Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

On the other side, Lan Leqiao took a long time to accept the information. She sorted out her emotions, observed Fu Yan sitting opposite her, and spoke hesitantly:

"Senior Fu, the person you like can't be..."

She glanced in Lan Qian's direction.

Although it was just a guess, the answer was almost correct. Sure enough, Fu Yan nodded and sighed helplessly.

"It's a pity that she has no interest in me."

Mo Chen protected her very closely, so he didn't have any chance.

Hearing this, Lan Leqiao gritted her teeth secretly, but still looked understanding: "Miss Mo should have someone she likes, but Senior Fu, don't worry. You are so outstanding, you will definitely meet a girl who is both outstanding and likes Senior Fu in the future."

"Thank you for your comfort."

Fu Yan smiled and felt much better.

"You're too polite, Senior Fu."

Lan Leqiao also smiled at the right time, and her eyes secretly glanced in the direction of Lan Qian and Mo Chen on the other side.

Looking at the heir of the Mo family who was mysterious and powerful in the previous life, and whom countless people tried their best to get close to but failed, and who treated Lan Qian with incomparable tenderness and consideration, the jealousy in her heart slowly surfaced.

why?

Why can Lan Qian get these!

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After dinner, Lan Qian and Mo Chen returned to the Mo family. Mo Chen was in the study, handling the affairs of the company and the group, while Lan Qian was reading a book on the sofa next to him, quietly accompanying him.

As the time was getting later, Lan Qian felt a little sleepy.

She looked up at Mo Chen who was still working hard, put down the book in her hand, walked out of the study lightly, went downstairs, and after a while, came up with a glass of milk in her hand.

"Brother, you've been working for hours."

"Have a glass of milk."

Lan Qian walked to his side and brought the warm milk in her hand to his lips. Mo Chen stopped what he was doing, gently held the bottom of the cup with one hand, and took a sip from her hand.

He raised his hand and touched her head, saying gently:

"Are you sleepy?"

They have always had a habit of drinking a glass of warm milk before going to bed every night. In other words, after drinking the milk, they should go to bed. This habit has not changed from childhood to adulthood.

Lan Qian brought up the glass of milk to remind him not to work too hard and that it was time to rest.

"Hmm...a little sleepy."

"Brother, can you please take a rest too?"

Lan Qian knew that Mo Chen would forget the time when he was working. If she didn't keep an eye on him, he would definitely not know when to rest.

She remembered that one time she accidentally fell asleep on the sofa and forgot to remind him, so he didn't go to rest until she woke up at three in the morning and saw him working.

That's when she asked him why he wasn't resting.

What did he say?

"Brother can't sleep without drinking the milk Qianqian brought up."

Since then, she never forgets to take a glass of milk every day.

Lan Qian felt that her brother sometimes did not act like the person in charge of the Mo family at all. Instead, he acted like a child who always depended on her.

"Brother, you should rest."

As usual, she helped him close the open document on the desk and put it away. Tonight's work came to an end and would not continue.

"Okay, brother, listen to Qianqian. Drink this glass of milk and go to rest." Mo Chen took the glass of milk with one hand and put his other hand around the girl's waist, letting her sit in his arms.

After taking another sip, he seemed to pause slightly.

"The milk seems a little different today?"

"no the same?"

Lan Qian looked at the glass of milk in confusion.

"How about a quick sip?"

Mo Chen brought the milk to her lips. Lan Qian took a sip and didn’t feel that the milk today was any different from before.

She looked at Mo Chen in confusion.

"Brother, did you remember it wrongly?"

"I remembered it wrongly, that's impossible."

"How about another sip?"

Lan Qian took another sip, still not feeling anything different, she licked her lips unconsciously.

Mo Chen's eyes were always on the girl, watching her drink the milk in small sips. There was a thin layer of milk stains on her tender and rosy lips, which was then gently licked away.

His eyes deepened silently.

The Adam's apple rolled slowly.

"Brother, this is obviously the same."

After tasting it twice, Lan Qian finally confirmed that today's milk was the same as yesterday's. She said to Mo Chen with some concern: "Brother, is there something wrong with your taste buds? Do you want to ask a doctor to come and take a look..."

"Brother, try again."

Mo Chen didn't wait for her to finish and took another sip.

Lan Qian still looked at him worriedly.

Fortunately, this time the elder brother finally felt normal: "It's the same as yesterday. It seems that my brother was wrong just now."

……

In the hazy night.

The big bed in the room offers a different view.

The girl, wearing a snow-white sling, was lying on his bed. She took out a glass of milk from somewhere, took a sip, and looked at him with her beautiful, clear eyes without any impurities.

"Brother, it's the same."

"Is it……"

He heard his voice was a little hoarse.

"Let brother have a taste."

The milk seemed to be spilled onto the bed, but no one cared. He trapped the girl on the bed, under his body. His big hands easily restrained the girl's slightly struggling hands and slowly approached.

Finally, he tasted those tempting lips.

"Qianqian... so sweet."

"Brother, what are you going to do?"

The girl struggled and seemed a little scared.

But he ignored her struggle and fear. He held her hands with one hand and slowly reached up to her snow-white shoulders with the other hand, touched the thin strap, and then... gently pulled it.

The fragile sling broke with a sound.

The beautiful girl lay helplessly beneath him...

……

In the early morning, Mo Chen woke up from his dream with a gloomy look in his eyes.

This is not the first time.

The scenes in his dreams became more and more frequent, and he could hardly control himself.

But not yet.

hold on……