Outright Favoritism Chapter 1056: : So want to see it?

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Yin Mo sat in He Chen's arms, feeling his vigorous heartbeat, three seconds later, he began to bow his head to unbutton his shirt.

He Chen squinted his eyes, leaning on the back of the chair behind him, and joking intriguingly: "Baby, this place...isn't it right?"

Although he is sloppy, he is not irrelevant to occasion.

The most profligate time was probably... the day I first met Yin Mo.

He Chen didn't know why he thought of the alley where Aida Zhou met her, and the **** he did to her.

If he didn't fall in love, he would just treat it as an irrelevant affair.

But now...He Chen's heart is full of obscure, unspeakable self-blame and uncomfortable.

He Chen, who has always played the world, finally began to worry that what he did at that time would make Yin Mo loath him.

He Chen closed his eyes and eagerly stopped Yin Mo's movements. He asked her dumbly, "Captain Yin, do you know what you are doing?"

Yin Mo frowned, with the palm of his left hand still pressed against his chest, and asked stubbornly, "Let me see."

"Want to see so?" He Chen's tone was not serious, and he even rubbed her wrist against his chest, his demeanor was frivolous and sloppy.

Even so, Yin Mo still stubbornly tugged on his shirt, "You let go."

He Chen stopped moving, took a deep look at her, and then let go of all the resistance and let her do whatever she wanted.

Yin Mo pursed his lips, fearing that He Chen would regret it. He pulled his collar and pulled the buttons on his shirt one after another.

He Chen rolled his Adam's apple, his eyes were stained with a flame of desire, and he leaned forward to kiss her, "Baby, the bow is not..."

Before he could say anything, he noticed something was wrong.

At this time, the four buttons on the front of the man's shirt were all unbuttoned, and the chest under the shirt was clearly structured. Looking down, there are evenly distributed abdominal muscles.

He Chen has a standard wide shoulders and narrow hips, and every inch of his muscles is full of fluid beauty and tension.

In such a beautiful scenery, Yin Mo's slightly trembling eyes stayed impartially on the top of his left chest.

He Chen followed her gaze and suddenly tightened the shirt on the left side, "Small injury."

Yin Mo pulled away his hand and opened the neckline again to concentrate. Her fingertips touched the raised irregular scar, which was pale pink, a sign that the new wound was soon healed.

"This is a knife wound." Yin Mo said flatly, touching his fingertips lightly, and frowning, stating: "The tip of the knife penetrated into the flesh, and he twisted it half a turn clockwise, didn't it? "

He Chen didn't speak, and silence was the default.

The reason Yin Mo ripped his clothes was because he accidentally touched this scar on his palm.

She touched the obstructive scar, her tone was calm and indifferent, "Is it the hand of the He family?"

"Half and half." He Chen did not conceal, holding her hand in his palm, "do you feel bad?"

Yin Mo raised his eyelids and stared at him, but his seemingly calm eyes were covered with imperceptible gloom, "The one who did it, is he dead?"

He Chen sighed and twisted her face out of the window, "Baby, it’s a pity not to look at the beautiful scenery."

Yin Mo patted his hand away, looked back and pulled at his shirt, "I ask you if he is dead?"

He Chen leaned back heavily, gritted his teeth and said: "Yin Mo, I think you **** want me to die!"

Desire to death!

Her little hands are soft, touching his chest, really think he is Liu Xiahui?

Yin Mo bit the corner of his mouth, as if to stand up from his arms, "Then I will check it myself."

Served.

He Chen reluctantly encircled her waist, and coaxed in a calm tone: "Not dead yet, but not far from death, satisfied?"

Yin Mo glanced at him and nodded clearly, "I'll help you take revenge."

He Chen licked her cheeks, clasped the back of her head, and kissed fiercely, "Sooner or later I will be **** off by you."

Yin Mo's thoughts are not on the same channel as him at all, and his eyes are always stuck to his chest, staring at the scar with a clean gaze without any distractions, not knowing what he is thinking.

He Chen's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he simply leaned into her ear and whispered, "If you feel so distressed, why don't you kiss him?"

Yin Mo's eyes flickered twice, as if thinking about whether to kiss or not.

Then, He Chen took the lead in dispelling this idea, tightening Yin Mo's waist, and placing her on the next seat.

Fuck!

Can't kiss anymore, he has already started to hurt underneath.

……

Five minutes later, the two of them walked out of the Ferris wheel holding hands.

He Chen's handsome eyebrows are full of complexity, and he looks at Yin Mo from time to time while walking.

It is hard to imagine that in front of Yin Mo, he was impulsively like an unmanned boy.

Yin Mo's attraction to him is stronger than he thought.

She doesn't need to do anything, standing upright can arouse He Chen's most primitive desires.

This is a trait that no woman has.

Not long after, Yin Mo paused and walked around and said quietly: "I'll go to the bathroom."

He Chen raised his eyebrows and said to the building on the left, "Go, don't run around."

Yin Mo smiled at him, walked into the bathroom door, and took out his mobile phone to call Li Qiao.

At the same time, Li Qiao was still confining in Yanhuang Private Hospital.

Seeing the caller ID, she slid down unhurriedly to answer, "Second Sister?"

Yin Mo didn't have any extra greetings, and started straight to the point: "Qiaoqiao, I remember that you and Lao Wu had developed a special wound healing medicine at the border before, do you still have it?"

"Yes." Li Qiao narrowed her eyes, her tone sinking a little, "Who is injured?"

Yin Mo licked the corner of his mouth, "Not yet, but I want to keep it for future use."

Li Qiao paused, shook her head and laughed, "Tomorrow I will ask Wei Ang to bring you, ten bottles are enough?"

"Should be enough." Yin Mo thought for a few seconds, "Can that special medicine also eliminate scars?"

Li Qiao said yes.

Yin Mo unconsciously touched his upper right arm, "Then...give me twenty bottles."

Li Qiao: "..."

She wanted to tease without a smile, "How many old wounds are there on you two?"

Yin Mo said, "It's not much, he has..."

She didn't finish her words, she shut up annoyed.

Something seems to be exposed.

Li Qiao didn’t ask all the questions, but she smiled slightly, “It seems that twenty bottles may not be enough. Xia Laowu’s laboratory has recently developed a new type of trauma medicine, and Wei Ang will give it to him. You."

After Yin Mo thanked him, he hung up the phone in a hurry.

In the ward, Li Qiao glanced at her mobile phone, tilted her head to stare at Shang Yu who was standing in front of the window, "Second Sister and Chen Ge... progress is quite fast."

The man leaned on the window sill with one hand in his pocket and stood against the light, curling his thin lips, "Happy to see it?"

"Of course." Li Qiao put down her mobile phone, raised her head to face the man, smiled and said, "Yin's second wife is worth it."