Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

In the evening, Mo Yan took Jiang Qing back to the house in the city center and for the first time asked Jiang Qing if she wanted to sleep with him.

The atmosphere between the two of them was not actually very ambiguous, because Jiang Qing always looked cold and aloof.

But you can't fake a smile.

Jiang Qing suddenly thought of the time in her second year of high school when, in order for Mo Yan to have a good sleep, she pulled Mo Yan to sleep with her.

She mentioned it and asked, "Did you like me at that time?"

Mo Yan put his arm around her slender waist and raised his eyebrows.

"Since the second time I saw you in my dream, I have fallen in love with you, my dear."

"You were very young then, right?"

He leaned his head against Jiang Qing's head, but didn't use much strength.

"I've been waiting for you to grow up, and everything I've done since then has been for you."

"To get you."

He smiled elegantly and lazily, but his slightly upturned peach blossom eyes were filled with a strong possessiveness.

Jiang Qing couldn't quite remember what happened afterwards, but at least when she woke up at noon she just felt pain all over her body.

Mo Yan was like a long-awaited blessing. Having just tasted the sweetness at the age of 30, he could still coax her gently at first, but when it came to the third time, he started to get ruthless.

Let Jiang Qing call his name over and over again until his voice became hoarse and he couldn't even moan.

The curtains in the room were still tightly closed. Jiang Qing sat up, his mind still confused.

There was a cup of warm water on the bedside table, and she picked it up and took two sips.

At this time, Mo Yan came in happily carrying a medicine box. Jiang Qing was a little scared when he saw him and moved back.

"woke up?"

Mo Yan just sat closer to her silently, lifted the quilt and touched her legs.

This touch made Jiang Qing tremble.

In a trance, she remembered that last night, Mo Yan's hand, which seemed to be filled with fire, touched the scar on her shoulder.

"Mo Yan."

"Ok?"

"I saw your knee was skinned last night. I'll help you take care of it."

Mo Yan didn't have any romantic thoughts at this moment. He felt guilty in his heart. Jiang Qing's skin was too tender. After kneeling for a few times, he bent down in pain and lay down.

By the time he saw it, his knee was already broken.

He looked focused as he applied the medicine, his movements and breathing were very light, as if he was studying some important contract.

It was only after Xiao Qi reminded Jiang Qing that he remembered that after proposing, he would get a marriage certificate.

Mo Yan's household registration booklet was easy to deal with, as he had already opened his own account, but Jiang Qing's household registration booklet had always been with Jiang's father.

So Jiang Qing went home on purpose on an afternoon when he had no classes, and it happened that Jiang's father was at home that day.

Jiang Qing always speaks sincerely about whatever he thinks.

She skillfully made a cup of tea for Father Jiang, with a warm look on her face.

"Dad, I want to marry Mo Yan."

Father Jiang paused as he was about to drink the tea, and looked at Jiang Qing with eyes that had seen the precipitation of time.

"Qingqing, you know that daddy doesn't really agree with you and...Mo Yan being together."

"Dad is a man who believes in fate, isn't he?"

In fact, they have always seen Mo Yan's love and cherishment for Jiang Qing, but their traditional ideas have made it impossible for them to accept it.

Their original relationship was really ridiculous.

But now such a ridiculous thing is happening to my own daughter.

Looking at Jiang Qing's determined eyes, Jiang's father couldn't even say a word of refusal.

He could only drink the cup of tea slowly and comfort himself in his heart that at least now Mo Yan was no longer a member of the Jiang family on the surface, and he had many ways to deal with those gossipers.

Now that Mo Yan brings Jiang Qing to the banquet, no one dares to speak carelessly.

It's just that he and Old Man Jiang have always been stubborn and often introduce young talents in the circle to Jiang Qing, which makes outsiders think that Mo Yan and Jiang Qing will never achieve a happy ending.

Father Jiang took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "Girls can't be kept when they grow up..."

If he put aside some moral prejudices, Mo Yan could definitely be called a perfect son-in-law. It's a pity that his mind can't really accept such a relationship.

