Reborn, the yandere CEO cries and begs the baby to love him

After dinner, Shang Sinian put a warm cashmere kneepad on Bai Moqing's knee.

"Just wear it like this for a while. It's very thin and won't feel awkward. If you feel uncomfortable while sleeping, just tell me and I can take it off for you."

Bai Moqing moved for a while and felt that there was nothing uncomfortable, so he agreed.

It's getting dark very fast now. It's already dark before nine o'clock. When I think about it, the studio I used before has not been tidied up yet.

Suddenly she felt agitated,

"I'm going to the studio. Ah Nian wants to work, right?"

Just during the meal, Shang Sinian's cell phone rang more than a dozen times, but he rarely answered the phone while eating, so he probably had to reply to someone now.

Shang Sinian nodded reluctantly.

"I've already said that it's very annoying if I don't have to work anymore. It doesn't matter. There are just a few things left. Once they're taken care of, it'll be fine.

Wife, go to the studio, but wear more clothes, because the paint in your room is afraid of heat, so the temperature is two degrees lower than in other rooms. "

Shang Sinian brought her a shawl and made sure she wouldn't freeze before letting her go.

The temperature in the villa is very high, so you won’t actually get cold. Even if you wear this, you will feel very hot.

However, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Bai Moqing just silently accepted the man's kindness and did not refute him.

After the people left, Shang Sinian walked to the study while making a phone call. The person opposite said with shock in his tone:

"Shang Sinian, I thought you were gone. Brother, can you change your habit of not answering the phone for many years?"

"It can't be changed. Your phone number is not important. What's wrong? Is the Mo family making things difficult for you again?

Or am I going to kick you out of the house?You don't want to be homeless anymore. "

Mo Jingchun was shocked again,

"I haven't seen you for a few days...why are you talking so mean? People say that when you are close to red, you are red and when you are close to ink, you are black. You are not..."

Shang Sinian sneered, all he could think about was how cute his wife looked when she was quarreling with others.

"If you slander my wife again, believe it or not, I will beat you up right away! Talk about it, or I will die."

Mo Jingchun made a long note, which sounded a little delicate.

"Alas... a person who values ​​sex over friends, I am not... I am here on my own.

If you're not busy, can you send me a meal? I haven't eaten for a day, and I..."

"Beating?"

Shang Sinian asked directly without thinking, grabbed his coat and walked towards the third floor.

"Well, it's just... it's okay, but my image can't be ruined, right? Everyone else will fucking laugh at me except you,

I didn't want to disturb you at first. After all, you are already married, so it's not appropriate to do so at night. "

Mo Jingchun rarely showed his vulnerable side like this. Since he made a phone call, it meant that it must be serious.

"There's so much nonsense, you still have the nerve to talk to me like this? Okay, lie down and wait for me!"

After hanging up the phone, Mo Jingchun thought for a while. This sentence felt awkward no matter how much he thought about it...

Shang Sinian looked inside through the crack in the door, sneaking around for fear of disturbing Bai Moqing.

My wife will curse if someone suddenly interrupts her while she is painting.

But when he saw that the person inside was just looking at the drawing board with his chin propped up, and didn't seem to take any action, he dared to knock on the door.

When Bai Moqing saw him standing at the door with his coat in his hand, he suddenly felt a little panicked.

"What's wrong, something went wrong?"

Shang Sinian quickly comforted him,

"No, no, don't worry, wife. It was Mo Jingchun who called me and asked me to help deliver some food."

Send...meal?

Bai Moqing subconsciously felt that this person was sick.

"Is he hospitalized? What happened to him?"

Shang Sinian is not someone who likes to talk about people behind their backs, and he doesn't want to tell others about his friends.

However, my wife is not someone else, she is one of my own.

"He was beaten, and he probably didn't know what to do with his father. It's always like this. I can't remember how many times he was beaten.

This time it must be serious, he wouldn't have called for help before. "

Bai Moqing stood up directly,

"Then go quickly. Be careful on the road and let the driver drive. If you don't come back tonight, let me know."

"I will definitely come back. Anyone who stays out overnight after getting married is a bad man.

It's not too far away. If my wife is sleepy, go to bed first. I will go back to the room quietly and won't wake you up. "

He put his arms around Bai Moqing's waist and kissed the woman gently on her forehead.

"You go in, sit down, and continue painting. If you stand at the door, I won't be able to leave."

He clearly knew that there was a friend who was waiting for him to be fed, but at the moment, his heart and eyes were filled with his wife.

No wonder Mo Jingchun said that he valued sex over friends. There must be some element of that.

On the way, he kept urging the driver,

"Drive faster and pay attention to the road conditions."

He called a restaurant near Mo Jingchun's house to place an order. Within half an hour, he got on the elevator.

After entering the fingerprint lock directly, the sensor lights in the living room will light up one by one.

The originally spacious room seemed particularly bright now, but although the temperature was quite high, it seemed particularly cold because there was no one there.

He walked all the way to the bedroom, knocked on the door and went straight in.

The man was only wearing a pair of pajamas, lying on the bed. The dried blood behind him stuck to his skin. The edges of the torn skin turned white after being beaten, as if it had not been treated at all.

"When did this happen?"

Shang Sinian dug out a medicine box, took a chair and sat beside the bed.

"It was yesterday. It's okay. Just lie down for two days and you'll be fine. It's just that you can't ignore the company's affairs.

My assistant will come over tomorrow, so... I can't lie down like this. "

Mo Jingchun usually looks like a fool, but what he cares about most is his face. He doesn't allow anyone to see that he is injured, and he was injured by his father.

"What happened yesterday, do you want to put it into today? Go to the hospital, you..."

Shang Sinian really couldn't do anything and had no idea what to do. There were too many wounds. He took cotton dipped in iodine and rubbed it. It probably took an hour to rub it.

Mo Jingchun held up his arms several times, but finally lost strength and fell down.

Before he could say anything, his face turned pale with pain and he broke into a cold sweat.

"No need... just pour it up. There are painkillers in the medicine box. Give me an injection."

Fortunately, Shang Sinian is severely allergic to alcohol and occasionally injects himself with drugs, which he can still do.

It's just that men tend to be a little heavier with their hands. Bottles of iodophor were poured on it, and Shang Sinian wiped it directly with gauze.

After a burst of heartbreaking pain, Mo Jingchun forced himself to make a little sound,

"Hey...brother, please call the funeral home directly. Please, don't torture me."

Mo Jingchun raised his head and looked helplessly at Shang Sinian, who had the same helpless face.

However, part of the reason why he asked Shang Si Nian to come over was because he only had such a reliable friend.

Another part is that this person only helps and doesn't ask questions about anything else.

Shang Sinian stopped moving his hands and spoke hesitantly,

"No more...rescue?"