Hidden Marriage Secret Love: President Mo’s Love ’til the End

Jiang Mo was so frightened that the shovel in his hand fell directly onto the kitchen counter. Coincidentally, it just hit the plate on it. As a result, there was a crackling sound, and the plate fell to the tiles, shattering into pieces.

Mo Jingtian's face darkened, he rushed into the kitchen and quickly turned off the gas.

Well, it was just an accident! Jiang Mo explained with a guilty conscience.

Mo Jingtian's face turned darker, and anger radiated from his whole body, and he directly hugged her by the waist. Jiang Mo was like an elementary school student who made a mistake, not even daring to say a word. Even with such an intimate contact, he could feel the steady heartbeat, faint The smell of tobacco is not embarrassing.

Although Mo Jingtian's complexion was not good, his movements were very gentle.

After putting Jiang Mo on the sofa, she immediately turned around to get the first aid kit, then squatted on the ground, and carefully helped her treat the wound on her foot that was splashed by debris.

Jiang Mo's skin is very fair, the kind that can be broken by blowing bullets, and the round ankle is cute and sexy, and now there are four or five horizontal wounds and scratches on it, with little drops of blood oozing.

Mo Jingtian held her foot in one hand and a cotton swab in the other. He lowered his head and carefully wiped the blood on it. While wiping, he blew gently. The cool breath relieved the slightest pain.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. The handsome man's face was stern, but he was extremely serious, as if those few scratches were a cooperation project worth hundreds of millions.

The black hair drooped slightly, covering his deep eyes. Under the bright crystal lamp, the man's tight back was clearly visible, and he was nervous.

Actually, there's nothing wrong with it, it's just scratched by the debris. Jiang Mo explained.

Mo Jingtian raised his head, Does it not hurt?

What's this little injury? Jiang Mo said nonchalantly. Compared with before, this is simply scratching.

Girl, you can live a delicate life, I don't want you to get hurt, not at all. Mo Jingtian was very calm, but extremely serious.

Jiang Mo suddenly felt a scalding heat in his heart, spreading along the blood and spreading all over his body, especially the ankle held by him, which was extremely hot.

She has not received such care for too long.

I'm sorry, I called you back, but I didn't prepare the meals. And yesterday, I came back late because of work, so I trouble you to cook for yourself.

Jiang Mo quickly changed the subject.

Mo Jingtian finally let go of her feet, sat down next to her, and held her wrist. The scratches on his fingers and the burns on the back of his hands made him frown even tighter.

We are husband and wife, so we don't need to be so polite. There is no need to apologize for such a trivial matter. Also, it's no big deal if you don't know how to cook. I married a wife, not a cook.

Jiang Mo blushed, What about breakfast and dinner?

Mo Jingtian sighed helplessly, put down the cotton swab in his hand, and looked up at her, Have you been worried about this?

Jiang Mo nodded, a little embarrassed, We're both married, cooking should be the wife's task, right? But, I'm really not good at this.

Then she quickly explained, Actually, I'm a quick learner. I followed the recipe just now, but the kitchen doesn't suit me.

Mo Jingtian held back his smile, looked at her serious appearance, and could only nod in agreement, It's all the kitchen's fault.

Hearing the tone of coaxing children like this, Jiang Mo couldn't help laughing, feeling that his behavior of trying to save face was a bit naive.

Mo Jingtian got up and rubbed her head, Don't touch the wound with water, stay here obediently, and eat later.