Chapter 869 No Matter Who It Is, No One Can Touch Her

"What are you afraid of?" Mo Yesi looked at the panicked girl in his arms, curled his lips and laughed softly, pinched her jaw and bit her lips gently, and said in a low voice, "Will I eat you? I just asked you to call me husband, and you are so scared."

"Mo Yesi..." Qiao Mianmian looked at him pitifully, "I'm so tired, I want to rest early tonight."

So, don't torment her!

Her small body can't stand his torment for the time being.

The man laughed softly again, amused by her pitiful appearance, and felt funny in his heart: "I didn't say what I was going to do, or are you hinting at me to do something? In fact, I am also very tired after flying around all day, and I also want to rest early. But baby, if you really want it, I can..."

"No, I don't want to."

Qiao Mianmian immediately reached out to cover his mouth: "Since I am tired and you are tired, let's rest early. You quickly ask someone to send something up, I'll take a shower first."

"Take a shower?" Mo Yesi raised his eyebrows, and his hot lips touched her palm, "Do you want to join me? I'll help you rub your back..."

"...I'll wash it myself!"

"Hmm? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!"

"Okay." The man seemed to feel a little regretful and sighed softly, "If you change your mind, you can call me at any time."

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Qiao Mianmian came out of the shower and saw Mo Yesi standing by the floor-to-ceiling window answering the phone.

His figure was tall and straight, and he was wearing a black nightgown. Standing by the French window, his figure was very attractive.

Qiao Mianmian walked over lightly.

As soon as she walked behind him, she heard him say a name in an extremely cold voice: "Shen Rou? You should ask her what she did. I don't know what happened between her and Lao Si. You asked the wrong person."

"Friendship? It's because of the friendship over the years that I didn't pursue it. Otherwise, do you think this matter will just end like this?"

"No matter who it is, you can't touch her. I'll leave it here today. Even if it's you, if you dare to hit on her, I will turn my face against you. Yan San, if you are pleading for her, then you don't need to say anything more. I can't forgive her."

"Because she made an unforgivable mistake. Opportunity? I gave her a chance, but she didn't take it seriously."

"Okay, I don't want to listen anymore. If you plead for her again in the future, don't call me."

Mo Yesi hung up the phone.

He turned around with a gloomy face, and when he saw Qiao Mianmian, who had just finished bathing, standing behind him, the frost on his face seemed to melt instantly, and his eyes also showed warmth.

"Have you finished bathing?"

He reached out and gently pulled her to his side, looked at her still wet hair, and took her hand to the bedside: "Wait, I'll get a hair dryer."

After a while, he brought the hair dryer over, adjusted the gear, and stood by the bed to blow Qiao Mianmian's hair.

Qiao Mianmian sat by the bed and let him blow her hair obediently.

She found that since she married Mo Yesi, he had blown her hair when they were together.

At first she would feel uncomfortable.

Now, waiting for him to blow her hair has become a habit.

Her hair is soft, smooth and slippery, and feels like silk in his hands.

Mo Yesi pinched a bunch of her hair between his fingers, and when it was almost dry, he was reluctant to throw it away.

"Mo Yesi, can I ask you a question?" Qiao Mianmian thought about what she had just heard, hesitated for a while, and decided to ask him in person to get things clear.