The spring breeze is not as long as your love

Su Mowan's heart tightened when he watched him, and he quickly waved his hands: "I didn't steal your business secrets, and you don't like to talk in your sleep at night. I don't know what you are planning. I just see that land is cheap and think about the future. No matter what, it can go up a bit..."

Mo Chenxiao narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze seemed to be able to shoot right through her.

Originally, he was just saying it casually, but she seemed to be guilty of being so nervous.

But Mo Chenxiao also understood that Su Mowan could not have gotten the news from him, so how did she know?

If she knew it from someone else, then Moshi obviously met a competitor.

If she guessed it herself, how deep did this woman hide?

"Ah!"

I don't know if it was because the breath around Mo Chenxiao was too cold, or the air conditioner in the car was too cold, Su Mowan sneezed.

Mo Chenxiao withdrew his thoughts, and said to the driver, "Turn up the temperature of the air conditioner."

"Yes, sir."

Back home, Su Mowan felt a little guilty, hesitating whether to sleep in Mo Chenxiao's room at night, but finally decided not to go, lest too many words would lead to mistakes, and too many actions would lead to mistakes.

In the evening, after Mo Chenxiao finished his business, he returned to the bedroom from the study, and it was already 11:30.

Su Mowan hadn't come yet.

"Master, the bath water is ready, do you need me to serve you?" Butler Zhong asked.

"No, you can go down." Mo Chenxiao said, but the scene of Su Mowan helping him take a bath appeared in his mind.

It's only been two days, is that woman tired?

He was slightly annoyed, and took a book to pass the time.

However, the text in the book seems to have become boring.

Mo Chenxiao looked at the time again, thinking that it had been a long time, but it turned out that only 2 minutes had passed.

He frowned and glanced at the closed door.

There was no movement outside the door.

That woman might not come.

Mo Chenxiao felt that this situation had been expected, but somehow felt a little lost.

He shouldn't be led emotionally by a woman, not for anything!

Mo Chenxiao directly turned off the lights, as if to prove that he didn't care.

On the other side, Su Mowan was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Obviously she slept alone before, why did she suddenly feel that something was missing?

Su Mo got up late and did yoga on the bed, calming down.

However, Mo Chenxiao's extremely handsome face could not help appearing in his mind, those black pupils were staring straight at her, as if he was questioning her soul: give up on this little difficulty?

Su Mowan shook his head, trying not to let his imagination run wild.

But I was still curious, she suddenly couldn't go to sleep, did Mo Chenxiao react?

Su Mowan thought about it and called Butler Zhong.

"Butler Zhong, is Shao Mo asleep?"

"Young Mistress, you haven't slept so late? The Young Master seems to be asleep. I saw that the light in his room was off."

"Sleep." Su Mowan glanced at the quartz clock on the wall, it was already 12:30, and it was indeed time to sleep.

She felt a little upset, stinky man, why didn't she make a phone call to ask her why she didn't come over tonight?

Could it be that she is so dispensable to him and has no influence at all?

No conscience, even a kitten or puppy should care about it.

Bah, bah, why does she compare herself with kittens and puppies?ah! !

Butler Zhong asked concerned: "Is there something wrong, Young Mistress?"

"Oh, it's okay, I just want to go down and warm up a cup of milk for fear of disturbing Young Master Mo." She made up a nonsense reason.

Butler Zhong: "..."

He really wanted to say that the sound insulation of each room in the villa is very good, and this kind of worry does not exist at all.

Moreover, hot milk can be ordered directly by phone.

Su Mowan also felt that her reason was a bit far-fetched, and said, "It's okay, you can rest."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone in a hurry.

Su Mowan really couldn't sleep, so he might as well go downstairs to warm up the milk.

Mo Chenxiao didn't even feel sleepy in the moonlight.

Suddenly, he heard a small sound.

Although the sound was very small, almost undetectable, but the night was too quiet, he still heard it.

Su Mowan walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a box of fresh milk, poured it into a glass, and heated it in the microwave.

At this time, there was a sound of opening and closing the elevator door.

Su Mowan thought it was Butler Zhong and didn't care.

The microwave "ding" sounded, indicating that the milk was hot.

She took it out and took a sip, the milky fragrance was overflowing.

As soon as he turned around, he suddenly saw Mo Chenxiao appearing at the door of the kitchen. He was startled and almost threw the milk glass over.

"Scared me to death, are you silent when you walk?" Su Mowan patted his chest.

"I didn't walk, I came here with a wheelchair." Mo Chenxiao glanced at her coldly.

"Pfft." Su Mowan shuddered, this cold joke was not funny at all.

"Why are you still up so late?" Su Mowan asked secretly.

"Aren't you asleep too?" Mo Chenxiao raised his eyebrows and asked back.

"I'm going to participate in a fashion design competition soon, I'm so excited that I can't sleep." She said stubbornly.

"I'm about to develop the land in Longgang, and I can't sleep." Mo Chenxiao said leisurely.

He opened the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of red wine, and poured himself a glass gracefully.

I have to say that this man's every move is elegant and dignified, even if he is in a wheelchair, it doesn't affect his charm at all.

Su Mowan glanced at the time, it was 01:30 in the morning.

It's really weird to stay awake in the middle of the night looking for something to drink in the kitchen.

Su Mowan suddenly thought, "How about we play a game?"

Mo Chenxiao gently shook the red wine in the glass, looked up at her: "What game?"

Su Mowan said: "Just ask and answer, no one is allowed to lie, how dare you play?"

A meaningful flash of light flashed in Mo Chenxiao's eyes: "Why not."

"Then let's guess the boxing game. Whoever wins first will ask first." Su Mowan said enthusiastically.

"Okay." He said calmly.

"Come on, rock, paper, scissors! Ah!" Su Mo came out late.

"I won." Mo Chenxiao pulled out the scissors.

"Ask." Su Mowan looked deathly at home.

Mo Chenxiao pondered for a while, and said, "Why did you marry me?"

Su Mowan breathed a sigh of relief, this question is easy to answer: "Because I like you, such a handsome, wealthy, noble, domineering, wise, resourceful, gentle and dedicated man, why don't I marry?"

Mo Chenxiao's face darkened: "The truth?"

No matter how it sounds, it sounds like irony.

In the eyes of the world, he is a worthless, eccentric, violent, paranoid, cruel, crippled young master, perverted devil.

Su Mowan raised his hand and swore: "Every sentence is true, if you lie and get hit by a car when you go out..." Dead.

"Okay, there's no need to swear such a poisonous oath." Mo Chenxiao interrupted her just in time.

Or does this woman dare to swear to deceive him?Or just out of mind.

Most likely it belongs to the latter.

Su Mowan didn't know that Mo Chenxiao was thinking about her like this, so he couldn't wait to say: "It's my turn to ask, then why did you marry me?"