Chapter 102 The villain from the previous world is reborn
Li Mingming was frightened by Mo Wei’s fierce look, and he hid behind Mrs. Li.
Mrs. Li was furious. She shouted at Mo Yan: "What do you want to do?"
Mo Yan ignored Mrs. Li's roar and stared at Li Mingming with his dark eyes. : "Is it her?"
Li Mingming nodded timidly: "Yeah"
Mo Yan sneered, his voice so sinister it made people tremble.
"You..."
Mo Yan tightened his lips and left the Li house expressionlessly.
Mo Yan slowly opened the door, his eyes dark.
Nan Jia stared at the TV and said, "Are you back? Hurry up and unlock the handcuffs for me."
Mo Yan silently walked to Nan Jia's side and pushed Nan Jia onto the bed.
Nan Jia was a little surprised: "Huh? What for?"
Mo Yan held down Nan Jia's fair left wrist. He leaned over and picked up the chain on the bedside, and then handcuffed it to Nan Jia. on the wrist.
Nan Jia finally realized that Mo Yan's expression was abnormal. He was very depressed, like dark clouds before a storm: "What's wrong with you?"
Mo Yan stared at Nanjia, whose hands were tied and looking at him helplessly, raised his red lips and his eyes shone with a strangely coquettish light.
Nanjia's heart skipped a beat, and her brain began to work at high speed. She didn't commit any crime today.
Mo Yan's slender fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
Mo Yan's posture...
Nan Jia stepped back, the chain swinging and making a crisp sound.
She leaned her back against the head of the bed, trying to comfort Mo Yan: "Well, calm down first. Can you tell me what happened first?"
Mo Yan threw his shirt aside, grabbed Nan Jia's waist with both hands, and pulled her down.
In a blink of an eye, Nan Jia was brought under Mo Yan.
Nan Jia put his hands on Mo Yan's chest and widened his eyes: "Wait a minute, even if you die, you have to die, right?"
Mo Yan slowly lifted Nan Jia's breasts His pajamas were pushed aside, and his voice was eerie, without any trace of it. Feelings: "Nanjia, you want to call the police? Let the police arrest me?
Nanjia, are you out of your mind? You are a gangster, you are not a person in this world. Don't you think you are the one? The one who will be investigated?”
"Besides, do you think they will arrest me?"
"Huh?" The rising tail tone contained Mo Yan's overwhelming anger.
The two of them were getting along more and more harmoniously these days, but they didn't expect that behind her meekness and cooperation, there was such a sharp knife.
She is so cruel.
Mo Yan’s eyes were extremely sinister, and the ends of his eyes were red.
Nan Jia was stunned by Mo Yan's scolding: "I didn't call the police, don't talk nonsense."
Mo Yan didn't want to hear Nan Jia's words, he lowered his head and kissed Nan Jia to shut her up. .
Nan Jia turned her head to get away from Mo Yan and explained to him, but Mo Yan held Nan Jia down hard to prevent her from moving.
Her avoidance completely broke the rational chord in Mo Yan's heart.
Is she so disgusted now that she doesn’t want to touch her?
Mo Yan's eyes were bloodshot and his eyeballs were covered with red bloodshot eyes.
He will not let Nan Jia off easily today!
Nanjia felt groggy the next day. She stretched out her hand and knocked on her head, but she still felt uncomfortable.
She glanced at the traces on her arm with her peripheral vision. Her eyes darkened and her eyelids drooped.
She is wronged! He was severely punished without making any mistakes.
Then it changed from one hand being tied by a chain to both hands being tied by chains.
Nan Jia lifted the thin quilt on his body to cover his head.
Irritated!
Mo Yan went upstairs with lunch and looked at Nanjia who had buried himself. He shouted with a cold face: "Nanjia, get up and eat."
