Hi, My Adorable Sweet Wife

Chapter 1718 Zhan Mo stood by her bed and undressed

"I can eat it myself ..." Ruan Mengmeng's neck narrowed, and he didn't accept Zhan Mo's feeding.

Fortunately, Mr. Winston brought her delicious food every day, and did not make her really hungry for two weeks.

Otherwise, she would surely open her mouth and let Zhan Mo feed.

Ruan Mengmeng's receding gesture was originally just not used to being intimately taken care of by a man who she thought was an 'enemy'.

But falling into the eyes of Zhan Mo has become another meaning.

Her trembling apricot eyes, her pale face, and the stubbornness of her biting lower lip ... all gathered into her fear and resistance.

Looking at such a small woman, Zhan Mo's dark eyes sank.

Her resistance and defense against him was really deep.

In other people, if you are hungry for two weeks, even if you know that the porridge is poisonous, I will probably gobble it up and drink it.

But Ruan Mengmeng ... When facing the temptation of food, even if she was hungry, she just clenched her lower lip and didn't accept his kindness.

Such a large temptation can resist-it seems that in her mind, there is no difference between Zhan Mo, Wang Butler, and Zhou Jiaojiao.

Just thinking about this, there will be a place in my heart that will become more and more empty, and if there is any emotion passing through, I won't be able to catch it.

Zhan Mo's eyes grew deeper, and he said, "Your hand is hurt."

"I said just now that my subordinates are not doing well. Before you are hurt ... I will be responsible." The man said coldly, using this as an excuse.

Ruan Mengmeng looked down at her bandaged left hand, and suddenly felt that Zhan Mo's tone was a little familiar.

Seems like it's been there before.

However, she was not left-handed, her left hand was injured, and she could hold a spoon with her right hand.

But Zhan Mo was unwilling to do what she wanted, and didn't care if she had a right hand available.

After he had said this, he suddenly put down the porcelain bowl held by his left hand.

The man's wide left hand suddenly covered Ruan Mengmeng's small face, and his long fingers pinched her chin.

"... Open your mouth." Zhan Mo's eyes were so deep that there was no room for discussion in the cold eyes.

Ruan Mengmeng's small face was forced to lift up slightly, he pressed hard, and his mouth was pinched away.

The spoon containing the white porridge was put into her mouth.

Ruan Mengmeng, who had a beautiful meal a while ago, was speechless.

After a spoonful of feeding, the cold eyes of Zhanmo added a touch of temperature.

He went to the bowl and scooped a spoonful again, and in the same way painted the gourds to cool slightly, and his big hand reached out to Ruan Mengmeng's face again.

"Wait, wait a minute ... don't pinch my face, I'll eat it myself."

Ruan Mengmeng glanced at Zhan Mo's left thumb and seemed to have stained with some white concealer.

Afraid of the makeup on his face being spotted by Zhan Mo, and dislike the gesture of holding his jaw to feed, Ruan Mengmeng can only surrender.

Seeing the little woman sitting on the bed drumming her cheeks, she ate the food she ate.

For no reason, the mood of war and desert is better than ever.

Ruan Mengmeng barely drank the bowl of saltless and tasteless white porridge while eating enough.

It was hard to wait until the servant brought out the empty dinner plate, and finally he was relieved.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the normal war desert just now, and actually stood by the bed and took off my clothes.

"You ... what do you want to do ... you stop ..." Ruan Mengmeng was so scared that his jaw was about to fall off.

War desert!

He's crazy.

Isn't he really a beast! ?

(End of this chapter)