The President's wife is a global sensation

Chapter 273
When he saw her, his stern face was a little soft, as fast as an illusion.

The moonlight outlines his tall and straight figure, the line of his jaw is smooth and clear, and when viewed from bottom to top, the light color at the bottom of his eyes is even deeper.

Tang Yimo looked at it, and suddenly averted his eyes.

Chest, as if something was about to burst out of the chest cavity, throbbing and hot.

She raised her hand and pressed her chest.

After a few seconds of calm, she read it again.

The figure of the man has long since disappeared, and the empty and lonely wind in the front yard passes through. Everything just now seems to be just an illusion.

In Tang Yimo's eyes, there was an unexpected look of loss.

She took the medical skills and went back to the room.

The next second, the door was pushed open.

Mo Xiqing walked in, met her stunned eyes, and rubbed the broken hair on her forehead: "It's so late, why don't you sleep?"

As soon as he approached, the clear sandalwood fragrance flowed in the tip of his nose, it was very elegant and pleasant to smell.

Usually, there is a faint scent of medicine lingering on his body.

The sudden change made Tang Yimo startled, but he didn't take it seriously.

Putting the book away as if nothing had happened, she avoided the man's hand: "Didn't you also just come back?"

She raised her eyes, and her clear and lingling fox eyes were filled with the light of the moon, as if the sky was filled with the Milky Way.

Mo Xiqing only took one look, then turned away abruptly.

Pulling his tie, he said in a low and lazy voice, "You've learned to talk back, huh?"

"It's clearly a fact."

Tang Yimo's words blurted out.

Then, she lifted the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Mr. Mo, I'm going to sleep now, you should go out first."

She had taken a bath a long time ago, she was wearing pajamas, her white and tender legs under the skirt were slender and soft, and her skin was unbelievably delicate.

From his corner, his line of sight was occupied by her white skin, and he couldn't see anything else.

"Mr. Mo?"

Tang Yimo called again.

An unfamiliar voice, a sweet voice.

After a while, Mo Xiqing turned his eyes and picked up a glass of water from the bedside table.

He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hey……"

The man's jaw was sharp and smooth due to the upward movement, and the concave Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Tang Yimo wanted to remind him that it was the cup she drank from.

But obviously, it was too late.

Drinking a glass of cold water brought a sense of coolness, and the feeling of dryness barely dissipated.

Mo Xiqing glanced at the little woman leaning on the head of the bed.

He took the quilt and covered him tightly.

"Good night."

The voice fell, and the person had already walked out.

Tang Yimo's face was covered by the headband.

Pulling off the quilt, he had already closed the door, leaving her sitting there with question marks all over her head.

……

Even after taking a nap in the afternoon, Tang Yimo still slept very soundly that night.

The alarm clock rang, she washed up and went out, there was already a little chattering sound downstairs.

"It's too late to say it, but it's too soon, my mommy backhanded a silver needle, and instantly pierced that villain's wrist—"

While explaining, Diandian danced and danced, recreating Tang Yimo's movements at the time.

Uncle Ding was in front of him as a loyal audience, and Mo Xiqing was sitting at the dining table, moving his fingertips and looking at him.

"Mommy?" Tang Yimo went downstairs and looked at her leisurely.

The little voice stopped abruptly.

"What Mommy, Auntie, you got it wrong, right?"

He blinked his eyes wide and looked serious.

Tang Yimo narrowed his eyes.

Once or twice, you can't get it wrong again and again.

I heard that he grew up with Mo Yuchi, maybe he missed his mommy.

Thinking of this, Tang Yimo felt a little distressed.

(End of this chapter)