The quilt was motionless
Mo Yan put the dinner plate on the table in the bedroom, then walked to the bed and leaned over to pull Nan Jia's quilt. "It's time to eat"
Even though Nanjia pulled the quilt hard, the quilt was still easily lifted.
Nan Jia’s cheeks were suppressed and turned a little red.
Nan Jia glared at Mo Yan fiercely, with accusations in her eyes.
Mo Yan untied the handcuffs on Nan Jia's left hand. As if he couldn't see Nan Jia's indignation, he said calmly, "Eat."
Nanjia was lying on the bed with no intention of getting out of bed to eat.
Mo Yan was sitting on a stool, facing Nan Jia who was acting irritated and uncooperative, he said quietly: "Do you like to stay in bed?"
Nan Jia narrowed his eyes. Threat yourself!
Mo Yan withdrew his gaze and nodded: "As long as you like it"
Nan Jia got scared immediately. She didn't want to stay in bed anymore!
“Give me a hand, my back hurts.”
Mo Yan stood up and walked to the bedside, helping Nan Jia up.
Nanjia moved forward step by step, as slow as a snail.
Nan Jia sat on the stool, picked up the chopsticks, and ate every bite.
Mo Yan looked at Nan Jia who was struggling to eat as if he was taking poison, and he asked: "Don't like it?"
"Can't eat it." Nan Jia didn't want to eat very much, and her head was still a little dizzy.
"Then you're hungry, I'm asking them to cook it for you."
"Yeah"
Nanjia leaned on the stool, feeling groggy, she closed her eyes Prepare your eyes slowly.
Mo Yan suddenly felt something was wrong. Her cheeks were still red, and her uncomfortable look didn't seem to be fake.
Mo Yan quickly stood up and walked to Nan Jia's side. He put his hand on Nan Jia's forehead. Her forehead was warm.
Mo Yan said gently: "Nan Nan, you go and lie down on the bed first, and I'll get you a thermometer."
Nan Jia raised her eyelids slightly and looked at Mo Yan. Mo Yan looked worried, and the coldness in his eyes was replaced by tenderness.
He changes his face very quickly!
Hey, the title has changed from the cold and hard Nanjia to the gentle Nannan so quickly?
Nan Jia felt happy and started to tease Mo Yan.
"I must be sick because you went too far last night! It's all your fault."
Mo Yan didn't refute, he actually thought so too.
Recognized? Nanjia became even more arrogant. She raised her hand as if a master was instructing a servant: "Help me go to bed, I can't get up."
"Yeah" Mo Yan helped Nan Jia to the bed and covered her with a quilt.
Mo Yan hurriedly ran downstairs to look for the medical kit.
Mo Yan took out a temperature measuring gun and put it against Nan Jia's forehead.
"38 degrees, Nannan, you have a fever."
Mo Yan looked at the numbers on the display and felt a little panicked.
Nan Jia was lying on the bed. She said sickly: "Find me an antipyretic medicine. I'll take it and sleep and it should be fine."
Mo Yan took out the antipyretic medicine from the medicine box. He handed it to Nanjia, but he was still a little worried: "Can I just take the medicine?"
Nanjia took the pills and heard Mo Yan murmured. She snorted coldly, raised her eyelids and said disdainfully: "Will you let me out?"
Mo Yan lowered his head and remained silent, tightening his fingertips.
He...
Nan Jia was too lazy to pay attention to Mo Yan's low mood. Who is not a baby? Who doesn’t have a temper?
Just be angry with him and make him feel uncomfortable.
Nan Jia closed her eyes and rushed away: "I want to take a nap, don't bother me."
Mo Yan lowered his head and murmured softly: "I...I don't bother you. ”
Mo Yan sat next to Nan Jia, cautiously not daring to make any noise.
He stared closely at the sleeping Nanjia, reaching out to touch her forehead from time to time.
Mo Yan seems to feel a little guilty?
Nanjia is gearing up, is he feeling guilty? Then you can be bold!
(End of this chapter)