Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Mo Yan's physical injuries seemed to recover slowly, so he could only endure it slowly. During this period of time, Jiang Qing was also seriously experiencing college life.

There weren’t many classes in her freshman year, and Jiang Qing had no plans to participate in various school activities. She had no desire to meet new people.

But Grandpa Jiang still asked her to meet some outstanding young people of the same age from time to time, as if he wanted her to "fall in love with someone else".

After letting Mo Yan know, he began to bring Jiang Qing to some banquets and dinners, almost silently announcing their relationship to the world.

Some people would say unpleasant words, and as long as they reached Mo Yan's ears, those people would be severely taught a lesson, whether it was business, physical or mental.

Most people in the circle know about their current relationship.

Of course, this also includes Li Qianxue.

How should I put it? She was indeed shocked when she first heard the news, but she also felt that this was all within her expectations, perhaps because of the bouquet of wisteria that night.

Her eyes were fixed for a long time on the flower arrangements made of wisteria and hydrangea.

And for as long as she looked, Qi Ziyi outside the door also looked at her.

It was so long that he thought Li Qianxue would become an art sculpture from now on, and she moved slightly.

It was rare to see no emotion on Li Qianxue's delicate face. There was regret and sadness on her face. The man she had admired for many years had hardly ever paid attention to her feelings. Maybe she hid them too well, or maybe she was too bad at hiding them. Mo Yan could not respond to such a passionate feeling, so no matter how she pursued him, there would be no result.

But she did feel a little unwilling. Why could Jiang Qing, his niece, do it, but she couldn't?

Li Qianxue lowered her beautiful eyes and looked depressed.

Qi Ziyi did not go in to disturb her again. He didn't think Li Qianxue wanted him to see her current appearance, so he left quietly.

-

Because of Mo Yan's nightmare, Jiang Qing would sometimes secretly go to his house to spend the night. Mo Yan's residence was a flat in the city center. Now that the two of them had made their feelings clear, Mo Yan no longer slept with Jiang Qing as he did before, but prepared a separate room for her.

Jiang Qing didn't think this would help his sleep quality, so she asked Xiao Qi to observe him at night so that she could go there immediately if there was any movement.

That day happened to be Friday. After class, Mo Yan came to pick her up and took her to the company to work overtime. She had dinner at the company before going home.

As winter approaches, the leaves are turning yellow and swaying in the wind. As soon as Mo Yan returns home, he goes into the study to finish the remaining official business. It is already very late, and Jiang Qing sits alone on the carpet in front of the French window, watching the hustle and bustle of traffic and people coming and going downstairs.

"Qingqing..." Mo Yan came out after finishing his work and hugged Jiang Qing from behind.

He likes his current state very much, which is peaceful and simple. He just received a telegram from Smith saying that Mo Yuanshan is seriously ill and may not live long, and asked him to go back and see Mo Yuanshan again.

What is there to see? He lowered his eyelids and followed Jiang Qing's gaze to look at the dim yellow street lights that were always on under the tall building.

In fact, he had never had a hard life. Before he was one year old, his family was in turmoil, he was forced to flee, and he experienced the loss of his mother. He had no memory of it because he was too young. By the time he could remember, he had already been raised by the Jiang family and was well-mannered. When he knew that he was a descendant of the Mo family, there were countless moments when he was grateful that Mo Yuanshan had forgotten him completely.

Mo Yuanshan will never know until his death that he was just a part of Mo Yan's plan to be with Jiang Qing.

Just cherishing the dream of finding a biological son whom he could completely trust with his power was already the best ending for him.

He thought of his adoptive father again. Old Master Jiang had spent his entire life in the business world and had devoted himself to the Jiang family, even helping the side branches whenever he could. In her later years, his wife became fascinated with Buddhism and would stay in a temple a hundred miles away all year round to eat vegetarian food, chant Buddhist scriptures and pray for the Jiang family.

They are both fathers, but the difference is so huge.

That's the difference in human nature.

"Is my uncle still dreaming recently?"

Jiang Qing's soft hand covered the back of his hand.

"Sometimes, I can fall asleep just by thinking of you being by my side."

He took off his elegant appearance in front of Jiang Qing and made no secret of his possessiveness towards her, but he never overstepped the line, indulging himself in restraint and falling into depravity with clarity.

Jiang Qing didn't say anything more and got up to take a shower.

She had some bad premonitions recently, but she couldn't figure out what they were, and even asking Xiao Qi didn't give her any answers.

Just let it go on like this, what is coming will eventually come.

She and Mo Yan were now in a state somewhat like an old married couple. After washing up, they were intimate for a while before parting.

Mo Yan enjoyed this state very much.

It was midnight and Jiang Qing hadn't fallen asleep yet, so when Xiao Qi's voice sounded, she got up and went to Mo Yan's room.

Mo Yan was dreaming again, calling out Jiang Qing's name in a low and painful voice.

She stepped forward and took his hand as usual.

But this time it was a little different. Mo Yan's hands were as cold as ice and big drops of cold sweat fell from his forehead. She reached out her hand, but was suddenly grabbed by the wrist.

The moment he touched Jiang Qing, Mo Yan opened his eyes. His gaze was unfocused and bloodshot. He turned over and pressed Jiang Qing under him.

Jiang Qing reacted quickly, putting his other hand on his chest to block Mo Yan who wanted to get closer.

"Uncle?"

