Doting on sweet wife for hundreds of millions of years

It was another sleepless night, seeing Mo Xie sound asleep on the bed, Chu Kexin didn't want to wake him up, and didn't even want him to try to please her again.

The large table is full of drawing papers. The painting brush in Chu Kexin's hand can draw on it regularly at first, but it soon becomes irregular. Even she herself doesn't know what she has drawn. , I only knew that the painting was a mess, and I kneaded it into a ball with my hands and threw it into the almost full wastebasket at my feet.

"Your mind is in turmoil, and you can't create good works like this." Mo Xie's magnetic baritone sounded behind him.

"Don't come here." Chu Ke didn't turn her head back, already aware that this man was getting closer to her.

Sure enough, Mo Yi stopped at the same place, three meters away from her, swaying slightly, looking left and right, as if to see Chu Kexin's face from the side.

"How about this, I'll stand here and let you draw, see if I can calm your mind down?" Mo Yu folded his arms around his chest and waited for her reply.

"Okay." The exit of the word was accompanied by Chu Kexin's turning around. Even though no makeup was applied, her still glamorous face was even more charming under the light.

Mo Xi couldn't help licking his lips, the woman in front of him was his soul, and she always wanted to hold her in his arms and get close to her.

"Are you sure you want to choose this position?" Chu Kexin looked at him coldly.

"Depending on your mood, I'll do whatever pose you ask me to do." Mo Yao looked very excited to be her model.

"Then stand." Chu Kexin's conflicted heart wanted to torture this man again.

As expected, Mo Yao, who was only wearing a pair of shorts, stood there and let her draw.

It's strange that Chu Kexin's heart really calmed down, the hand holding the pen made a rustling sound on the paper, and soon a strong body appeared on the paper.

Seeing that the brush in her hand stopped, Mo Liu thought that the painting was finished, so he leaned over to take a look.

"Hey, why don't you have a head? In your heart, I don't have this image, do I?"

"Yes." Chu Kexin tilted her hand holding the pen, and the pen slipped from her hand, rolling on the table full of papers, Chu Kexin immediately stood up to face him, and approached him step by step.

Mo Yao seemed to be stepping back to cooperate with her, but there was a sly and doting smile on his face.

"You only look tall with this head on your head." Both words and expressions were extremely disgusting.

"It would be ugly without this head, and..." Mo Yi stretched out his hand and grabbed the piece of paper she drew for Chu Kexin to see, "You have to draw my clothes, right? Come on, take a deep breath , let yourself calm down, maybe this set of men's clothing trends is born under your pen." Holding Chu Kexin's shoulders from behind, gently pushed her back to the chair, and put the A piece of paper was placed in front of her, asking her to continue drawing.

Suddenly, Chu Kexin's downcast eyes flashed fiercely, "Without you, I would be very happy." While speaking, the hand holding the pen stabbed at Mo Yao's neck fiercely.

Mo Yao instinctively dodged to the side, and took two steps back to distance himself from it.

Seeing in his heart that he couldn't stab him, Chu Ke hated himself for being incompetent, so he stabbed at his arm with his backhand.

"No." Mo Yao turned pale with shock, and strode forward to stop her.

Blood?Chu Kexin, who didn't feel the pain, looked down and saw the blood flowing from the back of Mo Yu's hand. His hand was holding her arm tightly, and the blood flowed like a stream along the tip of the pen inserted into the flesh. dripping onto her fair legs.

"You?" Chu Kexin's first reaction to this move was to pull out the pen, throw it on the ground quickly, and press his slender hand on his wound.

"I won't let you hurt yourself." Mo Yao said solemnly, looking into her eyes.

"I won't hurt myself, I just hate myself for being too incompetent to be imprisoned by a man I hate." Chu Kexin released her hand from his wound, and opened her bloody hand in front of her eyes. "I haven't done what I want to do."

"If you give up the idea of ​​escaping, I will consider letting you come and go freely."

real?Chu Ke's unbelieving gaze slowly met his calm gaze.

"But... you must be with me." Mo Yu deliberately dragged out a long ending.

An inexplicable smile bloomed on Chu Kexin's peach-like lips. Freedom is too tempting for her. She doesn't want to stay in this cage-like place. She sees only a few people all day long, and besides Except for Mo Yu, no one dared to say a word to her.

"I know what you're thinking?" There was also a smile on Mo Yuying's face, with the kind of confidence that could see everything, "You want to take this opportunity to get rid of me, and then carry out your revenge plan."

In front of this man, there seemed to be no secrets, and those deep pool-like eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the flesh to reach the depths of the heart.

"I like it, as long as you give it to me, I like it." Mo Yi did not hide his affection for her, raised his injured hand to his lips, and gently licked it with the tip of his tongue, as if enjoying Chu Kexin hurt him.

From Chu Kexin's point of view, all of this is just pretending. If he really cared about him, he wouldn't let anyone take away her child.

It was so disgusting, Chu Kexin stood up, grabbed his injured hand, "Let me wash it for you." She deliberately squeezed the wound hard.

Although it was painful, Mo Yao still let her hold her, and followed her out of the room like an obedient child.

Chu Kexin cleaned the wound for him with her own hands, and then asked Mo Yu to fetch the family spare medicine box, and carefully disinfected and bandaged her.

Her slender fingers fiddled with the gauze wrapped around Mo Yu's hand, and the moment the gauze was fixed, a big hand covered her and pressed down on her slender hand.

Without time to think, Chu Kexin walked away without hesitation, walked to the table, picked up the headless drawing paper and tore it lightly, loosened her hands, and the two pieces of paper fell like fallen leaves.

When the morning sun shone into the room, Mo Xie who woke up was surprised to see Chu Ke sitting in front of the dressing table, holding an orange lipstick in his hand.

Chu Kexin loves beauty, even if she doesn't have a chance to go out, she will put on delicate makeup to face every day in the most beautiful state, but she rarely puts on makeup in front of Mo Liu.

"It's a pleasure to watch you make up." Mo Yi walked up behind her barefoot, bent over to look at her in the mirror.

Calmly put the lipstick on the table, looked up at herself in the mirror, this face should be the best gift from God to her.

"I want to go out." He also observed Mo Liu from the mirror.

"Okay, I'll accompany you." Mo Yao deliberately smiled sweetly at her in the mirror, "But wait a minute, I'll go to the company to deal with some things first, and I'll be back soon, anyway, the whole day is yours."

"With a follower like you, I also have a lot of face." Chu Kexin snorted coldly, then turned her face away and stopped looking at him.

Sure enough, Mo Yi came back from the company soon, and drove Chu Kexin out by himself.

"There is a new batch of jewelry from SM, do you want to take a look? Maybe it can stimulate your creative inspiration and design better works."

"Do you want to use money to make me forget what happened in the past?" Chu Kexin looked at him from the side of the co-pilot, "You will only make me despise you more because you are so poor that all you have left is money." A sneer across.

"No, I still have you, and..." Mo Yi almost said that there is still Xiao Mobao, but swallowed the words again, reminding himself that he must give their mother and child a surprise.

"Well, for the sake of being so kind to me." Chu Kexin deliberately emphasized the words, "Go to the vegetable market."

What?Did he hear correctly?Mo Yi never went to the vegetable market, even if he wanted to buy vegetables, he could just go to the supermarket, why bother to go to that dirty vegetable market?