Yan Xinxin had just wanted to pull her hand back and walk by herself when she heard a certain icy voice calling out near her ear.
She lifted her gaze, and her vision was instantly filled with the tall, handso figure of Mo Chuxi.
Only, his expression clearly looked quite sour.
Yan Xinxin half-understood the situation, but nonetheless withdrew her hand and took a couple of difficult steps toward Mo Chuxi.
Seeing the way she walked, Mo Chuxi furrowed his sharp brows slightly and hurried forward to et her.
"What happened to your foot?"
"I accidentally twisted it earlier."
Xiao Yize explained.
Mo Chuxi’s expression softened a bit, but suddenly he reached out, wrapped his arm around Yan Xinxin’s waist, and lifted her up.
"Hey..."
Yan Xinxin’s cheeks instantly seed to be dyed the color of a sunset.
She had never imagined that Mo Chuxi would suddenly give her a princess carry!
"Since you’ve twisted it, let’s go to the hospital and get it checked out."
Mo Chuxi spoke in a reasonable tone, glancing up at Xiao Yize.
"The jewelry gala is set for this Saturday. I assu Angel’s Tears is already finished?"
"Yes, it’s in the final stages."
"That’s good."
Mo Chuxi’s sensual lips curled faintly, and he lowered his gaze to the small woman in his arms.
"In that case, there’s no need for you to co to the factory anymore. The future boss’s wife can simply stay in the office."
"..."
Why did it feel like Mo Chuxi’s words carried a hint of jealousy?
Xiao Yize stood in place, watching Mo Chuxi carry Yan Xinxin away. The emptiness and sense of loss in his heart couldn’t be filled even by the setting sun.
Having missed her by a step ans losing her for a lifeti.
Mo Chuxi took Yan Xinxin to a private hospital for a check-up and found out she had torn a ligant in her right ankle—it was quite serious.
On the way back to the apartnt, Mo Chuxi’s expression was tense.
"How did you twist it? And why did you suddenly hang up on and turn off your phone?"
"The phone ran out of battery, so of course it shut off. As for the injury, well, I have to thank you, Young Master Mo."
"?"
Mo Chuxi felt completely innocent in all this.
"This afternoon I visited the factory with my master to check on Angel’s Tears. I felt sleepy and took a nap in the warehouse. Then, as I was drowsily sleeping, your phone call startled , and I fell off the lounge chair."
"Screech—"
Mo Chuxi suddenly slamd on the brakes.
"You fell off the lounge chair?"
"Don’t worry, Young Master Mo. Your daughter is fine."
Hearing this, Mo Chuxi’s gaze flickered.
"The way you say it, it’s like I only care about the little one."
"Isn’t that true?"
"No, it’s not."
Mo Chuxi turned his head back and continued driving, coolly tossing out two words, his face returning to its poker-faced deanor.
"I care more about the big one."
"..."
Yan Xinxin was at a loss for words.
The car stopped in the apartnt’s underground garage.
Mo Chuxi bent down and carried Yan Xinxin out of the car.
Yan Xinxin didn’t shy away or resist, instead wrapping her arms comfortably around his neck and lifting her gaze to look at him.
This perspective—it’s totally the perspective of a wife looking at her husband!
His srizing side profile, straight nose, thin lips, the graceful curve downward toward his alluring Adam’s apple.
So good-looking...
Feeling Yan Xinxin’s gaze, Mo Chuxi suddenly lowered his head, catching Yan Xinxin mid-admiration as she froze like a deer in headlights.
"Does it look good?"
"...It looks good."
Yan Xinxin didn’t deny it.
"Then, do you want a kiss?"
"..."
"Ding!"
The elevator arrived at the top floor.
"We’re here."
Yan Xinxin, her cheeks flushed, changed the subject.
Mo Chuxi’s thin lips curled faintly. Stepping out of the elevator, he bent down at the mont the elevator doors were shutting and kissed Yan Xinxin’s small lips.
"..."
Hey! He’s still holding her in a princess carry!
How did it escalate into a kiss?
"Ding!"
Yan Xinxin heard the sound of the opposite elevator doors opening as well.
"Wow!"
"Oh my!"
"Awwww! Daddy’s kissing Mommy’s lips again!"
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