married wife

Chapter 87 Lian Jifeng's Call
Lian Mochen took the book and went to Lian Yinghan's room, forgetting for a moment that she had the habit of taking a bath, and put the book on her bedside table. Lian Yinghan just came out of the bathroom and bumped into Lian Mochen.

It was the white chiffon suspender nightgown, which was her favorite among the nightgowns Lian Mochen bought for her. The long hair was hanging wetly on her chest.

Seeing Lian Mochen, he immediately blushed, never expecting to be seen by him.

Lian Mochen swallowed, trying to suppress the heat in his chest, how did this girl become so fast?He just let him see such a seductive scene of her.

"Mo Chen, you... have something to do with me?" Didn't she just let her rest?Why are you looking for her again now?
"I, I'm bringing this book to you!" Lian Mochen came back to his senses and stopped staring at her, but he couldn't help but glance at her. Even he himself felt that he was evil. .

Lian Yinghan caught a glimpse of the book on the bedside table, then looked at Lian Mochen: "Okay! I'll read it when I have time, go back and rest!"

"I'll blow your hair for you!" Lian Mochen said.

Lian Yinghan was lying on the bed with her head resting on the edge of the bed, her long hair drooping naturally.

Lian Mochen held the hair dryer in one hand and rubbed her long hair with the other.

His hands are very soft, like a woman's hands, very comfortable, Lian Yinghan fell asleep unconsciously, Lian Mochen looked at her comfortable face, sweet thoughts filled his heart, his beloved girl, just He should be so pampered.

After drying her hair, Lian Mochen straightened her body and let her rest on the pillow. After looking at her for a long time, he reluctantly left.

Lian Mochen called Lian Moxuan and told him that Lian Yinghan was fine.

Even Mo Xuan didn't say much, he knew that it would be useless to talk more, it was already like this, and the future would depend on Lian Yinghan's own choice, he didn't dare to take the initiative to contact Su Lingke, because Su Lingke would definitely ask Lian Yinghan He didn't want to explain anything, since Su Lingke couldn't find Lian Yinghan, so he would naturally ask him.

Even Mo Chen took a shower and fell asleep, and even Yinghan slept for a while at home, and leaned on his shoulder for a while in the car, all the bits and pieces added up, it was considered a rest, But he hasn't slept since he got up at noon yesterday. He is definitely tired, but if Yinghan hadn't fallen asleep now, he wouldn't be going to sleep.

The heads of the beds in the two rooms are on both sides of the same wall. Lian Mochen is lying on the bed now, and it seems that he can hear the even breathing sound from the next door, which makes his heart quiet for no reason.

When Lian Mochen left Lian Yinghan's room, he still closed the door. After all, sleeping with the door open did not feel safe. The two of them were only separated by a wall. He could immediately know if there was any sound from her side.

But six hours later, it was not Lian Yinghan next door who woke up Lian Mochen, but the mobile phone on the bedside table. Lian Mochen frowned slightly. Lian Yinghan was next door to him, so it was impossible to call him.

He took the phone and saw the caller's name displayed on it, which made him frowned even more, but he still pressed the connect button patiently.

"Dad!" With a cold formulaic tone, Lian Mochen didn't hate Lian Jifeng. When he was young, Lian Jifeng treated him very well, even though Lian Jifeng knew that he was not his own son, but there was always only this one. He loves his son very much, but ever since something happened to Lian Yinghan's family, there has been a gap between father and son.

In contrast, Lian Mochen and Lian Moxuan's brothers have a better relationship. Naturally, he doesn't want his most beloved father to fight with his brother who is as close as brother, but he is weak and unable to stop the dispute between them. .

"Mo Chen, you're not in England?" Lian Jifeng said, there was no emotion in his tone other than a little concern for his son.

Lian Mochen was taken aback, but if Lian Jifeng was not sure about something, he would not come to ask him: "Yes!"

Lian Jifeng was slightly stunned, he was still blaming him, ever since what happened with Lin Nianshan, Lian Mochen never spoke more than ten words to him coherently.Lian Jifeng knew the hatred in his heart, and never took the initiative to call himself these years. Every time he called, even Mo Chen would answer coldly.

"Where are you?" Lian Jifeng asked.

(End of this chapter)