The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 358 Emotional
Mo Chiwei took Tang Xinyan's hand, and Tang Xinyan twitched it, but he held it tightly and she didn't pull it back.

When she looked at him again, his expression was gentle, handsome and dignified, not at all like the stern man who was not close to strangers just now.

She bit her lower lip hard. If she didn't feel the pain, she would have thought she was hallucinating.

She couldn't see through him, whether it was before or now.

After changing the boarding pass, Gu Ranran ran towards them, "Let's go, now I have passed the security check, and I will board the plane later." Gu Ranran had a drink with Chi Zhiheng last night, and she learned from Chi Zhiheng that He came here by Mo Chiwei's special plane.

But now that Chi Zhiheng was gone, Mo Chiwei wanted to take the airline's plane back to Ancheng, what about the special plane?

Gu Ranran didn't dare to ask out her doubts, for fear that Xinyan would think wildly when she heard it.

Tang Xinyan originally wanted to ask Mo Chiwei on the plane if he went out last night, but he fell asleep not long after boarding the plane.

He looked tired.

If Ran Ran hadn't seen him leave the hotel in the middle of the night, she would have thought that he was exhausted after contributing too much energy.

Lowering the seat, she looked at his sharp side face, the thick and slender eyelashes behind closed eyes, the high nose, and the thin lips slightly pursed, she couldn't help tracing his facial features in the air.

Seemingly thinking of something, she called the flight attendant and brought two thin blankets.

Put one of them on him.

He didn't sleep smoothly, as if he had dreamed of something bad, his brows were furrowed, she stretched out her slender fingers, trying to smooth out his wrinkles, but suddenly her fingertips were tightly pinched by him.

"don't want……"

He was talking in his sleep and didn't wake up. He held her fingertips so hard that she gasped in pain.

"Mo Chiwei?" She grabbed his big palm with her other hand, trying to withdraw her fingers, but in the next moment, he firmly grasped her wrist.

"No, go away—"

Tang Xinyan looked at him in cold sweat, she pushed his shoulder, "Mo Chiwei!"

Mo Chiwei opened his eyes abruptly, his black pupils were bloodshot from rest, his expression was cold and sharp.

He looked at Tang Xinyan's small face, her thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line.

It took several seconds for him to react.

Let go of her hand, he closed his eyes, "I'm sorry, I was dreaming just now." As he spoke, seeing the slight red mark on her fair wrist, he frowned, with a serious expression, "I pinched it?"

Tang Xinyan's eyes were covered with mist, looking at the handsome and indifferent face in front of her, she felt both familiar and strange.

"What nightmare did you have? Can you tell me about it? The way you looked just now was really scary."

He rubbed his sore temples, his voice was hoarse and tired, "Some bad things, Xinyan, you don't need to know."

No need to know, no need to know.

She told him everything, but he refused to tell her anything.

Forget it, if he doesn't want to say it, she will respect him.

She asked the stewardess to bring a glass of warm water, and handed it to his big palm, "Drink some water before resting!"

After Mo Chiwei finished drinking the water, he hugged Tang Xinyan into his arms and rested his chin on her neck, "You are really different from him..."

When he spoke, the hot breath sprinkled on her skin, itching, she shrank her neck, and asked in puzzlement, "Who is it different from?"

Mo Chiwei didn't answer.

When she pushed him away, she realized that he had fallen asleep again.

Did this guy not sleep all night?

What the hell did he do?

(End of this chapter)