The crown prince's pet

"Xin'er..." A strong arm was suddenly wrapped around her waist, and a faint breath of mint accompanied by his soft and inaudible call fell on Wen Xin's ears. Blinking like a firefly, wondering if that voice really came from the mouth of the man beside him.

Mo Sijue put Wen Xin in his arms, stood two steps away, looked down at the charming man in front of him, then nodded at him, then walked away from the side with Wen Xin in his arms.

Between men, sometimes all you need is eye contact, but it's just warm and incomprehensible.

Ren stood facing the wind, watching the two figures, one tall and one short, disappear, and a bleak black shadow was cast under the shadow of the moon. A certain part of his heart was also affected by a certain woman...

The car drove all the way to Rose Manor, and the two were silent all the way, followed by twenty extended caravans, enjoying the unique treatment warmly, still feeling incredible.

Mo Sijue took good care of her, and when he got out of the car, he also took her hand and walked upstairs. Tonight has come to a perfect end.

In the corridor of the retro-style room, there were several doctors in white coats standing. When Mo Sijue pushed Wen Xin into the room, they also came in.

"Stretch out your left hand!" Mo Sijue had been holding her right hand all the time, and when he shook it off, he suddenly reached out to her other hand.

"What are you doing?" Wen Xin looked at the extra figures in the room, and some little girls hid their hands behind their backs in fear, and their bodies also moved back slightly.

"Are you stupid?" Mo Sijue pulled her back easily, and knocked her on the head with one hand unceremoniously, "Remove the scar on your hand!"

What he promised her before will definitely be done!The wound on Wen Xin's hand has already healed, but the delicate scar is twists and turns, in his eyes, in his heart.

Mo Sijue waved his hand and pushed Wenxin down on the sofa. Two maids had already stepped forward to tie her up. Before her hands could be retracted, the doctor had already crouched in front of her.

Mo Sijue talked to the tall doctor in English for a few words, then covered Wen Xin's eyes with one hand, comforting her as if coaxing, "It doesn't hurt, it will be fine soon!"

Wenxin felt that it was unnecessary, and Halfhand was not an exaggeration for her. The body she has now is not healthy, so why would she care about a little scar?

It's just that Mo Sijue didn't give her a chance to resist, she only felt a pain in her palm, her body was injected with anesthesia, and when she opened her eyes again, her palm was smooth and flat.

She was the only one left in the room, lying on the big comfortable bed, staring at the palm of her hand warmly and carefully. The suture operation was done very well, but no matter how advanced medicine is, it still cannot make up for such a shortcoming. The shallow traces still exist, just like the wounds in her heart. At this moment, she resents Wen Suxin and hates Yin Yunxuan!

Her ignorant tolerance does not mean that she is easy to bully. Yin Yunxuan stole her only mother, should she also get something from her?

Wen Xin stared at her hand in a daze, and didn't notice the figure getting closer to her, but the seductive masculinity got into her nostrils first.

After taking a shower, Mo Sijue came out wearing a bathrobe and saw her in a daze. He rushed onto the bed and patted her hand, "It is said that hands are a woman's second face, so they can't be too ugly, you know? ?”

"You really know women well..." Wen Xin withdrew her hand without looking sideways, and said angrily.

Mo Sijue chuckled, then threw the towel in his hand to her, "Wipe my hair!"