?Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Shut up! I don’t want to talk to you! Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Shut up! I don’t want to talk to you! When the bodyguard returned to the car and drove off, Qiao Ruoxin’s long hair had already be disheveled.
With a resentful look in her eyes, she turned to the man next to her, “It’s all your fault, my hair’s a mess.”
Mo Chen, however, touched her head and said in a deep voice, “Disheveled beauty.”
She snorted coldly, “Is your shoulder healed? Or do you want to add some new injuries?”
The man chuckled, “Like biting people so much? Can you bite somewhere else?”
“…”
She really wanted to cover this man’s mouth and snapped, “Shut up! I don’t want to talk to you!”
The car slowly stopped outside Mansion Number Seven.
Mo Chen looked at her, “Little Ghost, go back and take a bath, have dinner, and go to sleep. I won’t being back tonight; I’ll go to the warm springs with you tomorrow evening.”
“Do you have official business to attend to?”
“Yes.”
Qiao Ruoxin couldn’t help but act spoiled, hugging him, “Mo Chen, drink less.”
“Little Ghost, are you ready?” he asked, lowering his head close to her ear.
Her cheeks instantly turned red, and she pushed the man away, “What’s there to prepare for? It’s not like I’ve never been to the warm springs before.”
Mo Chen burst intoughter, his slender fingers pinched her tender cheek, “Be good, call me if anythinges up.”
“Yeah, got it!”
The man got out of the car and left.
She rolled down the window, watched his retreating figure, then waved her hand.
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Returning to Mansion One of the Jiang Estate.
Qiao Ruoxin took a bath, and then saw that the bodyguards had alreadyid out the meal they had ordered for her in the dining room.
“Miss Qiao, since it’ste, Mr. Mo asked us to order a meal for you.”
“Yeah, it’s fine, it’s all dishes I like to eat.”
While eating, she asked, “Do you know why Mr. Mo isn’ting home tonight?”
The bodyguard replied in a deep voice, “I don’t know. I am now only responsible for your safety, and I’m not too clear about Mr. Mo’s matters.”
“Oh… That’s fine, you can go now.”
She couldn’t help but feel a bit strange. What exactly was Mo Chen busy with?
So busy that he wouldn’te home for the night? With his severe germophobia, could he really sleep or stayfortable outside?
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Mansion Number Seven, VIP room.
Mo Chen sat on the single-seater sofa, looking at the psychologist opposite him, and said coldly, “What would be the consequences if I touched a woman before I’ve ovee my psychological barriers?”
“There are two possibilities, the first is that nothing would happen, and maybe from then on, the demon in your mind would disappear. The second, the condition might worsen, and you could potentially break down mentally, but to be specific, it’s hard to say.”
The man’s dark eyes dimmed a bit, his attitude cold and calm, “Give me twice the dosage of the medication.”
“Mr. Mo, are you sure you want to do this? Taking too much of these drugs can have side effects.”
Mo Chen let out a scornfulugh, “Just this once.”
“All right.”
If he really wanted to keep Qiao Ruoxin by his side for life, he had to force himself to heal.
Otherwise, how long could that Little Ghost endure?
Mo Chen looked at the pile of pills, his gaze severe, lips tightly pursed.
He swallowed all of the medication and drank half a ss of water.
He leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes.
Images from that video shed through his mind again, men and women entwined together.
The faces were still unclear, but the woman’s earlobe wearing Starfish Earrings was visible.
The psychologist beside him hinted, “Forget those memories; perhaps they’re just some scenes you saw unintentionally that have nothing to do with you. There’s no need to torture yourself with them.”