Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 336: 335 Use Mo Zixuan to deal with you

Feeling bored alone, Mo Xiuchen stopped teasing her and started eating his food gracefully.

The kiss and the flirtatious words from earlier were quickly put behind by Wen Ran. Her attention was completely devoted to the food on the table. After a few bites, she noticed Mo Xiuchen was eating quite slowly, so she wrinkled her brow and added more food to his bowl.

“Thank you, Ranran.”

Mo Xiuchen thanked her sincerely and continued to eat the food in his bowl.

An hour later, they finished the meal.

Actually, it usually only took Wen Ran half an hour to eat. The rest of the time was spent waiting for Mo Xiuchen. Resting in the chair after the meal, she silently appreciated the elegance of Mo Xiuchen and discovered that watching him eat was also a kind of enjoyment.

After dinner, Mo Xiuchen called Nanny Zhang to clean up, and he walked upstairs with Wen Ran.

When Wen Ran was taking a bath, a certain brazen man insisted on joining her. He claimed that he had restrained himself in the office earlier and now only wanted to take a bath with her, and that he won’t do anything else.

“No way, I’m not bathing with you.”

Wen Ran wasn’t going to be fooled. This man was like a wolf, and she was like a sweet little lamb in front of him. If she were to let her guard down, and serve herself to him like a well-roasted lamb, would the wolf really not eat?

Of course, not possible!

“Ranran, if you won’t let me bathe with you, then we’ll do it again later.”

Mo Xiuchen threatened.

In the end, with his promise, Wen Ran allowed him into the bathroom.

As soon as he entered, the ambiguity in the steam-filled bathroom instantly escalated. Even with her head down, Wen Ran could feel the scorching gaze he was directing at her.

“Ranran, let me help you.”

He stood tall by her side. After a few seconds, he approached her, and Wen Ran instinctively refused, “No, you wash yourself.”

“No, we’ll do it together.”

Mo Xiuchen moved to the side of the bathtub, crouched down, and with his slender fingers touched her creamy skin. Wen Ran’s body uncontrollably trembled.

“Ranran, you’re very sensitive.”

Mo Xiuchen’s voice was husky, his lips curved in an intense smile.

“Close your eyes and soak for a while. I’ll help you wash up and call you when I’m done.”

Perhaps it was his enchanting voice, or maybe because Wen Ran was too tired, she looked at him, then really closed her eyes.

However, not seeing the man beside her did not mean she was not feeling him.

On the contrary, because she couldn’t see him, her feelings actually intensified as his palm moved around, until she could no longer bear Mo Xiuchen’s caress and began to pant softly…

Everything that happened afterwards spun out of control.

It seemed that Mo Xiuchen was bent on testing her restraint. As she started to crumble, he gave up all his restraint. The steamy bathroom soon overflowed with passion…

Late at night

When Wen Ran was gently placed onto the soft bed, she had already fallen into a half-asleep state.

Mo Xiuchen lay down next to her, leaning his tall body against the head of the bed, letting her rest her head on his chest. His hand, prominent with its bones, lightly held her soft hand, and the feeling of her nestling in his arms made his heart as soft as a placid lake.

After gazing at her quietly for a long time, he turned on his phone.

In the afternoon at the company, he turned off his phone, and hers too.

So no one disturbed them that night.

He was thouroughly satisfied with the romance of this world for two. But, she must be tired, because he had been too intense both in the office and in the bath just now.

As soon as he turned on the phone, there were countless missed call notifications.

Fortunately, Mo Xiuchen had specifically turned off the ringer, leaving only the vibration sound, so as not to wake Wen Ran from her dreams.

After he had finished viewing the incoming calls, the tender emotions at the bottom of his eyes gradually dispersed like a cloud, some coldness emerged, and a cold smile appeared on his sensual lips. He dialed a number.

The phone only rang twice before Luo Haofeng’s voice came through.

“Xiuchen, I called you and your phone was off. What’s going on?”

Mo Xiuchen ignored his complaints and casually asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Of course it’s a big deal. Your father brought Mo Zixuan back home. I suspect that he wants to use Mo Zixuan to deal with you. During the last shareholders’ meeting, he took back Mo Zixuan’s shares. Weren’t they not transferred to your name yet?”

At that meeting, Mo Jingteng did take back the shares of Mo Zixuan and Xiao Wenqing, saying that they were all transferred to Mo Xiuchen’s name. But because many shareholders disagreed, and Mo Xiuchen himself was not interested, it has been put on hold until now.

Mo Xiuchen narrowed his eyes, a gloomy light gathered at the bottom of his eyes, and he said indifferently: “If he wants Mo Zixuan to return to the company, then let him return.”

“Xiuchen, are you stupid? Your father’s intentions are so clear. If Mo Zixuan obeys him, he might eventually support Mo Zixuan to edge you out.”

Luo Haofeng’s worries were like a joke in the ears of Mo Xiuchen. He genuinely laughed, the mockery apparent: “Ah Feng, you overestimate Mo Zixuan. Even if he returns to the company, he won’t achieve more than before. It’s late, go to sleep. The old man won’t even pin all his hopes on Mo Zixuan.”

He knew the old man’s tactics too well.

He did this as a warning to him: if he insisted on suppressing the incident without compromise, he would let Mo Zixuan sit in the seat of the president.

The coldness at the corner of his mouth more pronounced. How could a Mo Zixuan get in his way if he, Mo Xiuchen, did not want to step down from his chair? Not even the old man could.

“Aren’t you worried?”

Luo Haofeng wanted to say something else, but Mo Xiuchen casually interrupted him: “We’ll find out about it from Ah Mu tomorrow morning. Nothing will happen in one night, and we can talk about everything else tomorrow. I’m going to rest.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone, without considering Luo Haofeng’s worries on the other end.

He put the phone on the small table beside the bed, thought for a moment, then picked it up and turned it off.

Tonight, he didn’t want to do anything. No matter what havoc the outside world caused, he just wanted to hug his beloved woman and have a good sleep.

Only after adjusting the light to its softest and dimmest state did he carefully lift Wen Ran’s head, lay down slowly, turned to his side, and lowered his head to leave a gentle kiss on her forehead. Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, his emotions quickly calmed down.

“Ranran, good night!”

A gentle curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. He whispered to the woman in her dreams. Even though she was asleep, it seemed like she could sense him. She burrowed her little face into his chest and continued her dream.