Chapter 1825 Sore Feet
He went to the cloakroom to get his pajamas, and by chance he found a box in the corner. The lid couldn't be sealed. It was full of his clothes, not folded, just stuffed in casually.
He twitched the corners of his mouth and chuckled.
I brought her pajamas to put on. He was not touching the bed, but was hunched over. His shirt and trousers were all wet. He was barefoot and avoided the carpet when walking. The floor was all wet with him. footprints.
“I’m all wet, where did you hide my clothes?”
"Did I hide it?"
Chu was lying there with his face turned to the side. She rested her arms on her arms, her eyes slightly raised, and her eyes swept over his wet body inch by inch, letting her look at him blatantly. He said to his face, "I'm not hiding it, you have to look for it."
Mo Tingshen knew the nature of her urine very well, so he said deliberately: "Then I found it, can you let me wear it?"
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Chu Yao stopped talking.
“Let me wear it, okay.”
Mo Tingshen went directly to get his clothes, then took a shower, and came out wearing the same pajamas. As soon as he walked to the bed, someone kicked her out. He was quick and grabbed her feet.
“What are you doing?”
Chu Yao pointed forward and said, “Just wash the outside and clean it? How can I clean it if it’s dirty inside?”
“It’s not dirty, please check. . ”
Chu moved her neck at the waist, twisting it left and right, and her bones made a slight clicking sound. She placed her chin on the back of her hand, grinding it a little, and then returned to the previous position, but this time she used the corners of her eyes. There was an obvious dislike in his tone as he picked on him.
"No, I won't touch anything that has been used by others. I'm not a rag picker."
Hiss...
This mouth.
Swearing is really cruel.
Mo Ting took a deep breath. Just as he was about to find a place to sit down, Chu's waist kicked in the palm of his hand. "Brother, my feet are sore."
His heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Her face became aggrieved in the blink of an eye, and her eyes were wet, "I have been lifted for too long, and I feel sore."
Mo Tingshen covered it with his other hand and held it up. He sat sideways on her calves, put her legs on his lap, pulled the quilt to cover her, and put his hands into the quilt to rub it.
Just rubbed it twice and it stopped moving.
Chu Yao was dissatisfied, "Why did you stop?"
"Change your name and I'll rub it for you."
"Don't you like it every time I call you brother?"
"That was before, but it's different now. Change it." He didn't even realize it, and his voice became more and more fond.
It’s just that Chu Yao has always been pushy, so she snorted, “Forget it, suddenly I don’t feel sore anymore.”
As he spoke, he took his feet back.
"Oh you..."
Mo Ting held her feet deeply, but he was not willing to let go. The breath that was held in his throat was almost swallowed, and he didn't even dare to do so. He sighed: "Knead, rub it for you, ancestor."
Chu Yao stretched his feet back, but his face was facing inward.
“There was nothing between me and that female star. I was on a business trip for those two days, and she happened to be staying in the same hotel as me. I asked the paparazzi to secretly photograph her and spread rumors. It happened that the project I was working on at that time was very important. I was so busy that I could only close my eyes for two hours every day. I was negligent and let people take advantage of me. When the scandal started to spread, wasn’t it too late for me to withdraw the news?”
Mo Tingshen spoke softly and enunciated every word clearly.
He was taken advantage of by a female star, and he fabricated a love affair with insinuations based on a few shabby photos. Those tricks between women were so convoluted that he, a grown man, found it troublesome to deal with it, so he handed it over to his public relations company. , but after that day, Chu Yao refused to answer his phone calls.
(End of this chapter)