Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

It's cool outside, it's this kind of weather, there are a lot of mosquitoes...

Chanel picked up a pillow and was about to go out when suddenly a hand stretched out from behind and picked her up by the waist, and the pillow fell to the ground.

Chanel looked up and saw Su Shijie's pointed chin and chiseled face under the bright light.

"What are you doing?" She frowned, "Let me go!"

Su Shijie couldn't help but carried her back to the study.

On that big table, it has been cleaned up and there are hot meals.

Su Shijie hugged her, sat in the large swivel leather chair, and asked her to sit sideways on his lap.

Chanel twisted her body, struggled for a long time but couldn't break free, his arms around her shoulders were like iron, and her shoulder bones were almost broken.

give up struggling...

I saw Su Shijie serving soup with his injured right hand.

A slight red color was seen on the white cloth, and the wound was scratched by the debris when the glass coffee table was smashed.

The white cloth was an ordinary hand towel, which was randomly tied into a knot. It seemed that it had not been properly disinfected and bandaged...

Su Shijie brought the chicken soup in front of her, but she didn't take it.

So he brought the bowl to her lips and fed her.

Xia Naier refused, turned her face away, but happened to meet Su Shijie's eyes.

His brows were slightly frowned, and his dark brown eyes were gray, with a very depressed mood.

That emotion seemed to turn into a palm, strangling Chanel's heart.

She had never seen Su Shijie show such an expression...

No matter at any time, he is self-confident and arrogant.

In a daze, the soup bowl was pushed to her lips again.

The soup was already a little cold, but it was warm and exuded a strong fragrance.

Chanel was already hungry by now, and couldn't bear to embarrass an injured person, so she obediently drank the soup.

Su Shijie filled some rice and brought a spoon to feed her.

Chanel took the bowl over: "Thank you, I can do it myself."

She wanted to go to the ground, but he kept holding her shoulder with his other hand, unwilling to let her go.

Chanel had no choice but to sit on his lap and finish the bowl of rice under his gaze.

There was some subtle embarrassment in the air.

Chanel put down the bowl and looked at another empty bowl: "You don't want to eat?"

Su Shijie just looked at her, as if staring at her hair?

Only then did Chanel realize that she had changed her hairstyle, and grabbed a strand of hair in embarrassment: "Ugly?"

When she used to have straight hair, she was used to pulling it up high. When she just had her hair done, the barber shop told her not to touch water or tie her hair up for the next three days, so as not to damage her hairstyle.

"Not ugly."

"So you've been staring at my hair?"

"I'm not used to it, I can't bear to...!"

Yes, even Chanel herself is not used to looking in the mirror, as if looking at another person.

Su Shijie reached out with his injured hand, raised her face and asked, "Are you still angry?"

Chanel knew what he was talking about.

"What do you say?!"

If it weren't for the fact that his hand was hurt, and he looked at her with that pitiful look just now—

Chanel is a soft-hearted person, as long as the other party has a good attitude, she can easily soften her heart.

She picked up the bowl, filled some rice, and fetched a spoon: "You eat, let me go down."

Su Shijie didn't let her go down, looked at her: "Hey me."