Chapter 44 You Held Me Tight All Night!

Zhimu being together. Regardless of whether the cause of the accident that day was related to Gu Ruyue, before there was any evidence, she was after all Qiao Baier's aunt, so she spoke politely.And w..."This can't be possible, this is clearly your WeChat account..."

Yè Qì handed her phone to Yè Wēi. Yè Wēi looked at the phone screen and her face immediately became tense.

“Usually, my manager handles my Weibo and WeChat,” Ye Wei felt that someone was secretly operating behind the scenes, so she immediately called her manager, but the other party said they hadn't been on WeChat today.

Yèwēi's eyes were filled with panic.

She suddenly thought of something, she knew that some people could get her password very easily...

"Sister, you said this WeChat message wasn't sent by you, who was it..."

Ye Xi looked puzzled. However, just as she finished asking her question, a tall figure happened to stride past the corridor on her left.

Yè Xī met the man's deep gaze, and she was stunned.

Jun Zhimu coldly glanced at them, holding a stack of files in his right hand, and strode past them.

Ye Xi and Ye Wei's hearts skipped a beat. The cold, sharp look in his eyes just now clearly carried a warning...

"Is it him"

Yè Xī trembled and spoke, immediately fearfully grabbing Yè Wēi's hand, "Sister, what, what should we do, did he find out about the last time we kidnapped Qiáo Bǎo'ěr..."

"It's impossible," Ye Xi quickly comforted herself, "Liu YiyI is back recently, and he hasn't paid any attention to Qiao Baoru's kidnapping..." Otherwise, with Jun Zhimu's abilities, he would have taken action long ago.

But just now...

Ye Wei's mind was also in a mess. It was clearly Jun Zhimu who sent the WeChat message to Ye Xi.

"Why did he suddenly ask me to bring the children over to Jun's house" Ye Xi felt a surge of fear in her heart.

Ye Wei's face also wore an expression of suppressed fear and anxiety, "I don't know."

Did Junzhi's intention involve marrying Ye Xi and Yi Sicheng But why would he do so...

What on earth does he want to do

"Who knows what he's thinking, he's so moody and difficult to deal with. Jun Zhi Mu, you bastard..."

Jo Baoer had a miserable day, and she was stewing in a hot bath. She pounded the water angrily, sending up a cloud of bubbles.

Qiao Wenyu and Yi Sicen and the others had already left, but Qiao Baier had no appetite. She skipped dinner tonight and stayed in her bedroom alone, sulking.

I thought a bath would help me relax, but the longer I soaked, the more upset I became.

Yi Sicheng and Ye Xi are about to get married, Qiao Wenyu favors those two fox spirits with the surname Ye again, and Jun Zhimu is angry at her for no reason...

"Why is it always my fault Why is this so unfair Why!" She was fuming, her cheeks flushed, having vented her complaints in the bathroom for what felt like ages.

Even Qiao Bao'er herself didn't know how long she had been soaking. She only felt a little dizzy in her head. When she wanted to get up, she found that her limbs were weak and powerless.

With a thud, the body sank back into the bathtub.

The water buffer hadn't hurt me. Just as I was about to call the maid over, the door was flung open quickly.

"Could you help me up My legs are weak..."

She lay limply in the bathtub, idly playing with the bubbles.

"You! You've been soaking here since this afternoon!" The voice was icy cold, suppressing anger.

Qiao Bao'er's mind was a bit slow, she raised her head and looked at the person above her with a blurry gaze.

Before she could even make out what was happening, the other person seemed enraged. They rushed forward and pulled her right out of the bathtub...

His movements were very eager, Qiao Baier's nose bumped into his strong chest, "What are you doing, can't you be gentler..." She rubbed her nose and immediately complained repeatedly.

The man was furious, about to reprimand her, but his eyes fell on her bare body, and a surge of heat flooded his heart...

"A little cold..."

Suddenly, the woman in front of him muttered defiantly.

As soon as his icy words left his lips, Qiao Bao'er shivered and looked up. Only then did she see that the man before her was indeed Jun Zhimù.

Jun Zhi Mu looked at her slow reaction, his face darkening. He immediately grabbed a large bath towel nearby, wrapped the woman up, and carried her out of the bathroom horizontally.

"Don't move!"

He lifted her onto the edge of the bed, originally intending to simply throw her down, but her hair was all wet!

Joe Baoer soaked for too long, her whole body was limp and weak, rarely so docile and letting him toss her about.

Never mind, I just leaned my body against him, resting my head on his shoulder. This way felt very comfortable leaning against him, and occasionally I still grumbled, “Junzhi Mu, don't pull my hair so hard, it hurts a bit.”

Jun's shepherd lowered his eyes, glaring fiercely at her slightly flushed cheek. With his right hand, he picked up a towel and still served to wipe the hair of this dead woman.

Young Master Jun had never served a woman, let alone blow-dried her hair.

So, Junzhi Mu worked hard to dry her long hair.

"Qiao Bao'er! Flip over—"

Her forehead was still damp, the dead woman sprawled on him like a koala, not even bothering to move.

The Shepherd had no choice but to take the hairdryer and aim it at her forehead…

"Ouch! Why are you blowing your hairdryer at my face, it's so hot!"

Jo Bao'er screamed as if she had been murdered, struggling with her hands to resist. Jun Zhi Mu's face was dark and grim, he endured with great effort not to lash out, "Shut up!"

But Master Jun, who is in charge of serving people by blowing their hair, really doesn't have any talent. That hot air dryer kept blowing at Qiao Baoer's scalp, and she couldn't stand it anymore...

"No, no—"

The maid outside the door looked nervous, wanting to go in but afraid to. The voice sounded rather suggestive.

Suddenly, there was a loud BANG from inside the room!

The maids looked at each other, afraid something serious had happened. They immediately pushed open the door, "Young Master Zhimu, is something..." what's wrong

Before she could finish her words, two maids who had burst into the room froze in stunned silence.

What is going on here

The hair dryer fell to the floor, and on the big bed, Qiao Bao'er was pressed down by Jun Zhimu, the two bodies close together entwined...

The maid's cheeks flushed red. It seemed their young mistress was so fierce...

He awkwardly turned and shut the door quickly, not daring to disturb their master's special private moment.

But at this moment, inside the bedroom, Junzhi Mu who was pressed underneath seemed to be stimulated, startled, and didn't react.

He opened his eyes slightly to look at the woman on top of him. Her soft lips were gently kissing the sensitive spot on his throat, teasing every nerve in his body. It made him feel very, very hot...

"Jo Bao'er, you want..." His voice became hazy and hoarse.

"I don't want anything!"

Jo Bao'er wasn't very quick-witted. Hearing her great-uncle's sinister tone, she quickly flipped like a salted fish and moved away from him.

To be honest, Junzhi Mu's build is too hard, it's really uncomfortable. Her hair is also dry. Now she lies stiffly on the soft bed and sighs contentedly, completely unwilling to move.

"I'm going to sleep," she whispered, closing her eyes.

Tell him to leave her alone!

Jun Zhi Mu tightened his lips, glaring at her with hatred. He'd been married to her for a month, and it was already testing his patience!

Please note: I can only translate the text within theore a size too big coat and pants, covering up all the bruises on his body...""Do you also drag him over here and pin him down, forcing medicine on him" Zhu Xiaowei didn't know why, but she found hers...