Never deeply in love

Outside the door, Shangguan Yingxue was trembling with fear, and his face was sad. If you hadn't lost your leg, how could I have left you?

But even so, your heart is mine, and I will never let another woman take it away. Shangguan yingxue bit her lips and looked gloomy.

Bai Mingyue was shocked and looked at him in a daze, not understanding why he was so angry.

When he yelled at Shangguan Yingxue just now, Shangguan Yingxue was scared out of his wits. But he knew that he was clearly not a cripple, so why was he still angry?

Mo Zihan's face was livid. He had long given up on him, but he still wanted to be deeply in love with her. Shangguan Yingxue completely angered him.

The door of the ward was knocked twice and pushed open. The nurse leaned in and looked at him discontentedly. "Sir, this is the hospital. Please don't..."

"Get lost." Mo Zihan shouted.

The nurse was so frightened by him that she was about to argue with him. Su Zhe turned around and quickly pulled him out. "I'm sorry. I'll tell him to pay attention..."

The angry nurse was dragged out by Su Zhe.

Mo-tse didn't say a word with a cold face. Bai Mingyue quickly lowered her head and looked elsewhere to pretend to be dead. In other words, it was the first time she had seen Mo-tse so angry. Sure enough, Shangguan Yingxue was very special to him, and her heart was a little sour. She didn't even notice it.

A moment later, Su Zhe pushed open the door of the ward. "Young master Mo, Shangguan..."

"Get out." Mo Zihan roared again, paused, and added, "Stand guard outside and don't let anyone in."

Su Zhe hurriedly closed the door, feeling very innocent. As young master Mo's assistant, he had to take care of young master Mo's woman. It was really not a human thing to do.

Mo Zihan coldly glanced at white Ming Yue. Bai Mingyue felt a chill on his face and quickly slipped into the quilt. "Young master Mo, there's nothing else. I'll rest first."

She pulled up the quilt and covered her face, as if she could block the frozen line of sight.

Mo-tse laughed coldly. After watching the excitement for a long time, he wanted to hide? It's not that easy.

"Get up." Mo-tse shouted in a cold voice.

"I'm not feeling well..." Bai Mingyue shuddered and pleaded in a muffled voice. Mo Zihan's face was terrible. She didn't want to be unlucky. Besides, she was a patient and needed to rest.

She didn't know that Su Zhe had already asked the doctor. Mo Zihan planned to take her out of the hospital tonight.

Can't get up, right? Mo Zihan turned the wheelchair and stepped forward, glancing at the tool he was using now with a cold look on his face. He stood up straight and pulled open the sheet that white Ming Yue was holding on to.

"Ah... Uh..." Bai Mingyue screamed when she saw the man's gloomy face, but her protest was blocked by the man's pressed lips.

Mo Zihan's body also pressed down, with a bit of ruthlessness. Bai Mingyue was heavily pressed, almost out of breath. Mo Zihan bit her lips as if he were venting. During the two days when she was not home, he actually missed her taste so much.

Bai Mingyue came to his senses and struggled with all his might. His hands were waving at him. Mo Zihan grabbed her hands and clasped them on both sides of her body. Bai Mingyue whined and was speechless.

Mo Zihan bit her lips and went all the way to the city. Sensing her resistance, he ripped off her hospital gown and nibbled on the softness of her chest in a punitive manner.

"Ah... Uh..." Bai Mingyue screamed and quickly gritted her teeth. She was in the hospital and would not see anyone if anyone else heard her.

She was shy and angry, and two lines of clear tears streamed down the corners of her eyes. Shangguan Yingxue's words echoed in her ears over and over again. He was just playing with you. Yeah, that's what she thought. Otherwise, why would Mo Zihan treat her like this in the ward?

She never thought about her feelings.

Just as she was ashamed and embarrassed, Mo Zihan stopped and looked up at her teary eyes. Puzzled, he lowered his head to kiss the corner of her eyes and asked her gently and intently, "Why are you crying..."

"You bastard..." Bai Mingyue bit his lip and looked at him, very aggrieved.

"I'm making out with my own woman. What kind of bastard is that?" Mo Zihan laughed and asked back.

Bai Mingyue was stunned, angry and aggrieved. "But I'm in the hospital..."

"You can leave the hospital now." Mo Zihan reminded her lightly.

Bai Mingyue moved, but Mo Zihan had no intention of letting go of her. She kept pressing her down, and some unspeakable part of her body was hard against her. She looked at him with a flushed face, unable to say a word in embarrassment.

Mo Zihan looked at her flushed face, his eyes darkening, and he suddenly smiled. "Were you jealous just now?"

Bai Mingyue was puzzled and asked, "When?"

"Shangguan yingxue wants me to accompany her." Mo Zihan reminded her impatiently. For some reason, she wanted to know the answer.

It was only then that Bai Mingyue remembered the sarcastic remark he had just uttered without thinking. It was a little awkward.

