and kissed her again: "You are my fiancée."

What this means is, what does it matter if he misunderstood?

Qiao Wangshu's face turned even redder: "It's not good in broad daylight."

Mo Beichen's ears were also blood red.

His Shushu is so cute.

He held her little face in his hands and kissed her tenderly.

……

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

October 11th of the lunar calendar.

November 11th in the Gregorian calendar.

Monday.

It’s Chu Yunshen’s birthday, and he plans to have a small gathering with his brothers after get off work.

There are not many people in their small circle, just a few.

Chu Yunshen is a humorous person who pays attention to his image and is very romantic. He is a natural romanticist. He once said that even if it is the end of the world, between roses and bread, he will still choose roses without hesitation.

As the only heir of the Chu family, there are too many people who want to curry favor with him.

He and Mo Beixiao have been friends for many years, but there are not many people who can truly call him a brother.

The number of close friends is never important.

In the past, Qiao Wangshu never went to such gatherings.

Mo Beichen always remembered what she said and wanted to enter his life and his world completely. It was not that he had not mentioned taking her to meet his friends before, but she refused. This time, he tentatively mentioned it, and she agreed immediately.

Willow branches on the moon.

The sunset at dusk fills the sky with rosy clouds.

Mo Beichen and Qiao Wangshu went directly from the consortium to the agreed club.

The two sat in the back seat, and the black Maybach shuttled through the neon lights of the city.

Mo Beixiao has become even more elusive since he heard that kind of sound coming from Qiao Wangshu's bedroom in broad daylight a few days ago. He left the Mo family at ten o'clock this morning and went to the club under his name. Chu Yunshen had an appointment here tonight, so he might as well just wait.

Chu Yunshen was the first to arrive.

The waiter took him to the sixth floor, to a private room that had been reserved in advance.

The eldest son of the Chu family still looks like an elite. A crisp suit, a well-knitted slicked-back hair, shiny leather shoes, and a valuable watch. Because it was his birthday, he wore a dark red tie today. With the dark blue suit, he looked low-key yet a bit ostentatious. He had a pair of very beautiful eyes, with double lobes, which gave him a kind of elegant and charming feeling. Every move he made was like that of a rich young man.

Today is his 25th birthday, and as his best friend, Mo Beixiao specially asked the club manager to make the private room more festive.

The result is……

Neither foreign nor local.

Big red balloons, pink ribbons, a champagne tower, a one-meter-tall cake that stood out, and even a big red, eye-catching banner hanging high up...

Chu Yunshen brought two bottles of treasured red wine with him, pushed the door open, and his mouth twitched.

What the hell is Mo Beixiao doing?

Mo Beixiao was also very upset!

Straight male aesthetics is killing people!

He held a bottle of champagne in his hand and pulled the corner of his mouth awkwardly towards Chu Yunshen: "I asked them to decorate and make it festive, not to do it like this. It was all good intentions, you... just make do with it."

Chu Yunshen looked disgusted!

Is it too late for him to leave now?

Not long after.

Another man arrived.

On weekdays, he obviously came directly from the company. He wore a dark grey suit, a white shirt, and a dark tie. From head to toe, he was clean and gentle. He was the most handsome one in this small circle, with extremely delicate facial features. He had a pair of passionate peach blossom eyes, which made him look a little softer even though he was ruthless. He had thick and long eyelashes, and was slightly nearsighted, about 100 degrees. He usually didn't wear glasses, but perhaps because of his nearsightedness, his pupils were slightly out of focus, and his peach blossom eyes looked quite melancholy. He had an indifferent and distant temperament, and a kind of inhuman mystery and coldness.

This person is Li Tingchuan, the head of the Li family.

His life experience can be summarized in one sentence: his father died, his mother ran away, and he was raised by his grandparents.

Don't talk much.

I have severe mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder!

He walked in, and it was not difficult to detect a hint of disgust on his indifferent and handsome face.

This style...

Joyful and neither foreign nor rustic.

It really looks like a style that middle-aged and elderly people would like, and is often used in occasions such as the engagement of younger generations in the family.

A good birthday party turned out like this...

Who arranged it?