The female supporting role in Quick Wear fell in love at first sight again

Chapter 158: The Spoiled Bag 18

Mo Jiaojiao laughed awkwardly, then secretly glanced at Wei Zhao who was drinking tea and chatting.

Wei Zhao sat among a bunch of important figures without any stage fright. He always had an expression of being in control of everything on his face. It seemed that no matter what happened, he could face it calmly without any panic.

But for some reason, seeing Wei Zhao like this, she suddenly remembered that night, that passionate kiss. When Wei Zhao kissed her, she was so shy that she didn't even dare to open her eyes, but she remembered the rapid breathing in her ears.

And the way he stood in front of her with a bag of medicine and stretched out his hand to her, at that moment it was like a god had come to the world specifically to save her.

Mo Jiaojiao realized what she was thinking, and she immediately shook her head to get rid of these absurd thoughts in her mind. How could she think of Wei Zhao? She couldn't see through Wei Zhao at all, and she couldn't guess what he was thinking.

She gave him the feeling of an invisible and intangible fog.

"Uncle Han, stop joking. I have nothing to do with him. Besides, no matter who I like, I would never like Wei Zhao."

Wei Zhao seemed calm on the surface, but he had actually been paying close attention to Mo Jiaojiao. What others didn't know was that he could read lips. Although Mo Jiaojiao and Han Weihua spoke very quietly, he knew what they were saying.

A hint of hostility flashed across his dark eyes. Why couldn't she like him? Was he so bad? Was Song Ming the only one in her heart?

Song Ming felt a little cold as he sat there. He sneezed and then rubbed his nose. He wondered if someone was secretly scolding him. He felt a chill on his back.

In the evening, after Mo Jiaojiao sent the guests away, she lay on the sofa, unable to open her eyes, and was about to fall asleep in a daze.

She heard footsteps and thought it was the servants coming.

She pouted her red lips coquettishly and ordered the servant to give her a massage without any hesitation.

"Please help me massage my legs and shoulders. They're so sore. I've been busy all day and I'm so tired."

Then the next second, a pair of big hands fell on her slender calves, and the shoes on Mo Jiaojiao's feet were taken off by her and kicked to the ground. Her white and tender toes were slightly swollen because she was wearing high heels, like chubby and cute little mushrooms.

The big hands gently rubbed the muscles on her calves. Mo Jiaojiao felt very comfortable. She couldn't help but hum twice, and then the strength on her calves suddenly increased.

She shook her feet somewhat unhappily, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Be gentle, it hurts so much. Oh, and rub my waist and back again."

Mo Jiaojiao lay on the sofa with her eyes narrowed, unable to see the person behind her at all.

The big hands obediently rubbed her calves and then placed them on her waist. They first pressed on both sides of her waist, and then pushed up on her spine with their palms.

Mo Jiaojiao felt a tingling sensation in her tailbone, and it was as if fireworks were going off in her confused head, crackling non-stop.

She couldn't bear it any longer, so she reached back and grabbed the hair of the person behind her. The moment she grabbed it, she was frightened and completely awake. The hair under her hand felt hard and prickly. It was not a woman's hair at all.

She wanted to turn over, but the big hands held her waist tightly on both sides. She was subdued like a salted fish and could not move at all.

Mo Jiaojiao was a little panicked. She wanted to open her mouth and shout for help, but as soon as she opened her mouth, a finger was stuffed into her mouth horizontally.

She couldn't even make a whimpering sound, and was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Her hands were clamped by the man and her mouth was blocked. She looked like a dead fish at the mercy of others.

Her snow-white earlobe was bitten, and then a deep and familiar male voice sounded in her ear.

"Your vigilance is really poor. If it were a real criminal, you wouldn't even be able to save your body. I can let you go, but don't scream. Do you hear me?"

Mo Jiaojiao felt something pressing against her butt from behind. She struggled uncomfortably, and then a voice in her ear suddenly hissed.

Then her butt was slapped hard. "Be quiet, don't move. I'll count to one, two, three, and then I'll let go. Don't scream. Do you hear me?"

Mo Jiaojiao nodded desperately, then used her eyes to indicate that she would be good and definitely not scream.

The man saw that she was quite obedient and said, "One, two, three."

He had just shouted "three" when the man pulled out the fingers in Mo Jiaojiao's hand. She immediately opened her mouth and shouted for help.

Before she could say anything, the man quickly picked her up and put her on his lap, then covered her mouth with his hand.

The man bit her earlobe hard and said, "Bad girl, how dare you cheat me."

Mo Jiaojiao really wanted to cry but had no tears. Her eyes were red with grievance and tears were in her eyes. She was so aggrieved that she was about to cry. Seeing her like this, the man sighed helplessly and then released his hand that was covering her mouth.

As soon as Mo Jiaojiao was released, she ran away and hid far away from Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao shook his head in amusement. Was it really that serious? He had only played a little joke on her, but he hadn't expected to scare the little girl like this. It was just that she had been the one to start the joke, and he hadn't intended to hold her hostage.

Wei Zhao sat calmly on the sofa, crossed his legs, then picked up an apple from the table, lowered his head and began to peel the apple with a fruit knife.

Mo Jiaojiao felt that Wei Zhao was a little bit baffling. He came over so late at night just to peel an apple at her house. Could it be that he couldn't afford to buy an apple himself?

"What the hell are you doing? I'm telling you, trespassing is illegal. If you do it again, I'll call the police."

Wei Zhao lowered his head and concentrated on peeling the apple in his hand without even raising his head.

"I just came here to discuss a deal with you. I know you already know about the plan between Song Ming and me. You also know about the relationship between Song Ming and Xue Jianing, right?"

Wei Zhao stared at Mo Jiaojiao with a straightforward and fiery look. Mo Jiaojiao hid behind a pillar feeling a little guilty. Then she turned her head and her forehead hit the decoration on the pillar, leaving a mark.

She covered her forehead with her hands in pain, and then began to blame herself in her heart. How could she be so stupid that she could hit the pillar when she turned her head?

"How do you know what kind of deal you want to negotiate with me? I don't think I have anything worth your trouble. Besides, how do I know if you are sincere? What if you are lying to me?"

Wei Zhao cut the peeled apple into small pieces, placed them on a small plate beside Mo Jiaojiao, and then skillfully inserted a fork into it.

It seems that everything that Mo Jiaojiao uses in the Mo family must be engraved with her initials, from as small as a plate to as large as the door of the villa outside. This room looks like an exclusive princess castle that Mo Tiandong built for Mo Jiaojiao.

Wei Zhao unceremoniously took a handkerchief engraved with Mo Jiaojiao's name, put it to his nose and kissed it. It smelled so familiar, exactly the same as the one he used in the car last night, soft with a sweet fragrance that made people dizzy. He wiped his hands, then quietly put the handkerchief into his chest pocket.