"I didn't."

"Really?" Mo Zihan looked at her awkward face and thought that her mouth was stiff. Now that she thought about it, she probably didn't even realize how sour that sentence was.

Bai Mingyue thought of Shangguan Yingxue's words and looked at him sadly. "Does it matter to you?"

"What do you mean?" Mo Zihan did not understand the sudden sadness in her eyes.

"Who am I? I have no right to be jealous of you." Bai Mingyue looked away from him.

"Not qualified? So you admit that you are jealous." Mo Zihan raised his hand and pinched her chin to force her to look at him. A faint smile appeared on his lips.

Bai Mingyue had to look him in the eye, feeling that his eyes were penetrating, as if he could see her heart, and couldn't help but get angry. "Mo Zihan, does it matter to you that I'm jealous? To you, I'm just your mistress."

Bai Mingyue's eyes were sad and full of anger. "Do you care how a mistress feels?"

Mo-tse's cold eyes suddenly sank, but he was speechless. He didn't care about a mistress, but he cared about her, Bai Mingyue.

But the words swirled in her mind, and she did not know how to speak to her for a moment.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Bai Mingyue was very sad. "Since I can't, why ask me if I'm jealous of you?"

"What if I said yes?" Mo Zihan looked at her deeply and spoke slowly.

Bai Mingyue was stunned and Mo Zihan looked at her expectantly.

Bai Mingyue burst into tears. "So what if you care? I'm just a mistress... I don't want to be a mistress... Boo..."

No matter whether he cared or not, she was his mistress, and she was sad to think of it.

Mo Zihan was a little annoyed. "Then what do you want to be?"

Bai Mingyue was stunned and looked at him with teary eyes.

Mo-tse asked in a cold, angry voice, "Say, what do you want to be me?"

"Do I have the right to choose?" Bai Mingyue paused and asked weakly, his eyes brimming with tears and he was very sad.

Mo-tse's face was cold. "I'll think about it."

Seeing that he was rarely serious, Bai Mingyue suddenly had some hope in his heart. Although he felt that it was impossible, he still said directly, "Can I not be your mistress?"

Mo Zihan: ..."

No one knew that he wanted to strangle this woman.

Mo Zihan took Bai Mingyue back to the villa that night. Bai Mingyue was in a bad mood. Mo Zihan was so angry with her that she lost interest and didn't answer her.

She felt fine and went back to work at the Han mang film and television group, working as his personal assistant, handling documents, and serving him tea and water.

Yang Ruoxi took two days off to take care of her. She was so busy filming her scenes these days that she couldn't find her, but she called her a few times.

Lin Daimo also called. Bai Mingyue put down his phone and looked at the time. It was only three in the afternoon. It was two and a half hours before work.

Lin Daimo asked her to sing at the ktv. She had to talk to young master Mo.

"Young master Mo, your coffee." Mo Zihan liked Lanshan very much. Bai Mingyue didn't know much about it. She tried it once and only took one sip. It was so bitter that she didn't want to take another.

Mo Zihan also laughed at her lack of taste.

Mo-tse han picked up his coffee and rarely saw her come in to make his own coffee. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. He was not attentive to anything, either raping or stealing, but his face was expressionless. "Well, go out."

Bai Mingyue saw that he didn't ask anything and knew that he did it on purpose. He gritted his teeth and stood still.

Mo Zihan looked at her flawlessly. "What's the matter?"

"Yes." Bai Mingyue nodded heavily, rubbing the corner of his shirt uneasily and looking at him with an uncertain expression. "Can I go back to the villa later after work today?"

Looking at Mo Zihan's face, she quickly added, "I can take a taxi home myself."

"Reason." Mo Zihan sipped his coffee and spat out two words.

Bai Mingyue, who felt that there was no freedom in his work or life, was extremely depressed at the moment.

"My friend invited me to sing tonight. We haven't played together in a long time."

"What friend?" Mo Zihan's face turned cold, and he almost didn't ask her directly about men and women.

Bai Mingyue thought for a moment and suddenly explained to him, "My classmate... Ah, I remember that you met last time. At the wedding, she came to see me. Young master Mo, do you remember?"

Mo Zihan quickly thought of something. The woman who was wearing revealing clothes and wanted to hook her up with Bai Mingyue?

Bai Mingyue looked like a little white rabbit, angry at the way he was being played, and said coldly, "Forget it."

"Oh." Bai Mingyue was a little disappointed. Mo-tse was cold and stuffy. She had never seen such a silly woman. Was she hoping her man would remember another woman?

My own man? Mo Zihan realized this and his eyes darkened as he looked at Bai Mingyue. Bai Mingyue didn't seem to realize it at all.

"Then, young master Mo, can I go?" Bai Mingyue looked at him pleadingly. Apart from work, she stayed in the villa. Every day was between two and one. After a long time, it was inevitable that she would be depressed.