The President's wife is a global sensation

Chapter 489
She tried, but Mo Yuchi stood aside, motionless like a Buddha statue.

Tang Yimo tried to push him away, "Take care of the sink that can't reach the bathroom, go and help him."

Mo Yuchi was serious, "He has a special small bench."

Fine.

Tang Yimo gave up, at worst, when the numbness in his legs passed, it would be better to get up and fall again than now, and it would be better if he helped him.

Mo Yuchi waited for a while, seeing that she could really sit there peacefully, he didn't intend to ask for help.

He squeezed the space between his brows, didn't make things difficult for her anymore, and stretched out his hand to call for a servant.

"Pinch the legs for Madam," he said.

The servant was a little girl, she looked very awkward, she nodded timidly, but she squatted down very well, Tang Yimo felt much better after rubbing for a while.

She was a little surprised and asked her, "Have you ever studied?"

The little girl bowed her head, and her voice was soft, "When I was young, there was a massage parlor at home, I learned it before."

"You are so good at craftsmanship, why didn't you stay in the shop at home to help?"

Tang Yimo just asked casually, but the little girl was startled, raised her head for a moment and then lowered her head, but it didn't prevent her from seeing her red eyes.

"I... Later, when my father passed away, the shop was sold," she said.

Tang Yimo was stunned for a moment, seeing that her hands kept on being careful, a little uncomfortable, and apologized, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," the little girl wiped the corners of her eyes, then raised her head with a pretty smile on her face.

"It's very kind of you, ma'am," she said.

Because she has suffered a lot of grievances, even if she apologizes, she can still bear the word 'good'.

Tang Yimo listened to her ears, didn't speak again, just patted her hand, with a sense of comfort.

When her legs fully recovered, Diandian came back after washing her face, and Mo Yuchi had already gone to the restaurant first.

Tang Yimo wanted to ask him about Mo Xiqing's condition, but he held back for the time being because there were too many people talking.

After the meal was over, she followed him step by step, and finally found an opportunity when he went up to the balcony on the second floor.

"How's it going?" she asked.

On the terrace, Mo Yuchi sat down.

It was already dark and the temperature was very low. He only wore a shirt, looked at the little woman who had been with him all night, and said without answering, "Go to my room and get me a coat, and I'll tell you when I get it. "

Tang Yimo narrowed his eyes, not missing the narrowness in his eyes.

She knew she did it on purpose, but for Mo Xiqing's sake, she decided not to argue with him.

With a cold snort in her heart, she turned around and quickened her pace.

Mo Yuchi's room, the last time Fu was drunk, she came here.

But it was also that time that made her feel a little awkward at the moment, especially when she opened the door and saw the big bed.

The whole room is in a simplified style, with black, white and gray tones, with the same bookcase as the study room, and a wine cabinet that I didn't notice last time.

She looked around and saw a coat rack next to the fabric sofa with a windbreaker hanging on it.

But Tang Yimo's eyes first fell on the small table in front of the sofa, where a piece of cake and a piece of paper attracted her attention even more.

She walked over, stepped on the soft carpet, and squatted down.

The light was very bright, so she could clearly recognize that it was a small mango cake, and she also knew that the piece next to it was not a piece of paper, but a letter.

At this moment, she had a strange intuition that the letter was for her.

By coincidence, Tang Yimo picked it up.

When she saw that the signature was Mo Xiqing, she was a little surprised, and soon calmed down and read it carefully.

(End of this chapter)