Rich family dotes on daughter-in-law

Helping him to the reclining chair, Huan Huan was still not at ease, "Should I call a doctor? The way you looked just now is very dangerous."

He shook his head.

"Then I'll go and tell Sister Zhong first."

She turned around, but he grabbed her hand with such force that it hurt her wrist.

"no need."

Huan Huan glared at him, "It hurts!"

His red eyes fell on her slender and fair wrist, and he slowly let go, leaving a few distinct fingerprints on it.

Huan Huan blew in distress, and stared at him sadly from time to time, "It's really good intentions that don't get rewarded."

"Why don't you ask?" Mo Jia looked directly at her, those blood-colored eyes, at this moment, seemed to be filled with a trace of emotion that others could not understand, a deep emotion that had been buried by him.

"It is enough to know that you are a human being." Huanhuan said proudly, "How can I say that I am also a quasi-veterinarian. What kind of mutated animal have you never seen?"

Mo Jia frowned when she heard her comparing herself to small animals.

Huan Huan looked at him carefully, and commented very pertinently, "Honestly speaking, you look more handsome like this!" Thinking of something, she snapped her fingers, and her eyes lit up, "By the way, Like a killing pill!"

The same aloofness, the same indifference, and the same invincible handsomeness!

Mo Jia's eyebrows tightened even more, and the look in her eyes added a strange look, "Who is he?"

"Sesshomaru is my most favorite man in this world!" When mentioning Sesshomaru, Huanhuan's eyes are full of peach blossoms, and spring is flooding, "He is strong in martial arts, good and evil, smart in mind, and he is very Dedicated!"

Seeing her happily describing another man, Mo Jia's gaze became much colder, and he turned over, "You are so noisy."

Just as she was talking about the phantasmagoria, she was splashed with cold water from head to toe, she curled her lips, "Tch, you asked him if he was okay?"

Self esteem hurts.

"I am leaving."

"Don't you dare." Mo Jia raised his eyebrows, turned his head, and glanced at her, "I'm not feeling well yet."

Huanhuan was very active, "I'll go find Sister Zhong."

"I told you, you stay." He closed his red eyes, and turned his head to the side, as if it took a lot of effort to say one more word to her.

"It's really not likable!" He cursed bitterly, and Huanhuan sat beside him unwillingly.But as long as she thought of Master Sesshomaru, she couldn't help but look at his silver hair a few more times, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, she touched it with her little hand, pulled a strand and put it between her fingers to play with.

Wow, it's like touching Sesshomaru-sama's hair.

That feeling...

"Touch again, and I'll chop off your hand."

With a cold voice, ice water was poured down again.

"Who, who cares! Ah!"

Huan Huan pulled his hand away and snorted, but he was thinking in his heart, if only he had scissors.

For some reason, seeing Mo Jia like this, instead of feeling afraid, even the previous fear was swept away.So, she was not afraid at all of his bloody threats, she knew that this man was just talking.

Maybe, because he saw his vulnerable side?

Her fingers caressed her lips, which still had the touch from just now, a little numb and tingling.

Without warning, thinking of that instinctive kiss, her heart beat faster...