Girl, don't run! Your wealthy husband wants to seduce you!

hang up the phone.

The man walked out of the room, and a figure came into view.

The woman was seen wearing a long white dress, her curly hair draped casually over her shoulders, her palm-sized cheeks delicate and beautiful, and her clear and bright eyes looking at the ingredients in her hands extremely seriously under her thick curled eyelashes.

Every move reveals elegance and tranquility, shrouded in soft lights. This scene is very warm and beautiful.

It's so beautiful that men can't bear to break it, so they just look at the woman not far away quietly.

He could always feel a touch of sadness in women, which made him feel a little distressed for no reason, and he wanted to hold her in his arms and protect her.

The woman felt a burning gaze, looked up, and saw Mo Qingcheng standing at the door of the room looking at her.

"Sit on the sofa and wait for a while. It still needs some time."

The woman's voice was nice but always a little cold, and the man frowned unconsciously after hearing it.

It wasn't that he minded the tone of the woman's words, he just wanted to know what kind of experiences had created her temperament. He wanted to explore...

"it is good."

The man changed from his usual cold and deep expression, and spoke in a clear and gentle voice.

Mo Qingcheng looked at the entire room. The decoration of the entire room was very simple, not luxurious, and it was very clean. It gave people the same quiet feeling as a woman.

Yes, it was Jing. This woman felt isolated from the world. The only time she felt her emotional changes was when he kissed her last night.

The man was immersed in his own thoughts, and suddenly there was a "hiss..." sound.

Looking back, the woman was holding her icy white and slender index finger in her mouth.

"Cut to it?"

Mo Qingcheng asked eagerly, unable to hide his worry, his feet moved and he walked towards the woman.

He arrived in front of the woman in the blink of an eye.

A rough hand grasped the woman's wrist, and a cool touch instantly came over her, making Mo Qingcheng's body tremble.

He rarely touches women because he doesn't like them. He is disgusted by the touch of other women. Those women who try to get close to him end up with miserable results.

As time went by, the rumors that Mo Qingcheng was not a womanizer were confirmed.

But this woman, and her touch, made his heart fluctuate greatly. He could feel his blood boiling and his heart beating fast.

Jin Wan'er felt the man's warm touch. At this moment, the man looked down at his fingers. Under the short black hair was the man's handsome and cold facial features. He had a dignified temperament and his well-jointed fingers were holding her little hand.

She felt the man's eagerness and concern. At this time, the distance between the two was very close, their breaths were intertwined, and the surrounding temperature was rising.

This feeling was warm but also strange. Jin Wan'er felt very uncomfortable and took a step back.

The voice was cold and said: "It's okay."

It gives people the feeling of being thousands of miles away.

The slender little hand left his palm, and the momentary loss made the man feel a little uncomfortable. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were filled with worry, but he also felt the woman's discomfort.

Then he said gently: "You go and take care of the wound, I will cook it."

Jin Wan'er heard the man's words and looked at him in surprise.

The man received his gaze: "Don't worry, I will do it."

Mo Qingcheng didn't lie. Not only did he know how to cook, he also did it very well.

"Okay," Jin Wan'er said leisurely.

Then he thought of something and asked, "Is your injury okay?"

The man's thin lips unconsciously rose and he said, "It's okay."

Feeling the woman's concern, he was inexplicably happy.

He is really fine. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child and has a good physical foundation. The injury last night was nothing. He has been injured more seriously than this countless times.

He was injured last night and was plotted, otherwise his skills would be more than enough to deal with those people.

Jin Wan'er didn't say anything else, and walked out of the kitchen, found a band-aid and put it on casually, not paying attention to the small wound.

Seeing that the porridge would take a while, she walked to the study, picked up a book, and started reading.

The three walls of the study are filled with bookshelves and the floor is filled with all kinds of books. Jin Wan'er likes to read. She likes to be quiet and alone. When she has nothing to do, she passes the time by reading.

I often lose track of time while reading, and forty minutes pass before I know it.

...

In the kitchen, Mo Qingcheng had already cooked the porridge. When he looked up and didn't see the woman, he walked out of the kitchen to look for her.

Passing by the study, I saw the lights inside were on and the door was ajar.

Gently opening the door, I saw a woman sitting quietly on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with her legs crossed and her body leaning on the back of the sofa. She was holding a book in her hand. Under her eyelashes as long as cicada wings, there was a clear look. The bright eyes turned lazily, and the white and slender fingers turned the pages of the book.

It was getting dark outside the window, bright lights were shining, and the woman's slender body was reflected on the bright glass.

Once again, when a man is lost in such a quiet and warm scene, this woman can always make people feel excited.

Yes, he was tempted.

She was cold and exuded an indelible sadness.

This kind of thing attracts her.

He wanted to hug her and protect her.

So eager.

Will she?

He didn't want to scare her, so he called her gently.

"Food is ready."

A man's voice, as delicate and gentle as the spring breeze, sounded in her ears, and the woman raised her little face that was so beautiful that it made people sigh.

Wei Wei was startled. He had obviously forgotten that there was a man in the house. He often lived alone and was used to the fact that there was no other person in the house except himself.

So when the man's voice sounded, she was stunned for a moment.

Then he thought about it and looked at the man. The corners of his lips curved beautifully at this moment. He raised his thin lips and said, "Okay."

Get up and walk outside.

The woman didn't have much food at home, so Mo Qingcheng simply made a pot of porridge.

The two sat opposite each other, drinking light rice porridge.

The man's posture is lazy, his eyes are stern, and he is extremely noble.

The woman's eyebrows were cold, her face was extremely beautiful, and she was beyond compare.

This scene is really beautiful. From time to time, the man raises his eyes to look at the woman opposite. The woman lowered her head and concentrated on drinking the porridge, not noticing the man's gaze.

The woman had a small appetite and quickly put down the dishes.

Seeing this, the man asked: "Have you finished eating?"

"Um"

The man frowned. She ate too little. No wonder she is so thin. There is no meat on her body. I will make her fat in the future. Only with meat will she look better.

I didn't even notice that I was already thinking about the future.

Men, have you obtained the woman’s consent?

Do I need to ask for the other person’s consent before I start chasing a woman?

Uh-huh, that’s good too!

Dong Dong... Dong Dong...

A sharp knock on the door interrupted the man's thoughts.

He also didn't expect that his wish to protect women would be realized soon.