There was a huge disparity in power, and Jiang Qing's strength was no match for his. Her hands were torn apart, and Mo Yan buried his head in her shoulders.

The body was also cold, but the breath he exhaled was scorching hot, and the fragrance of sandalwood overflowed.

Jiang Qing couldn't see his expression, she only heard him say in pain: "Qingqing, why did you forget me?"

The white light that had originally gathered in Jiang Qing's palm dissipated in the moment of shock.

"Qingqing, why did you forget about me?"

Mo Yan moved his head towards Jiang Qing, his peach blossom eyes were full of red, and the light mole on his face also turned dark red, as if it was about to drip tears of blood.

Jiang Qing was stunned. She didn't know why Mo Yan suddenly became like this.

The next second, he bit Jiang Qing's lips fiercely and tore them apart with all his might, as if he wanted to tear Jiang Qing apart and swallow her into his stomach.

Mo Yan had never kissed her like this before. Every kiss was tender and sweet. Even if Jiang Qing didn't respond, he was extremely gentle. He had never been like he was now, like a wild beast.

Jiang Qing wanted to move her hand, but Mo Yan noticed it in a moment. He quickly grabbed her hand and held it tightly above her head to prevent her from moving.

There was a strong wind outside the window, hitting the window and making a shaking sound. It seemed that a rainstorm was coming and the weather was going to change.

Dead leaves fluttered up from the concrete floor, and leaves that were clinging to branches were forced to fall.

"My dear, my dear..."

Mo Yan looked unconscious. Jiang Qing could feel that he had bitten the corner of her mouth, and the rusty smell of blood filled her nostrils.

"Mo Yan, wake up..."

Taking advantage of the moment when Mo Yan stepped back, she made a sound with difficulty.

But it was useless. Mo Yan continued to bite Jiang Qing like a madman, from the lips to the neck, but he seemed to still have some consciousness and did not go down along that line.

Jiang Qing finally found an opportunity to gather spiritual power in his palms and hit the hands that were tightly trapping him. Mo Yan paused, and the pair of hands that were like shackles did not loosen at all.

The spiritual power was useless. Jiang Qing was stunned and Mo Yan bit her neck, causing her to feel pain. She could only tremble and shout softly, "It hurts, Mo Yan."

The person who was called suddenly stopped and groped for Jiang Qing's lips in the dark.

Jiang Qing once again met those scarlet peach eyes. Mo Yan's eyes now had some emotions, full of pain.

"My dear...remember me...remember me..."

The hand that was restraining Jiang Qing loosened and then covered her eyes. Jiang Qing felt her consciousness gradually blurred and she could no longer hear Mo Yan's voice. In the chaos, a drop of hot water like a tear fell on her cheek and she fell into darkness.

-

early morning.

Jiang Qing opened her eyes uncomfortably. She had a severe headache. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Mo Yan in front of her.

Did she sleep with Mo Yan last night?

She tried to recall what happened last night. After she took a shower...a buzzing sound suddenly occurred in her head.

Nothing comes to mind.

Mo Yan still had his eyes closed and hadn't woken up yet. Jiang Qing sat up, staggered to the bedside and opened the curtain covering the window. It was nearly ten o'clock, and the sun was half out, shining somewhat blindingly.

For some reason, Jiang Qing vaguely remembered that the weather seemed not very good last night, and today should not be a sunny day.

"Qingqing?"

Mo Yan woke up and sat up on the bed, a little confused as to why Jiang Qing was in his room.

It was not until Jiang Qing turned around and faced him that the red on her neck made him wake up instantly.

He got out of bed from Jiang Qing's side and walked towards her, brushing his fingers over the marks.

Jiang Qing spoke calmly, as if he wanted to give Mo Yan some reassurance.

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

Mo Yan shook his head. He only remembered that he had entered that familiar nightmare again.

Jiang Qing just asked Xiao Qi, but Xiao Qi didn't know anything either. It just said that it found Mo Yan having a nightmare again last night and woke Jiang Qing up, but it didn't know anything about what happened afterwards.

"My dear, am I..."

"No."

Jiang Qing interrupted Mo Yan and took his hand off her neck to look at it.

No trace.

After Jiang Qing recovered from her headache, she remembered a few fragments. She seemed to have used her spiritual power to hit Mo Yan's hand.

But now there is no trace at all on these slender hands with some thin calluses.

It was as if there was something wrong with Jiang Qing's memory.

Jiang Qing frowned her delicate eyebrows for a rare moment, with a hint of emotion that shouldn't have appeared on her.

Mo Yan smoothed his frown with his other hand.

"Qingqing, I'm sorry."

Although Mo Yan didn't know what happened, no one else could have left these traces on Jiang Qing except him.

Although he wanted to lock Jiang Qing up like a bastard, he never used even the slightest bit of violence against Jiang Qing.

Sometimes he felt that Jiang Qing would occasionally reveal a maturity that did not belong to this age, which often made him panic. He was worried that he would not be able to catch Jiang Qing and then fall into his own judgment. Now seeing Jiang Qing frowning, this feeling came again, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Qing let go of his hand and hugged him gently. Mo Yan could feel Jiang Qing taking a deep breath of his scent, as if looking for some sense of security. He reached out his hand in response.

The familiar feeling of pleasure rose up in his heart again.

At this time, the sun had risen completely and was hanging in the clear blue sky. A few rays of sunlight refracted in through the window and fell on them.