C8 I Picked up a Little Wild Cat

The tall and lofty European style buildings were brightly lit, comparable to the palace. There were lush and verdant lawns all around.

The main building was four stories high, and around it were many smaller secondary buildings.

As for the others, she didn't have the time to look at them any further.

She finally understood why Lin Xiao said that Mo Zhan was the target of countless women.

If you pounce on this man, you will experience the thrill of holding the whole world in your hands. Just once was enough.

But she had no interest in these things.

The person who only wanted to live an honest life had, in just a few short days, pounced on him twice. If the huge army of ladies who wanted to pounce on him knew, they could swallow her alive.

As he thought about this, his mouth curved up in a self-deprecating smile.

Mo Zhan parked the car in front of the mansion. He glanced at Han Xiaoxiao, who was still giggling foolishly, then got out of the car and closed the door.

The sound of the car door closing interrupted Han Xiaoxiao's free ride. She hastily opened the door and moved her stiff body. Her foot had just stepped on the ground, causing her to gasp in pain.

He sat in the car with Mo Zhan until he became numb, and his right ankle was swollen to the point that it was comparable to a carrot.

She raised her head and looked at Mo Zhan's back that was walking towards the mansion. Knowing that she couldn't get any help from him, she winked and made a face at his back.

Gritting his teeth, he limped out of the door and dragged the box out before slamming the door open with a vengeful look on his face.

Mo Zhan's back paused for a moment as if he was patient and then continued to walk.

Han Xiaoxiao held on to her suitcase and limped for a few steps. The pain was excruciating, so she took her injured right foot and started to jump on one leg.

After jumping a few steps, she found that, no, the moment she landed on the ground, the gravity pulled on her pitiful right foot, making it worse. He had to start lame again.

Mo Zhan's steps gradually slowed down. The disturbance behind him made him feel annoyed. Finally, he impatiently turned around and rushed to the stunned Han Xiaoxiao with a cold expression. He cursed in a low voice, "Troublesome!" Then he bent down and picked her up.

Han Xiaoxiao didn't expect to be treated like a princess by Cinderella again. She looked at Mo Zhan with a shocked expression and said, "My box."

"Someone will come to collect it."

Han Xiaoxiao no longer said anything. She just stayed in Mo Zhan's embrace without looking at his face. She just stared at the buttons on her chest and studied its material and workmanship.

This time, the little deer in her heart did not come out to cause trouble. She knew very well that Mo Zhan did this because he cared about her. He just thought that she was a burden.

Sometimes it's not a good thing to know too much, because you know it.

Entering the villa, Han Xiaoxiao sighed at its magnificence and elegance. She was then thrown by Mo Zhan onto a luxurious brown Italian leather hand-made sofa. It really was thrown.

She didn't go crazy and was already familiar with Mo Zhan's behavior. He only used his small hands to touch the sofa beneath him, sighing at the soft and silky feel of the sofa, it was as exquisite as touching a woman's smooth skin.

The rich only knew how to enjoy themselves.

A servant ran over with a benevolent smile, "Young Master, you've returned." It was an elderly woman in her fifties, amiable.

Mo Zhan looked at Han Xiaoxiao expressionlessly. "This is Aunt Liu. If you have any questions in the future, you can ask her."

Han Xiaoxiao smiled and nodded at Aunt Liu, "Hello, Aunt Liu."

Aunt Liu sized up Han Xiaoxiao with a beaming smile, "You must be Young Mistress! Look at those big watery eyes, they're so pretty! I told you that our Young Master has the best eye. "

Lili's face was slightly hot. No one had ever complimented her so enthusiastically and unadorned before. She said softly, "Thank you, Aunt Liu." My name is Han Xiaoxiao, and you can call me Xiaoxiao. "

The word "Young Mistress" was too ironic.

"The Young Mistress is the Young Mistress, how can I call her by name?" "Don't be polite with me. You are the master and I am a servant. If you have any orders in the future, feel free to tell me!"

Han Xiaoxiao had never been praised like this before. She forced an awkward smile and said, "Thank you." She was used to Mo Zhan's cold and dark personality, so she thought that everyone in his family should be like him.

Someone pushed open the door and entered, "Young Master, where do we put the boxes?" It was the servant who brought in Han Xiaoxiao's suitcase.

"The first guest room to the right of the second floor."

"Yes." The servant quickly went upstairs.

Han Xiaoxiao saw the doubt on Aunt Liu's face. He mocked himself: Of course, the person she called Young Mistress just now actually slept in the guest room. Everyone would be surprised by that.

Aunt Liu looked at the two of them. The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Han Xiaoxiao's stomach rumbled at the right time. Her ears became red, and she wanted nothing more than to slap it to death. She really knew how to pick up time! She had worked late in the evening and had forgotten to eat.

Ye Zichen looked up at Mo Zhan secretly. He glanced at her stomach, which was about to reach her waist. The corner of his mouth curled into a mocking smile.

Han Xiaoxiao thought to herself in annoyance: This black guy is making a fool out of himself again!

Aunt Liu, on the other hand, understood the situation tacitly, secretly amused. "I just happen to be going to make supper. You two can have a chat slowly." With that, he swiftly disappeared from the living room.

After Aunt Liu left, the air in the living room became chilly. Han Xiaoxiao subconsciously held her left arm.

