Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 822 Another side of the cold-blooded female killer! (4)

The other side of the cold-blooded female killer! (4)

"Aunt Irene, you have to blow with your mouth!"

Murong Poxiaoren, the little ghost, puffed up his cheeks and demonstrated.

"Last time I accidentally burned my finger, that's how Mommy blew it for me!"

After hearing this, Eileen couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

"Hurry up, or Uncle Yao will be in pain!"

Mo Yehan cooperated with his younger sister's prank very well.

The two children looked at her so innocently, how could Irene not do the same.

Helpless, he had no choice but to lightly puff up his cheeks, blowing on the reddish burn wound on Yao Yuan's face.

At first, Yao Yuan was a little embarrassed.

But, feeling the tenderness of Irene's palm holding his face, and the feeling of the air she blows across his cheek.

Yao Yuan soon had a strange emotion.

Last night, he almost stayed up all night.

She was the one who had been thinking about it all night.

In fact, long before Mo Chou and Murong Lin got together, Yao Yuan already knew that it was impossible for him and Mo Chou.

Therefore, he has already slowly let go of the girl he once wanted to protect.

Not because he didn't want to protect her anymore, but because Mo Chou no longer needed his protection.

Yao Yuan also thought about looking for another suitable partner. With his appearance, intelligence and character, there are many suitors in the clinic.

There were even a few female patients who deliberately pretended to be sick in order to get close to him.

Unfortunately, no woman could touch his heart.

He tried to contact a few women who seemed to be okay, but they didn't call.

However, just last night, that accidental kiss in the snow kept him up all night.

Now, seeing Irene's face right in front of his eyes.

Her long hair was coiled up, and she wore a white high-necked towel, her face was tied up, and she didn't apply any makeup.

A little less glamorous, but a little more heart-warming tenderness.

Yao Yuan thought of that kiss almost instinctively, and his lips and tongue felt dry for a while.

(End of this chapter)