Chapter 642: "If my spine is broken, how can you be held accountable to me?"

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Wen Yan was hugged by him. He did not expect that she screamed lowly, scaring the man's neck in a conditioned reflex, "Mo Shichen!"
Mo Shichen took her to the bathroom, looked down at her, smiled, and spit out three words, "Wash together."
She opened her eyes and struggled to come down.
"If you don't think it hurts to fall down on the carpet like this, you'll just make a noise."
"..."
"Dare you try me!"
Compared with her, the man's mood is like a smooth mood, without any fluctuations. "Dare," he looked at her anger and raised an eyebrow, "but I won't let you down."
Mo Shichen took her to the bathroom before putting her down. The woman's feet fell to the ground. He clamped her waist with one hand and pressed the woman into his arms. The other closed the bathroom door.
Then dragged her to the shower, and flipped the switch with one hand.
The warm water spurted straight from the top like rain.
The man's movement was too fast, and Wen Ye was caught off guard and screamed again.
Her hair and clothes were quickly wet with water. Of course, Mo Shichen was not spared. The short hair of the two was quickly wet with water, and her eyes flowed into her eyes. The water and the sizzling hot air rising quickly were blurred.
Wen Yan was embarrassed and his clothes were stuck on her body. She was annoyed and kicked him towards the man. Unfortunately, although the kick was regarded as a kick, the attack power was too low to be ignored.
What's worse is that she kicked this kick with anger and anxiety. The result may be that the floor was slippery. When she kicked out, her other foot didn't stand firmly, and her body tilted to the side without any warning.
Mo Shichen's face finally changed slightly, and he reached out to help her, but it was still a step too late, so he fell off his head or which part of the upper body would directly hit the bathtub. He couldn't help it. Hold her decisively and quickly and turn over.
The two fell into a bathtub that had been filled with two-thirds of the hot water--
It was before Wen Ying came in that he put in water and went back to the bedroom to get his clothes.
With a bang, the water splashed heavily and spilled onto the floor.
Wen Yan heard the man's extremely sullen hum, and she was held by him during the fall, and she fell on him after falling down.
At this moment, it was Mo Shichen who was embarrassed.
Wen Ling scrambled up from his body after he calmed down, and his body was soaked.
She held her hand on the edge of the white porcelain bathtub and looked at the man sitting in the water. He stiffened his body, and his face was no longer idle and careless as usual, squinting his eyes slightly, as if he was patient.
The sound of the sound she heard after falling down was disturbed, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
The man did not respond to her.
She reached out and knocked on his kneecap. "Mo Shichen, are you okay?"
There was a small moan in his throat, and he slowly opened his eyes. "Wen Ming," he raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "If my spine hurts, how can you be responsible for me? "
Wen Yan, "..."
Although this man's recent rogue style is very likely to be acting, but the sound just made her hear it, plus ... how to save her just now, otherwise it was her Already.
Thinking of it that way, she felt a little embarrassed at the moment, reaching out to him, "You come out first, I'll pull you."
He glanced at her hand and looked at her again. The speed of speech was still slow without any change, and there was a little bit of difficulty. "I can't get up."
She voiced a little bit, "Mo Shichen, don't pretend to be me."
"It hurts." He soaked his thighs and waists in the water. He lifted his hands soaked in water and put on her soft hands. He took a breath and said, "Ma'am, I'm not so good Let you fall, at least break the skin, nourish it. If my spine hurts ... you can stay alive for fifty years. "
Wen Yan, "..."
She glanced down at him and said faintly, "Even if your spinal injury becomes wasteful, it can still be used there, but you really can only be caught by a woman forever."
Mo Shichen, "..."
He was about to speak, and Wen Ye said with a smile again, "But ah, I do n’t have any opinions on occasionally calling me the master, but if you ca n’t move forever ... you can take me to your marriage funeral, but I don't guarantee that I won't go out and steal. "
Mo Shichen, "..."
He stared at her with unclear eyes for a while, "Ma'am, don't say I'm your husband, how did you treat your benefactor?"
She held his hand and tried to pull him up, but how could a man's weight pull up a man's weight, "Hurry up for me, believe me kick you?"
"Why don't you believe me, you haven't played?"
Wen Yan didn't want to talk nonsense with him, he pulled him hard, but I didn't know if it was true or false. Instead of pulling him up, he heard a gentle gasp.
She frowned and looked. She didn't seem to pretend. She was a little panicked at the moment and said, "I'll go down and ask you to lift you."
After waiting for his response, he hurried outside the bathroom door.
Mo Shichen looked at the back of her wet hair and said in a bad tone, "Are you ready to run like this?"
She paused at the door and hadn't realized what he meant until she looked back at him and looked down at him, looking down at herself.
The clothes were affixed to the body, the curves were exposed, and because of the pulling just now, the neckline was down, exposing a little curve.
But it's not serious, after all, she's wearing a sweater, not a shirt like chiffon or silk.
He held his hand in the bathtub, and said lightly, "You can call a bodyguard, and call a private doctor by the way ... change your clothes and go, don't worry for a few minutes."
Wen Ye didn't answer his words, turned around and left, only to think that he still suspected that the man was acting in a serious way. Now he basically has no doubts. He didn't listen to his words and changed his clothes intentionally. I ran out of the bathroom and went downstairs.
When her footsteps disappeared, Mo Shichen squeezed her brows with a headache, holding the bathtub with one hand, holding back the pain caused by the bones on her back, and slowly got up from the bathtub.
When I finally got up, Wen Ye wasn't there, and Jun Mei's face didn't need to hide anything anymore, her brows were tight, her face also showed slight whitening signs, but it was not so obvious under bright light.
The short black hair had been wet before, and the dripping water drops dropped the beads of the thread, along the bridge of the nose, and then dropped from the chin along the contour.