Simon's face turned ugly, "Alright, I won't talk to you anymore, I'm very busy."
He hung up the phone directly.
Then, he dialed another number, "Delete this video from all the APP websites, I don't want to see anyone spreading this video anymore!"
...
Back in China.
In the dead of night, the bedroom was pitch black.
Qiao Ruoxin lay in bed, giving the man beside her a glance, "Brother Mo Chen..."
"Hmm?"
"When did you start planning this?"
The man turned over to hold her in his arms, his long fingers caressing her slender waist, his voice husky and lazy, "After I came back from the hospital."
Qiao Ruoxin felt a tightness in her heart.
At that time, he still seemed to be in great discomfort, was he bearing the pain while deploying these plans?
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but hold the man's body tighter.
Mo Chen frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just want to sleep holding you."
