The Beloved Wifey of Mr. Shui
Chapter 15 What Do You Think of Him As?
After carefully wrapping Mo Xiaozhu with the sheets and holding them in her hands, Shui Junyu walked into the president's room. From the lobby, he walked to the elevator. The fair and beautiful woman's hand wrapped around her neck, revealing half of her shoulder. Fortunately, there was no one in the elevator, so he casually pulled the sheets and covered Mo Xiaozhu's body. Shui Junyu frowned. It seemed like he could only calm her down here tonight.
Mo Xiaozhu did not know how long he slept, but when he woke up, he felt his entire body ache. He opened his eyes in a daze. When he entered his eyes, he was shocked. How did he get to this luxurious hotel?
The memory returned to the cage in an instant. He was captured to Mu Shaoli's residence and was vaguely taken in by Mu Shaoli.
It was Shui Junyu.
His heart was racing at the thought of the beautiful face of the elephant duck. Did he send her here?
His long eyelashes flickered gently as he looked around. There were a dozen banknotes neatly placed on a pillow beside him. Mo Xiaozhu took it in surprise. Did he really think he was a chicken?
*bang!* With a flick, the pink color that filled the sky floated down. At the same time, a small note also floated downwards. It was gently placed by Mo Xiaozhu's hand and picked up a set of numbers.
Mo Xiaozhu knew nothing. He stared at the number, but he had the urge to hit it and scolded it. He thinks he's a chicken and he still thinks he's a duck.
However, his things had long since disappeared, and when Mu Shaoli threw him into the car, he left him in the corner. He doesn't even have his phone unless he uses the hotel number in his room.
However, she did not want to spend half a penny from Shui Junyu right now.
He clenched his teeth and did not let him meet Shui Junyu again. Otherwise, he would definitely make it look good. So what if he saves her? It was like Mu Shaoli humiliating him.
When he woke up exhausted, Mo Xiaozhu realized that his originally white skin was now covered with small red dots. It was as if there was a breath of love on the bed sheet, which made his face even more red.
It's his blood, he knows.
No one knows his own body better than his own. The first time he pitied her, he actually had no memories, let alone a beautiful aftertaste.
He dragged his sick body into the bathroom step by step. He was sorry in the mirror. He turned the shower around and desperately tried to wash away the small red dots, but he realized that the little red dots were getting brighter, like flowers blooming on his skin.
Mo Xiaozhu really did not dare to wash it. Otherwise, it was as if he wanted to enlarge the bruise himself.
Finally, he cleaned himself up and returned to his room. Only then did he realize that he had no clothes on.
Frowning, how could he leave?
He glanced at the phone on the table. It seemed like he could only use this method to call, but even though he had a good memory, other than counting numbers, he was unable to remember the complete set of numbers.
What's to be done?
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