Outright Favoritism - Chapter 1056
Yin Mo sat in He Chen’s arms and felt his vigorous heartbeat. Three seconds later, he began to bow his head to unbutton his shirt.
He Chen squinted his eyes, leaning on the back of the chair behind him, and joking intriguingly: “Baby, this place…isn’t it right?”
Although he is stray, he does n’t know the occasion.
The most promiscuous time was probably… the day when I first met Yin Mo.
He Chen didn’t know why he thought of the alley where Aida Zhou met her, and the jerk he did to her.
If he didn’t fall in love, he would just treat it as an irrelevant affair.
But now… He Chen’s heart is full of obscure, unspeakable self-blame and uncomfortable.
He Chen, who had always played the world, finally began to worry that what he did at that time would make Yin Mo loath him.
He Chen closed his eyes and eagerly stopped Yin Mo’s movements. He asked her dumbly, “Captain Yin, do you know what you are doing?”
Yin Mo frowned, and the palm of his left hand was still pressed against him. He stubbornly asked, “Let me see it.”
“Want to see it?” He Chen’s tone was not serious, and he even squeezed her wrist against his chest, his demeanor was frivolous and turbulent. .
Even so, Yin Mo still stubbornly tugged on his shirt, “Let go.”
He Chen stopped moving, took a deep look at her, and then let go of all the resistance and let her do whatever she wanted.
Yin Mo pursed his lips, for fear that He Chen would regret it, and pulled his neckline, causing the buttons of his shirt to burst one after another.
He Chen rolled his Adam’s apple, his eyes were filled with a flame of desire, and he leaned forward to kiss her, “Baby, the bow didn’t…”
Before the words fell, he noticed something was wrong.
At this time, the four buttons on the front of the man’s shirt were all untied, and the chest under the shirt was clearly structured. Looking down, there were evenly distributed abdominal muscles.
He Chen has a standard wide shoulders and narrow hips, and every inch of his muscles is full of fluid beauty and tension.
In such a beautiful scenery, Yin Mo’s slightly trembling eyes remained unbiased at the top of his left chest.
He Chen followed her gaze, and suddenly tightened the shirt on the left side, “Small injury.”
Yin Mo pushed his hand away, and opened the neckline again to concentrate. Her fingertips touched the bump. Regular scars, with a pale pink color, are a sign that the new wound has healed soon.
“This is a knife wound.” Yin Mo said flatly, touching his fingertips lightly, and frowning, stating: “The tip of the knife penetrated into the flesh, and he twisted it half a turn clockwise, didn’t it?”
He Chen No words, and silence is the default.
The reason Yin Mo ripped his clothes was because his palm accidentally touched this scar.
She touched the obstructive scar, her tone was calm and indifferent, “Is it the hand of the He family?”
“Half and half.” He Chen didn’t hide it, holding her hand wrapped in her palm, “Distressed?”
Yin Mo raised his eyelid. Staring at him, his seemingly calm eyes are covered with imperceptible gloom, “The man who does it, is he dead?”
He Chen sighed, and twisted her face out of the window, “Baby, beautiful scenery, It’s a pity not to look at it.”
Yin Mo slapped his hand away, looked back and pulled at his shirt, “I ask you if he is dead?”
He Chen leaned back heavily, gritted his teeth and said: “Yin Mo, I See you fucking wanting me to die! “
Desperate to death!
Her little hands are soft, touching his chest, really think he is Liu Xiahui?
Yin Mo bit the corner of his mouth, and tried to stand up from his arms, “Then I will check it by myself.”
He Chen reluctantly encircled her waist and coaxed in a calm tone: “Not dead yet, but not far from death, satisfied?”
Yin Mo glanced at him and nodded knowingly, “I’ll help you take revenge.”
He Chen licked her cheek, clasped the back of her head, and kissed him fiercely, “I will be pissed off by you sooner or later.”
Yin Mo’s thoughts were not on the same channel as him at all, and his eyes remained stuck on his chest, staring at the scar with a clean, distracting gaze, without knowing what he was thinking.
He Chen’s breathing became heavier and heavier, and he simply leaned into her ear and whispered in temptation: “If you are so distressed, why don’t you kiss him?”
Yin Mo’s eyes flickered twice, as if thinking about whether to kiss or not.
Then, He Chen took the lead in dispelling this idea, tightening Yin Mo’s waist, and placing her on the next seat.
I can’t kiss anymore, he has already started to hurt underneath.
Five minutes later, the two walked out of the Ferris wheel holding hands.
He Chen’s handsome eyebrows were full of complexity, and he looked at Yin Mo from time to time while walking.
It is hard to imagine that in front of Yin Mo, he was impulsively like an unmanned boy.
Yin Mo’s attraction to him was stronger than he thought.
She didn’t need to do anything, standing upright could arouse He Chen’s most primitive desires.
This is a trait that no woman has.
Not long after, Yin Mo
paused and said quietly, “I’ll go to the bathroom.” He Chen raised his eyebrows and said to the building on the left, “Go, don’t run around.”
Yin Mo smiled at him. Laughing, walked into the bathroom door, took out the mobile phone to call Li Qiao.
At the same time, Li Qiao was still confining in Yanhuang Private Hospital.
Seeing the caller ID, she slid down unhurriedly to answer, “Second sister?”
Yin Mo didn’t have any extra greetings, and started straight to the point: “Qiaoqiao, I remember that you and the old five had developed a special wound healing medicine at the border before, do you still have it?”
” Yes .” Li Qiao squinted, his tone of voice sinking. For a few minutes, “Who is injured?”
Yin Mo licked the corner of his mouth, “Not yet, but I want to keep it for later.”
Li Qiao paused, shaking his head and laughing, “Tomorrow I will let Wei Ang bring you ten bottles. Enough?”
“Should be enough.” Yin Mo thought for a few seconds, “Can that special medicine also eliminate scars?”
Li Qiao said yes.
Yin Mo unconsciously touched the right upper arm themselves, “That …… give me twenty bottles of it.”
Li Qiao: “……”
She does not like to laugh to laugh teasing, “who are you guys how many old wounds?”
Yin Mo said, “It’s not much, he has…”
before she finished speaking, she shut her mouth in annoyance.
Something seems to be exposed.
Li Qiao didn’t ask at all, but with a slight smile in her tone, “It seems that twenty bottles may not be enough. Xia Laowu’s laboratory has recently developed a new type of trauma medicine, and Wei Ang will bring it to you together.”
Yin Mo thanked him and hung up the phone in a hurry.
In the ward, Li Qiao glanced at her mobile phone, tilted her head to look at Shang Yu
who was standing in front of the window, “Second Sister and Brother Chen… progress is quite fast.” The man leaned on the window sill and stood with one hand in his pocket against the light, hooking thin Lips, “Happy to see the result?”
“Of course.” Li Qiao put down the phone, raised her head to face the man, and said with a smile: “Yin Lao Er is worth it.”