Mr. Ji's morning star

Chapter 160 Rubbing Your Hands and Stomach
According to Nancy's instructions, Ji Mochen sat on the edge of the bed.

I looked down and saw Nancy's satisfied expression, and the girl moved her body to get closer to him.

Feeling Nancy's body sticking to his side through the quilt, Ji Mochen froze for a moment, and did not deliberately avoid it.

Looking at Nancy's state, Ji Mochen said lightly, "You don't make trouble when you're drunk."

Nancy smiled sweetly at him, her eyebrows were curved, and her eyes were pure and soft.

Ji Mochen was taken aback again, and when he came back to his senses, he found that his hand had fallen in front of Nancy unconsciously.

Did he just want to touch Nancy's head, or... the red face that looks easy to pinch?
This reaction surprised Ji Mochen, and the sudden coolness and tenderness from his palm interrupted his thoughts again.

Ji Mochen stared blankly at Nancy who took the initiative to put her face in his hands, rubbed her face like a cat, and stared at him with lazily squinted eyes.

"...What do you want?" Ji Mochen didn't move, feeling the girl's delicate skin with his palm, and asked inexplicably.

These words seemed to hit Nancy's heart, her eyes lit up, and she said delicately, "Hot water bottle, sanitary napkin, milk, and clean clothes."

Ji Mochen laughed after listening, and said in a low voice, "It sounds like I have a clear mind."

It's just that after joking with Nancy like this, Ji Mochen realized what he heard, and his expression flashed with embarrassment.

sanitary napkin……

Ji Mochen looked at Nancy.

Nancy stared at him, blinking slowly, her sweet smile gradually turning into suspicion and accusation.

I don't know if it's because Nancy's eyes and demeanor are too expressive at the moment, or he somehow has the ability to see through this little liar. Ji Mochen didn't need Nancy to speak to understand her meaning.

Just as he blurted out before: What do you want?
Under Nancy's gaze, Ji Mochen took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone and called his assistant.

"Now go buy a few things and come back."

"Hot water bottle, milk and..."

Ji Mochen was silent for half a second, and glanced at Nancy.

Nancy smiled at him.

Ji Mochen: "S size women's clothing, and sanitary napkins."

Without waiting for the assistant to express his thoughts, and not wanting to know the other party's thoughts, Ji Mochen said coldly: "I'll give you 10 minutes."

Nancy stretched out her hand and opened her five fingers seriously.

"5 minutes." Ji Mochen said.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Mochen said fiercely to Nancy: "Aren't you pretending to be drunk and playing with me?"

"Pfft." Nancy laughed out loud, with a bright smile on her face, "Hahaha."

Ji Mochen's pretentiously fierce expression melted away, and he looked at Nancy who was smiling like a child in a complicated way.

She smiled happily, but her laughter was small, soft and tender, her eyes were clear and blurred.

"Ouch." After laughing for a while, Nancy whispered, wrapping her arms around Ji Mochen's waist.

Ji Mochen shuddered all over, his back was stiff.

A certain person raised his head and showed his small face the size of a palm, looking at him eagerly, his red lips opened and closed, and his soft and soft voice said, "Zha Zha, my stomach hurts, rub it for me."

"What did you call me?" Ji Mochen said coldly.

Nancy poked his waist with her fingers, "Rub the stomach."

Didn't listen to what he said at all.

Ji Mochen felt that the place where she poked it was as numb as if he was being electrocuted, so he took Nancy's hand away.

"My stomach hurts." Nancy looked aggrieved and her eyes were lonely.

Ji Mochen: "..."

He took back what he said before: You don't make trouble when you're drunk.

It's not that you don't make trouble, but that the way you make trouble is completely opposite, and it gets worse.

"You'd better wake up tomorrow and remember what you said and what you did now." Ji Mochen reached out to Nancy and grinned.

Nancy realized that he was obediently listening to her, and quickly got out of the quilt, trying to spread her stomach to Ji Mochen for him to massage.

Ji Mochen twitched fiercely, grabbed Nancy's fluttering snow-white long legs and stuffed them back into the quilt.

"Don't move." He shouted in a deep voice.

Nancy: "Hmph."

Ji Mochen: "..."

"Don't move, I'll help you." Ji Mochen slowed down his voice and coaxed.

Nancy looked at him and didn't struggle anymore.

Ji Mochen carefully covered Nancy's legs with the quilt, exposing her belly wrapped in a bath towel.

Putting his hand on the opponent's lower abdomen, Ji Mochen, who had never done such a thing, looked cold and serious.

Nancy hummed twice, and then "slapped" Ji Mochen's hand open.

Ji Mochen's phoenix eyes stared at her sharply like a knife, seeing Nancy's eyes full of dislike, a certain scene flashed in his mind, and the other party also disliked him in the same way.

"My lord serves you personally, how dare you dislike him?" Ji Mochen laughed angrily, stretched out his hands to pinch Nancy's flushed cheeks, and pulled them aside.

Nancy didn't struggle, and looked at Ji Mochen, a big villain, with a pair of aggrieved eyes, so that the strength in Ji Mochen's hand was slowly relaxed, and finally let go.

On Nancy's pink cheeks, he left a few red fingerprints that belonged to him.

Ji Mochen was surprised that Nancy didn't get angry, and just looked at him with pure eyes, seeing him as unforgivable, and he had no choice but to compromise.

"What do you want?" Ji Mochen asked.

Nancy said, "Rub your hands together."

Ji Mochen looked at her silently.

Nancy reminded: "Rub it hot before kneading it."

Ji Mochen told himself that it was meaningless to argue with Nancy in this state.

He folded his hands and rubbed them quickly to generate heat, and then placed them on Nancy's abdomen.

The little girl suddenly showed Su Shuang's small expression, and Ji Mochen couldn't help laughing.

"Ding dong, ding dong." The doorbell rang.

Ji Mochen said to Nancy: "I'll open the door."

I thought that due to previous experience, Nancy would not let him go easily.

As a result, the reality was beyond Ji Mochen's expectation. Nancy let go quickly, and her eyes were still looking towards the door.

Ji Mochen couldn't tell whether he was in a relaxed or depressed mood, so he went to open the door with a cold face, and saw a sweaty assistant standing at the door with two bags, "boss, what you want."

"Yes." Ji Mochen took the bag and closed the door again.

Isolate the assistant's curious eyes.

Just as Ji Mochen walked in, the lazy baby on the bed opened his mouth, "Milk."

"I know." Ji Mochen replied, found the milk from the bag, and found that it was still a bottle of hot milk.

He was thoughtful, thinking about the knowledge about girls' menstrual periods, and then passed the straw to Nancy while inserting it.

Nancy caught it, moved obediently and got up, leaned against the bed and drank milk.

Ji Mochen quickly grabbed the bath towel that she almost slipped off again, and helped someone hold it again, and pulled the quilt onto Nancy's body.

Nancy raised her eyelids to look at him lazily, without saying anything.

Seeing her calm as a rabbit, Ji Mochen confirmed that there was nothing wrong with her, then turned around and took out the hot water bottle from the shopping bag, and plugged it in.

As for the sanitary napkins in the bag, Ji Mochen indifferently picked up the whole shopping bag and threw it to Nancy, "Change it yourself."

Nancy: "Oh."

She stood up, picked up the bag and headed for the bathroom.

A set of movements is slow but steady, not like a drunk person.

Ji Mochen stared at her closely, seeing her walk into the bathroom steadily, and then...the door of the bathroom was not closed.

"Tsk." Ji Mochen smiled lowly.

This kind of wine is rare in his life.

(End of this chapter)