The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

The implication is that they cannot hear their conversation.

With a smile on her lips, Bai Xi just stood there quietly, as if waiting for an answer to the question just now.

The man on the bed was a little irritable, his black hair was a little disheveled behind his head, his whole body was covered with a thick layer of gloom, and even the eyes that looked at her showed some restrained gloom.

"Is there nothing you want to tell me, madam?"

He waited for a long time, and finally he could only hold back such a sentence.

Bai Xiran smiled, put his arms casually on one side of the table, and leaned back slightly, as if it was the most common thing, "There is nothing to say, do I have to ask for it even if I go out now?" Reported to Mr. Mo?"

The man was silent.

There was a hint of potion in the air, but both of them seemed to be used to it, and no one would bring it up.

Suffocating silence.

The two sides are facing each other, like a front-to-back confrontation, each waiting for the other to strike first.

And then strike back.

But even though he knew that he would lose if he spoke first, Mo Junzhe still parted his thin lips, "I heard that your wife is dating another man?"

Bai Xiran took advantage of the situation and sat down, poured himself a glass of water, his movements were clean and neat, without any guilt at all.

There was even a slight smile hidden in his brows and eyes, and he looked straight into his eyes, "You call that a date?"

"Why doesn't it count?"

The man's voice is gentle, but the anger contained in it can be vaguely heard.

Bai Xiran walked over slowly, smiling and looking down, just staring at him, "If you think that counts, then it's fine, my opinion is not important, is it?"

Such a fluttering sentence was spoken, and there was a smile on it.

Mo Junzhe couldn't tell what the point of this sentence was for a while.

Is she dating at all?Or does it matter what she thinks?
The air was stagnant again.

Bai Xiran smiled, without any fluctuations on his small face.

Seeing that the man didn't speak for a long time, he opened his mouth on his own initiative, put his fingers on his injured arm, and exerted a little force, "I can't help it, Mr. Mo can't move now, and he can't control me, can he?"

"you……"

The man choked on the words that came to his lips.

But just looking at that handsome face, one could tell that he was very unhappy right now.

But how could Bai Xiran care about these things.

She just laughed at herself, and moved her finger back easily. At first glance, there was still some light in her eyes, as if she had pressed on his wound inadvertently.

Men suffer from pain.

groaned.

Only then did Bai Xiran retract her fingers contentedly, slightly raised her red lips, and smiled lightly.

While speaking, he stretched out his hand again...

Mo Junzhe was slightly stiff, but he didn't dodge, but stared at her with black eyes, and his tone was full of helplessness, "Madam, stop making trouble."

"It will hurt."

She hung her hands in the air at once, and after a few seconds of silence, a smile flickered in her brows and eyes, "It's fine if it hurts, I thought Mr. Mo has no heart and won't hurt."

Turn around after speaking.

But Mo Junzhe suddenly held her hand and pressed directly on the wound on his body.

Bai Xiran didn't dare to move.

But the man forcefully clasped his wrist as if he wanted her to press it, and forced it onto the wound.

"What are you doing..." Bai Xiran reacted forcefully to prevent him from messing around.

But Mo Junzhe still refused to let go, cold sweat broke out on his painful forehead, and he refused to let go.

The two were at a stalemate, as if they were waiting for who would admit defeat first.