But for the sake of his daughter, he was willing to try to accept Mo Yan.

In the end, Jiang Qing got the household registration book.

It was rainy as spring was about to begin, but the weather was very good on the day we got our marriage certificate, and the sun made us feel warm.

Mo Yan also posted a photo of his marriage certificate on his social media to show off.

Foreign media rushed to report on the incident for a while, but fortunately, Mo Yan rarely appeared in public, so his life was not affected much.

That night, Mo Yan's enthusiasm almost melted Jiang Qing, and his whole body became as soft as a pool of water.

After getting the marriage certificate, Mo Yan no longer allowed her to call him as before, but Jiang Qing couldn't adapt to it at first, and occasionally when they were just intimate, she couldn't help but call him uncle.

What he got in return was an even hotter and more fierce kiss.

Whenever the scorching temperature touched the scar on Jiang Qing's shoulder, she would tremble all over. This healed skin was extremely sensitive.

Every time at this time, Mo Yan would ask Jiang Qing in a low and seductive voice: "Qingqing, do you like me?"

If Jiang Qing answered a little later, he would be ravaged by a violent storm.

Mo Yan just wanted to hear her say "I like it", even a "hmm" in response couldn't satisfy him.

As the seasons change, Jiang Qing and Mo Yan have walked hand in hand for another twenty years.

Mo Yan is already fifty years old at this time, but because of proper maintenance, there is no trace of gray hair. After Jiang Qing graduated, he went to help out in the Jiang family's company, and now he has gained experience step by step and has become like Jiang Yun in the past.

Xiao Qi said happily in Jiang Qing's mind: [Qingqing! Our mission is complete! We can go now.]

"Can I stay here?"

[Of course! Then Qingqing will have to wait until she returns to the realm of the void and falls asleep before she can merge with her missing seven emotions and six desires.]

"It doesn't matter, stay here, at least you can spend the rest of your life with Mo Yan."

Jiang Qing and Mo Yan have been supporting each other for decades, and it can be said that their relationship is even better than that of Jiang's father and mother.

But things did not go as planned. After the mission was completed, for some unknown reason, Jiang Qing's body began to deteriorate even though he was only in his thirties.

Her perception of her body was not obvious, but because of this, she not only felt dizzy occasionally, but also had a series of weak symptoms such as drowsiness.

She didn't know how long it had been, but when she opened her eyes, Mo Yan was sitting next to her, leaning against the head of the bed with a notebook on his lap, handling official business.

Now Mo Yan has semi-retired, and Jiang Qing has not been pregnant in the past twenty years. Finally, Mo Yan chose a child from the Mo family to raise.

The Mo family's industry has been completely controlled by him.

It was already night, so he turned on a light that was not glaring.

"Awake?" He typed the next line of words, then turned his head to look at Jiang Qing with a smile, "I called you for dinner several times but you didn't wake up. Why are you sleeping so groggy?"

Jiang Qing sat up and waited until the dizziness subsided before speaking: "Maybe I'm too tired these days."

"Do you want me to give you a massage?"

After entering middle age, Mo Yan became more mature, with a natural nobility in his every move. Even the wrinkles at the corners of his peach blossom eyes that had increased over the years made him look more charming.

Jiang Qing smiled faintly and shook her head. Her appearance had not changed much in the past few years. She was still cold and pure, as if time had left no trace on her.

She grabbed Mo Yan's free hand and wrapped it in her palm. His hand was almost as big as her two hands.

"Don't stay up late." She realized that it was almost eleven o'clock.

Mo Yan said nothing. He closed his notebook and put it aside. He grabbed Jiang Qing's hand and pulled it towards him. "Eat your dinner first."

Jiang Qing had no choice but to follow him out and watch him bring out the hot food for her.

Jiang Qing felt dizzy not long after eating and wanted to spit out the food she had just swallowed. She tried to hold it back but failed. She hurriedly put down her bowl and chopsticks and rushed into the bathroom to vomit.