Sweet Wife Threw Herself Into Arms - C42

“So timid, huh?” Qi Junhao narrowed his eyes, and slapped her on the butt with his big hand. Li Mengqi’s body stiffened, and he felt a warm current slowly flowing out of her body.

Crap!

As she was lost in thought, Qi Junhao picked her up in his arms.

“Hey, put me down!”

Li Mengqi was anxious. Today was her first day with her elder aunt, but she didn’t expect so much. She had originally planned to go to the washroom to change a piece of tampon, but who knew that he would suddenly kill his way out.

Thinking up to here, she tried her best to struggle free, but she was hugged too tightly. No matter how hard she tried, the man firmly restrained her. In his arms.

In a moment of desperation, she tugged on his collar and threatened, “If you don’t let me down, I’ll strangle you to death!”

Qi Junhao couldn’t hold back his laughter. He moved closer to her, his sexy lips curled up in a malicious grin, “I like it more when you kill me in bed.”

“Bastard!” Qi Junhao gave a muffled groan, but still did not let go of her. He spread his long legs, walked straight to the VIP elevator, and licked his finger on the elevator door. After the elevator door opened, he carried her inside.

Seeing him press down on the top floor, no matter how stupid Li Mengqi was, she knew that he was going to bring her to his room.

“Qi Junhao, I need to go to the washroom, please let me down, quickly!”

Wuu wuu, if you don’t hurry up, it’ll be too late.

“Don’t worry, I have one in my room.” Qi Junhao had no idea what was going on with her. Besides, he had finally managed to hold her in his arms. How could he let her go so easily?

“It’s too late …” Li Mengqi’s voice was muffled. To Qi Junhao’s ears, it sounded like a tragic defeat.

It wasn’t something she could control just because she wanted to. She could only let it flow. At this moment, Li Mengqi could feel that her dress was already covered with a sticky substance, making it impossible for her to see anyone.

Heavens, let her die.

“What’s late?” Sensing her strangeness, Qi Junhao frowned. His handsome face was filled with shock.

“Your sleeve has been stained by me.” Li Mengqi bit her lip, her delicate face completely red.

“Dirty? “Why?” The man’s deep black eyes unconsciously looked down.

“The aunt is here!” It took almost all her strength to say this.

Wuu wuu, this is too embarrassing. Just give her a piece of tofu and she’ll kill herself!

“…” A trace of unease flashed across the handsome man who had reacted. He coughed lightly, feigning calmness as he asked, “How many days has it been?”

Li Mengqi was stunned for a moment. How could he have ever imagined that she would still be so calm after such a terrible thing happened?

Didn’t he know that it was very unlucky for a woman’s things to be stained on a man? Or was he already used to it?

This kind of understanding made her feel very uncomfortable. There was something sour fermenting in her heart, “Why are you asking so much?”

“Alright, I won’t ask.” Qi Junhao looked at her lovingly as the elevator door opened and he carried her into the suite. He didn’t put her down until they were standing in the washroom.

Li Mengqi was standing in the washroom, watching as Qi Junhao opened the shower in a flurry. For a moment, her face was a mess in the wind.

He … Was he helping her put in a bath?

She stood blankly in place, watching him earnestly try out the temperature of the water for her. At this time, her heart seemed to have a strange feeling, gradually passing by. It was a little warm, and also a little sour.

“Take a bath to make it more comfortable. This bathrobe is very clean. Let’s take a shower first.”

Qi Junhao took off his suit jacket and put it in the trash can, only to see her still standing there with a mischievous look in her eyes, “What are you waiting for, do you want me to help you wash it?”

“What nonsense are you spouting? Hurry up and get out.” Li Mengqi shook her head and shyly pushed him.

Qi Junhao was quite cooperative, and stopped teasing her. With a ‘bang’, he closed the bathroom door.

Checking the bathroom’s equipment, Li Mengqi found that there was a bathrobe and towel ready, and even some one-time pants. This really deserved to be called a 7-star presidential suite.

Placing her bag on the shelf, she slowly took off her clothes before entering the shower room.

The water temperature that Qi Junhao had set for her was extremely high, just right for her. Li Mengqi was somewhat surprised by this coincidence. After all, she was used to the temperature of the water, which was much higher than normal people’s, especially at such an occasion.

Hot water sprinkled on her slightly bloated abdomen, alleviating the uncomfortable feeling.

After having a comfortable hot bath, Li Mengqi had just put on her underwear and a bathrobe when her cellphone in her bag rang. It was as if something had exploded in her head, causing her eyes to widen. Heavens —

Brother?

She had actually completely forgotten about her big brother?!

He was dead for sure!

Li Mengqi scratched her head and hurriedly ran over to answer the phone. Who knew that her feet would accidentally slip …

Ah!

The screams from the washroom startled Qi Junhao, who was sitting outside, reading the documents. He threw the documents in his hand and rushed inside.

In the bathroom, there was a dense fog. The snow-white woman was curled up on the ground. The bathrobe on her body was ajar, and a faint fragrance wafted out. The sexy scene was stimulating a man’s senses.

However, Qi Junhao was too busy to care about anything else. He ran to her side and squatted down, “Are you alright?”

Li Mengqi furrowed her brows in distress. Just now, in order to protect her head, she reflexively used her hand to block. Luckily, she hit the thick carpet and didn’t break it.

“Where did he fall? Let me see.” Qi Junhao touched her shoulder with a cautious hand.

Li Mengqi bit her lip. She had always been afraid of pain, not to mention when a woman was on leave, she had always been sensitive to pain. Coupled with the pain coming from her arm, it made her want to cry.

For a moment, the feeling of being cared for by Qi Junhao rose in her heart. She sniffed his nose, and his words were accompanied by a tinge of tears, “My hand … It hurts a little.”

Looking at her clear almond-shaped eyes, which seemed to be filled with a layer of mist and mist, and his perky eyelashes gently blinked. He looked especially innocent, and Qi Junhao felt as if his heart was being wrenched in his chest, feeling extremely uncomfortable.