Mo Zhan glanced at her, his sarcasm drifting through the air. "You are such a dedicated man, who forgets to eat and sleep. What benefits did Chu Zimo give you? To make you work for him like this. "No wonder he wants to drive with you at night."

His sarcastic remarks made Han Xiaoxiao both embarrassed and annoyed. Why was the word "night car" so unpleasant to hear when it came out of his mouth?

He had originally wanted to have nothing better to do with Zhang Xuan, but to think that the other party would come looking for trouble!

He looked up at him and said in an unfriendly tone, "What night car? You are the one driving the night car, right? I'm just a rookie intern. If I don't work, how can I sit here and wait for the company to fire me? What does it have to do with Chu Zimo? I'm working for myself. If I don't have a job, why would I go to the northwest wind to drink? "

Mo Zhan smiled and stooped down at an appropriate speed. He used both his hands to support Han Xiaoxiao's body and trapped her inside the sofa, nose to nose.

His two thick eyelashes fluttered in front of Han Xiaoxiao. Han Xiaoxiao only saw evil intentions in her eyes. Her heart raced as she leaned against the back of the sofa. The sinister smile on his face made her want to escape.

Mo Zhan seemed to know her thoughts, and only after forcing her to retreat did he stare into her guarded eyes and slowly opened his mouth, with a relaxed and joyful tone, "You will be the young mistress of the Mo family soon, who dares to make you drink in the northwest wind? "Even if you want to work hard, it's for me, Mo Zhan. As for the others, don't even think about them."

He spoke each word as if he were mocking her for selling her marriage. Han Xiaoxiao was stung, angry, and a burst of brute force lifted his hand from her.

Mo Zhan moved faster. He grabbed both of her wrists and, relying on his physical advantage, pushed her onto the back of the sofa.

"Let me go!" Han Xiaoxiao shouted and kicked at him. She wanted to get as far away from him as possible, and the pain was forgotten.

Mo Zhan bent his right leg and pressed it against her randomly kicking legs, causing her to be unable to move on the sofa.

He looked down at her anger and said, "It seems that I've picked up a wild cat."

Han Xiaoxiao stared at him, breathing heavily. Her chest heaved with anger. He knew that he couldn't beat him, so he didn't waste any energy.

He stared fearlessly into his ink-like eyes and said, "Young Master Mo, you know better than anyone that my title of Young Mistress of the Mo family is just a transaction. I, Han Xiaoxiao, don't have much ability, but I'm not that naive either. "What belongs to the Mo family belongs to the Mo family. What belongs to me belongs to me."

Mo Zhan smiled at her in satisfaction and raised his eyebrows: "Not bad, a bit self-conscious."

He bent over and pecked her on the lips. "This is the reward."

"You!" Han Xiaoxiao's cheeks were red and her eyes were wide open as she stared at him with anger.

This man was definitely number one in the most shameless ranking!

F * ck his reward! She, Han Xiaoxiao, was not a pet. It did not matter!

He tilted his head to the side, too lazy to look at her. Communicating with him was like playing a lute to a cow. Not only was it a waste of effort, it was also asking to be humiliated!

Mo Zhan looked at her with a faint smile and slowly let her go before turning around and leaving.

When Han Xiaoxiao heard the sound of "deng deng" coming up the stairs, she sat up straight and let out a long breath. Finally, he no longer needed to breathe in the same space as him.

After calming down, he felt an unbearable pain on his right ankle. He gritted his teeth as he held his right foot, not knowing what to do.

She secretly cursed Mo Zhan, this bastard. It must have been due to her injuries from kicking him a few times just now.

The bottle of ointment Chu Zimo gave her was thrown away again, he intentionally wanted to kill her!

Why was it that every time she met him, she would always be the unlucky one? If she was under a roof in the future, wouldn't she become the biggest unlucky bastard of the century?

As he thought of this, he shook his head, "Impossible! "Impossible!"

Mo Zhan went downstairs and laughed when he saw her talking to herself nervously.

Han Xiaoxiao automatically blocked his view and didn't look at him or listen. She only focused on her feet.

The sound of his footsteps approaching her made her scalp tingle. Something bad is going to happen!

Mo Zhan stood in front of her. With a "dong" sound, he threw something on the sofa and rolled it over to Han Xiaoxiao's legs.

She turned her head and casually glanced at it. She almost thought that she was in a visual hallucination and focused her mind to look at it again.

That's right! It was a bottle of injurious oil. Did he change his nature?

He reached out his hand hesitantly and picked it up, feeling that it was useless: he didn't seem to be that annoying.

Even he felt disgusted with himself. Why was he so unprincipled?

She was used to him tormenting her, so just a small favor was enough to make her break down in tears.

Mo Zhan looked at her colorful expression and found it funny. He walked over to the other sofa and sat down. Then he picked up the newspaper and started to read it gracefully.

Han Xiaoxiao stole a glance at him from the corner of her eyes and couldn't help sighing, "A good-looking person will always look good. Even if he is a scoundrel and a hoodlum, he still looks good."

He withdrew his gaze, twisted open the medicinal oil, and poured it onto his hand. Trembling, he applied it onto his ankle.

He rubbed it gently for a moment, and just as he was about to use some strength, the pain caused him to shudder and 'hiss', he sucked in a breath of cold air.

She still felt sorry for herself. She couldn't bear to be cruel to herself any longer. After rubbing the medicine, it was like rubbing moisturizing cream.

Mo Zhan, who was at the side, suddenly threw the newspaper on the table …