The spring breeze is not as long as your love

The door was suddenly opened with a "bang".

"Brother! I'm here!"

Mo Jingyan was out of breath, and the scene in front of him was so startled that he could swallow a duck egg in his mouth.

I saw that Mo Chenxiao's hands were tied with a tie, his face flushed faintly, thick sweat trickled down his cheeks that were as handsome as a knife, his chest heaved and his Adam's apple rolled, his appearance simply drove women crazy !

Su Mowan waved the belt in his hand, as if he was about to do something to his brother.

They...they played too much!

His mighty, domineering, decisive and frightening brother actually likes this sentiment? !

"You...you continue...I didn't see anything!" Mo Jingyan's voice trembled, he didn't know whether he was frightened or excited, he turned around in a hurry and closed the door again with a slam.

"Wait..." Su Mowan wanted to call him to stop, but it was too late.

Mo Chenxiao: "..."

Outside the door, as soon as Mo Jingyan turned around, he saw Mrs. Mo bringing bodyguards to arrest him.

"Brat, I knew you were restless!" Old Madam Mo stepped forward and grabbed Mo Jingyan by the ear.

She said why it takes so long for a boy to go to the toilet, so she went to steal the key to "save" her brother!

"Ah, it hurts, grandma, take it easy..." Mo Jingyan yelled in pain, his voice gradually faded away.

Su Mowan hurriedly checked the door lock and found that the old lady had been locked again.

She turned her head and looked at Mo Chenxiao's forbearance. The sweat was dripping from her forehead, and the veins on the back of her hands stood out.

This dose is probably several times the normal dose.

The old lady wants to hit a hit and is sure to win.

Su Mowan knew that taking too much of this medicine had serious side effects, and that the man's long-term congestion could cause serious consequences.

Her clear eyes flickered, and she stepped back to Mo Chenxiao's side.

She knelt down and met his eyes.

"Mo Chenxiao, in front of me, you don't need to force yourself to be invincible. I don't care whether you are downcast or noble. I like all of you. Let me...help you?"

When Mo Chenxiao heard her words, his movements froze, and he looked up at her steadily.

His eyes were not as restrained and deep as usual, wise and clear, but bloodthirsty and cold, possessive and plundering.

The dark and deep pupils are like a boundless burning universe, as if they can burn everything up.

His eyelashes trembled, trying to regain his sanity.

Do you like all of him?

Wouldn't she be scared off if she knew all about him?

"You go!" His voice was hoarse, but he stared at her fair neck uncontrollably, his Adam's apple kept rolling.

Fortunately, he asked her to tie his hands in advance, otherwise he didn't know what he would do to her if she approached so unsuspectingly.

Su Mowan pursed her lips. They are both husband and wife, and they should be the closest relationship.

But there was always an invisible barrier between them.

Forget it, things between men and women still have to go with the flow.

Su Mowan hesitated for a moment, and took out the silver needle.

Although acupuncture cannot replace antidote, it can relieve symptoms and promote toxin discharge.

Mo Chenxiao's consciousness was somewhat blurred at this moment, but he still suppressed himself subconsciously.

Su Mowan found a small bottle of alcohol in the dressing room to disinfect it, and then began to give Mo Chenxiao the injection.

After a few injections, Mo Chenxiao's restless mood obviously eased a little.

Su Mowan sighed to himself: "Old Mrs. Mo is so fond of tossing around at this age, and the family also obeys her. It can be seen that Mr. Mo dotes on his wife very much. Have you inherited Mrs. Mo's doting on his wife?" Gene, spoil me until I'm 80?"

Mo Chenxiao closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep, and he didn't know if he had listened to her words.

Su Mowan pretended to be angry and said, "Hmph, you definitely can't do it. A high-ranking and domineering president like you is used to being served by others. How do you know how to love others?"

Su Mowan continued: "You said you won't touch me after you've been like this, don't you like men?"

Mo Chenxiao's bound fingers moved slightly.

Su Mowan didn't realize it: "Tell me who you like, and I'll kill him. Male rivals are also rivals in love. You can't back down on matters of principle!"

Mo Chenxiao frowned slightly.

Ding dong, Su Mowan's mobile phone received a text message: [Attention all contestants, the National Fashion Contest preliminary competition will officially start tomorrow, please report before ten o'clock that day. For details of the competition rules, please refer to the announcement on the official website. 】

Su Mowan's eyes darkened.

The fashion contest is finally here.

In her previous life, Su Yanran won the national championship with this competition, but she used Su Mowan's design draft.

Su Yanran became famous overnight and became popular in the entire Internet and fashion circles.

Since then, he has entered the upper-class fashion circle and has come into contact with the top design circles and contacts.

Su Yanran took advantage of this opportunity to jointly set up a company with Shen Tianyue, creating Su Yanran's own fashion brand.

They kept exploiting Su Mowan's design talent and asked her to provide them with works continuously.

Almost every work of Su Mowan became a hit at the time, but all of them bear Su Yanran's name.

Su Yanran became famous and became a member of the upper class circle by virtue of her "power".

Even the Su family was highly regarded by others, and everyone in the Su family loved Su Yanran even more and pampered her.

And Su Mowan, the real Miss of the Su family, has become a useless and redundant burden that everyone despises and despises.

Thinking of this, a coldness flashed across Su Mowan's eyes.

She said that what Su Yanran took from her, she would take it back.

After the acupuncture was over, Su Mowan saw that Mo Chenxiao had fallen asleep from exhaustion, so he helped him untie his tie.

She was so tired that she fell asleep.

After a while, Mo Chen woke up, most of his consciousness was already awake.

He slowly raised his eyes, and saw the girl who was deeply asleep on the bed, a soft light flashed in his eyes.

He slid the wheelchair over and gently pulled up the quilt by his feet.

His eyes fell on the rose tattoo on her ankle inadvertently, and he couldn't help but pause, his eyes fixed.

That girl, is that her?

After he was rescued, he was in a coma for a month in the hospital. When he came back, he couldn't find the girl, neither alive nor dead.

According to expert speculation, the chance of the girl surviving is less than one percent.

He tried everything he could, but to no avail after so many years of looking for her.

Based on the scar on the ankle, can you be sure it's her?