Chapter 4: Obviously Still Angry with Her

Mo Jingshen's eyes were shocked and he avoided it.

Ji Nuan didn't know where the courage came from, so he stood on tiptoe and sent his lips up again, persistently pulling on the collar of his shirt, refusing to let go, let alone let go.

Mo Jingshen pushed her away slightly rudely, and scolded: "Ji Nuan, do you know what you are doing!"

"I know! I'm very awake!" Ji Nuan approached him reluctantly, looking at him with clear eyes: "Mo Jingshen, I will live with you in the company tonight, or go home together, you choose!"

The night can hide many things, but it can't hide the firmness in Ji Nuan's eyes.

Mo Jingshen stared at her for a while.

Ji Nuan looked back at him without fear.

In the end, Mo Jingshen didn't answer her either, but the action of suddenly putting his coat over her was his most direct answer.

Seeing this silent action, Ji Nuan's eyes warmed slightly.

Even though he was still angry with her, he couldn't help being nice to her.

I really hate my once wolf-hearted and dog-lung!

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On the way back to the imperial garden, Ji Nuan sat in Mo Jingshen's car, playing with the seat belt in front of him with her white fingers.

She rolled her eyes from time to time, and quietly glanced at the man who was indifferent and quiet while driving. The street lights and neon lights outside the car came in through the car window, and his sparse eyebrows were hidden under the gorgeous night.

Thinking of what he has done in the past, with the strong background of Mo Jingshen's family and everything he owns, he can leave her at home and go out to play with some female stars or women in various celebrity circles anytime and anywhere. .

But he never seemed to take a second look at those women.

She suddenly spoke to break the silence in the car: "The drivers of the Mo family don't seem to show up. You usually drive back by yourself?"

"Occasionally."

"You didn't sleep much last night, and you work another day today, aren't you tired?"

Mo Jingshen heard the words and glanced at her.

That look seemed to say: Wasn't it thanks to her that I didn't sleep last night?

When Ji Nuan was stared at by his peculiar eyes, don't start, and his ears are a little hot: "I mean, don't neglect your health because of work, you should go home after get off work and go home when you need to rest... …”

Before she could finish her words, suddenly, an overloaded large truck came galloping from the intersection in front, and did not slow down when turning, as if the brakes were out of control, rushing in this direction—

"Be careful!"

Ji Nuan hurriedly made a sound, Mo Jingshen had already quickly turned the front of the car one step ahead, avoiding the rushing truck, and the harsh braking sound followed—

Ji Nuan had been holding on to the seat belt before, causing her body to lose protection for a while. She rushed forward fiercely and bumped her head forward, causing her to let out an "ah" moment in pain.

"It hurts?" Mo Jingshen immediately reached out and carefully checked her slightly red forehead.

"Hey...don't touch it!" Ji Nuan's whole little face wrinkled in pain, and pushed the hand that touched his head down.

Mo Jingshen forcibly held her down, raised his hand to touch the back of her head, and seriously forced her to turn her head completely.

Seeing that the bump on her head was not light, it soon became red and swollen, and her eyes were even red with pain.

His brows wrinkled slightly: "It hit hard? It hurts? Are you dizzy?"

"It hurts..." Ji Nuan said softly.

In fact, it was just a bump. At most tomorrow, it will be swollen. She didn't want to be too affectionate, but she suddenly caught the distress and concern in his eyes, and subconsciously wanted to be affectionate.

The concern from Mo Jingshen, this long-awaited sense of belonging.

It's nice to be close to her and still feel sorry for her husband.

"Send you to the hospital." Mo Jingshen pushed her to sit firmly and helped her fasten her seat belt again.

Ji Nuan was horrified when she heard the hospital.

He pressed his head with his hands and said, "It's not that serious. It's so late, so don't bother the doctor."

Mo Jingshen didn't give her a chance to refuse, and warned her not to move with his eyes.

"I'm really fine..."

There was a city hospital nearby, and Mo Jingshen ignored her whispered protest and sent her directly to the consultation room.

It wasn't until Ji Nuan's forehead was given medicine, and the doctor confirmed that her injury would only be red and swollen for a few days, and there was no slight concussion, and he was finally willing to take her home.

Just after returning to the Imperial Garden, Sister Chen saw the obvious "horn" on Ji Nuan's forehead, ran over with a fuss, and helped her to the sofa as if she was weak.

"Miss Ji, what's the matter? Does it hurt?"

Ji Nuan smiled: "It's okay, just touch it, it will be fine in two days."

"Oh, why is it swollen like this? Have you seen the doctor?"

"I've seen it."

Sister Chen nodded and suddenly regained her senses. Only then did she realize that Ji Nuan seemed to have come back with Mr. Mo just now?

Ji Nuan also raised her head to look at Mo Jingshen, and after seeing him explain a few words to another servant in front of the door, she walked inside without looking at her again.

"Sister Chen, you can still call me Mrs. Mo, or Mrs. Younger, it's fine." Ji Nuan said suddenly while Mo Jingshen hadn't gone far.

Sister Chen was stunned at first, but immediately put on a happy expression: "Hey! Madam! Madam Mo!"

It seems that Miss Ji has figured it out and finally wants to live a good life with Mr. Mo!

And they just came back together!

Sister-in-law Chen happily went to prepare a late-night snack. Ji Nuan glanced at the time, stood up and said, "You guys go to rest, and I'll make the late-night snack."

"Ah? Madam...?" Sister Chen looked at her in surprise.

How could a young lady like Ji Nuan be able to cook?

She used to be unable to stand the smell of soot in the kitchen.

"I have a wound on my head, what are you going to do for a late night snack? Go back to your room and go to bed early!" Mo Jingshen finally walked back.

Ji Nuan didn't answer, and only said to Sister Chen and the other servants, "It's very late, let's go and rest."

Sister Chen wanted to speak, but seeing Mr. Mo coming, she immediately closed her mouth, nodded and left the hall.

"You shouldn't have eaten at night. It's already this time. Cooking noodles is the easiest. Just wait for me." She looked at Mo Jingshen and turned to go to the kitchen.

Mo Jingshen held her wrist the moment she passed by, stared at her for a moment, made sure she wasn't joking, and asked in a low voice, "Are you?"

The corners of Ji Nuan's mouth rose.

She is still very confident in her current cooking skills, but she didn't deliberately praise Haikou: "I'm not sure if it's delicious, but I'm sure I'll be familiar with it."

Mo Jingshen glanced at the injury on her head that was not serious, although she did not intend to let her enter the kitchen, it could be seen that she was in high spirits, but she did not dissuade her rare interest.

He let go of her hand, and Ji Nuan only felt that the temperature of his palm remained on his thin white wrist.

Clean, warm, pressed against her skin, with an inexplicable sense of security.