Chapter 212 He Didn’t Come Back

"Think carefully. When you were entangled with others, did he ever give you a chance? He didn't make you bear all the 1 billion."

Jian Mo felt that this was a bit too much information. She stared at Liang Qiu blankly and subconsciously retorted: "He said it himself, we are doing a deal."

"Don't listen to him, just look at your own feelings."

Mingyuan. 10 p.m.

"Madam, the master is not at home today." The servant said to Jian Mo respectfully and apologetically.

Then, the courage Jian Mo relied on Liang Qiu to give her collapsed in an instant. She had imagined countless reactions when she saw Huo Qichen, whether it was contempt or cold eyes, she accepted it all. In the end, he didn't come back at all!

Jian Mo appeared quite calm, "Then do you know where he went?"

“…I don’t know about that.”

Jian Mo hesitated for a moment, and decided to wait for Huo Qichen to come back. She went straight to the master bedroom and decided to wait there for Huo Qichen to come back. It was already ten o'clock, and he hadn't come back yet. What was he doing?

The furnishings in the master bedroom have not changed, but the air is filled with a strong scent that belongs to him. Every breath makes my heart palpitate, and I feel so nostalgic.

The things on the bed were in a mess. Jian Mo clearly remembered that they were tidy before she left.

The balcony door was not closed. When she walked out, the wind brought a strong smell of smoke. Jian Mo frowned habitually. The smell made her feel disgusted.

After calming down, she realized that the ashtray on the table was filled with cigarette butts, some of which were only half-smoked and then stubbed out. The room was filled with silence, and Jian Mo's heart trembled, with only the sound of wind in her ears.

Huo Qi Chen never came back. She was afraid of the cold, so she huddled in bed, occupying only a small corner.

When Jian Mo opened her eyes again, she was still enveloped in darkness. The darkness was silent and cold. She felt for her cell phone on the bed. It was icy cold. She turned on the screen and the time showed: three o'clock in the morning.

He has not returned yet.

Jian Mo's sleepiness instantly dissipated. She stiffly stood up, slowly bent her legs, hugged her knees and lowered her head. Suddenly, she felt very frustrated and sad. See, I overestimated myself.

She didn't know how long she kept this posture until she heard the "click" sound of a door opening from somewhere. She suddenly raised her head and moved like a frightened rabbit. Incredible thoughts spread in her mind and her whole body was full of alert.

In the completely dark room, Jian Mo heard careless footsteps coming from the direction of the bathroom, walking all the way to the bed, carrying the familiar scent of bath water. Then, the only sound she could hear in the world was her own heartbeat, as clear as a drum.

The other person walked straight to the bed and stopped in front of him.

Jian Mo felt the burning gaze on herself, which was very unbearable.

After standing there for about half a minute, the other party finally moved. He suddenly bent down and put his hands across both sides of her trembling body in a hugging gesture. She held her breath and trembled.

He moved closer and flicked on a nightlight on the bedside table behind her.

Suddenly there was light.

The retina became clear from blurry. Jian Mo stared blankly at the scene in front of her with her eyes wide open. The man's face, as beautiful as ever, was now three centimeters above her cheek. He was kneeling on one knee beside her, his body half bent, with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. He was naked elsewhere. Water droplets were still flowing on his body after bathing, and his eyes were clear and terrifying.

He exuded a silent and powerful aura. Jian Mo's fear reached its peak at this moment, and her well-crafted words had long since disappeared.

It was so sudden that I didn't know how to react.

"...You're back..." Jian Mo spoke softly after finally regaining a bit of rationality.

Unexpectedly, the next second, the man suddenly exerted force with his hands, and pressed his whole body forward, pressing her forcefully under him. Jian Mo let out a light cry, and pressed her hands against his chest, her muscles tense.

The man's eyes were full of amusement. He then buried his head in her neck and finally spoke: "When did you come?"

Jian Mo's heartbeat never stopped. "Don't you know that?"

"If I don't come back today, are you going to wait like this forever?"

The warm breath gently sprayed on her small ear, tickling it slightly.

"I said I would wait for you..."

Huo Qi Chen was slightly moved.

"I've been busy with social events for too long and wasted time." This was his explanation to her.

He remembered that when he returned to the villa not long ago, the servant on duty told him that his wife had been waiting for him for a long time.

Pushing open the door of the master bedroom, the little woman curled up by the bed was already asleep. She slept very peacefully and quietly, occupying only a small corner, with her black hair spread out and a hint of pink on her porcelain-white face.

The moment he saw her, Huo Qichen's restless heart seemed to have found its home. The words that wanted to wake the woman up stopped in his throat. He stepped back, sat aside, and looked at her quietly under the light of a small lamp.

She seemed to be dreaming of something, her chest suddenly heaving, her lips and teeth moving, and she was saying something in a very low voice.

Huo Qichen leaned forward to listen, and was shocked. She was saying, "Huo Qichen..."

Then he understood her intention.

Such a Jian Mo has a sense of pride, but is not stubborn. She is good at bowing her head and knows what is the perfect solution. She is more beautiful than flowers and snow, and touches people's hearts with details.

That's enough. Huo Qichen thought as he pressed on Jian Mo.

Her step was a sign of weakness, and it hit him right in the nick of time. At this point, he definitely wouldn't embarrass himself any further.

The man's kisses landed on her lips, shoulders, and neck one after another, easily igniting her cold body and making it burn. He tore off her coat with familiarity. Jian Mo didn't understand his routine and suppressed her moans, "I have something to tell you..."

Little did she know that her kitten-like cry actually aroused the man's desire.

Huo Qichen's hand paused for a moment, but only for a moment, and he lit fire again. "Hold on to what you want to say. I can't promise I will show mercy once you say it."

The implication is: If you don't want to suffer tonight, don't talk.

Jian Mo is not a stubborn woman. She is well aware of the routine and no longer resists.

The sound of clothes being torn brought Jian Mo back to her senses. She suddenly remembered something and opened her eyes wide. Huo Qichen was one step ahead of her, slightly raising himself up and looking at her clothes attentively. His eyes deepened and he smiled, "Jian Mo, you dress like this and come to talk to me, such a dangerous man?"

The last two words have an upward ending tone.

Jian Mo was only wearing a black silk miniskirt, which didn't cover anything. Under the dim yellow light, the woman's porcelain-white skin was breathtaking, and the more tight-fitting clothes made people's blood boil.

Hook, love, desire hook people's hearts.

Jian Mo's face was so red that it almost blushed. Knowing that there was nowhere to escape, she turned her head away in despair, silently resisting.