wealthy daughter-in-law

"How about me?" He asked casually, the cloud was calm and the wind was light.

Huanhuan was sad and angry.

He is asking what he knows!

He is teasing with words!

However, as long as it is said from his mouth, it can always enlighten people's mind immediately, like the sound of nature.

Could it be that there are preferential treatments for beautiful men?

Huan Huan stroked his forehead and waved his hands, "I'd better go see if Sister Zhong has any other work for me to do."

She wanted to leave, but Mo Jia stopped her.

Huan Huan took a deep breath, turned around, and smiled, "Master, do you have any orders?"

He was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes, "Tell Sister Zhong, from now on, you can follow me."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the book again, and the air around his body was mobilized intensively, forming an aura that could not be disturbed by others, and he existed independently.Unless he allows it, no one can step into his world even a step.

Huan Huan just wanted to protest, but after a while, he thought that it would be good to follow him and find a chance to solve the wallet problem, so as to save him from being addicted to being a hunter and not giving up until he catches her.

Hearing the young master's explanation, Sister Zhong was stunned, with a trace of disbelief in her eyes, and at the same time, a ray of worry flashed across.However, since it was the young master who spoke in person, of course she had no objection, and made a hint to Huanhuan, asking her to remember her identity.

To be honest, it is really comfortable to be with Mo Jia.

He spends most of his time in the study and doesn't like to be disturbed by people around him.At this time, Huanhuan can stay in the room with the air conditioner blowing on and read the review materials.If there is any need, Mo Jia will find her through the intercom.

In the middle of the night, the intercom rang suddenly.

Huan Huan was startled, got up reflexively, and looked at the time, it was only twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Angrily grabbed the intercom, gritted his teeth, "Master, what's the matter?"

There was no voice on the other side, only painful gasps, sometimes short and sometimes weak.

Huan Huan narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and called again tentatively, "Master?"

There was still no sound, but this time, even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

Huan Huan frowned, quickly changed clothes, and ran to Mo Jia's study.

The lights were still on in the study room, but no one answered when I knocked on the door.She didn't care so much anymore, she just opened the door and rushed out, "Master!"

When seeing the person lying on the ground, Huanhuan was stunned.

God, he...his hair...

Mo Jia's long black hair turned into silver strands!

The scene in front of him was so weird, Huan Huan finally woke up after a few seconds of digestion, ran to his side, and used all his strength to help him up, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Jia's breathing was weak, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and with his silver hair, he was indescribably sickly and enchanting.

Huanhuan has basic knowledge of first aid. When he opened his eyelids, his pupils were slowly expanding.

Before he had time to call out, Huanhuan directly laid his body flat, pressed his hands on his chest and continued to press, then pinched his mouth open again, hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes decisively, bent down suddenly, and made for him Artificial respiration.

once, twice...

She kept breathing and feeding him. Just when she was about to run out of strength, a pair of powerful arms suddenly grabbed her, rolled over, pressed her against her body, and immediately kissed her lips——