Outright Favoritism

Chapter 1071 Compromise

At seven o’clock, it took a long time for He Chen and Yin Mogu to get dressed and went downstairs to dine.

Yin Mo slowly sat down, gathered half-dry wavy hair, and asked inexplicably, “What’s the matter? Why are you looking at me like this?”

She subconsciously looked at what she was wearing, a clean white T-shirt and jeans, what’s worth paying attention to?

Opposite He Chen, with three buttons on his neckline, his left arm resting on the corner of the table, and his aggressive eyes staring at Yin Mo deeply.

The man took the toast without a word, took a bite, chewed the food carefully, and licked the corner of his mouth.

Yin Mo frowned shallowly, lowered his head and cut the fried egg, “The erythema on your body has not disappeared. If you really don’t want to go to the hospital, how about I accompany you to the Shang’s Medicine Hall?”

The anti-allergic ointment did not seem to work, Yin Mo was obviously worried about his physical condition.

At this moment, He Chen’s eyelids drooped, and he chuckled his thin lips, “Is that necessary?”

Yin Mo said yes, and his eyes were very persistent.

He Chen looked at her deeply for a moment, then nodded and agreed, “Go go, go after dinner.”

His compromising tone received Yin Mo’s response with a smile.

She is more and more able to clearly understand He Chen’s pampering and pampering to her.

For example, when the two woke up early in the morning, he was obviously emotional, but he still restrained his emotions.

Just before going downstairs for breakfast, He Chen stayed in the bathroom for forty minutes, and Yin Mo felt that he might be relieving himself.

…

In less than twenty minutes, Yin Mo came to the living room after breakfast.

She subconsciously looked for He Chen’s figure, like a subtle habit.

It may be that the allergy symptoms are too severe, and he left the restaurant early without taking a few bites.

Yin Moli patrolled the surrounding area, and suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from the top of the stairs, she looked sideways, her eyes slightly stagnant.

At this time, He Chen changed into a dark gray shirt, black trousers wrapped his straight long legs, and walked upstairs with one hand in his pocket.

The handsome and romantic eyebrows hung a frivolous smile again.

And Yin Mo looked at the thing in his hand, his eyes slowly moved up again, “Are you going to blow your hair?”

He Chen held her hair dryer impressively in his hand.

Yin Mo wondered secretly, his head was clearly dry.

He Chen squinted at her, walked straight to the sofa and patted her, “Sit down.”

“You…” Yin Mo unconsciously scratched the tips of his slightly damp hair, “Are you going to blow my hair?”

He Chen looked at the sofa with a smile, and said, “Captain Yin wants to make hair.”

Yin Mo stopped speaking, and sat down steadily, straightening his back, showing obvious stiffness.

The sound of the hair dryer is not too loud. He Chen tested the temperature with her palms, then stretched out her hand and gently stroked Yin Mo’s long hair, “The temperature is right?”

“Well, yes.”

He Chen heard the tension in her tone, and with a thought, he leaned over behind her ear, and joked, “Baby, why are you nervous about blowing your hair?”

Yin Mo always answers questions, “I’m not nervous, just…you are the first person to blow my hair.”

He Chen slightly raised the corners of his lips and dropped his palms on her shoulders, his eyes scorchingly at Yin Mo’s profile, “The British Emperor does not have a modeling room?”

“There are many, but I haven’t been.” Yin Mo tilted his head to face his eyes, his expression flat but serious.

He Chen couldn’t tell what it was like in his heart. His chest was sour and swollen. He stroked Yin Mo’s smooth long hair and asked her in a low voice, “Have you ever permed your hair?”

Yin Mo shook his head, “I usually cut it by myself, and cut off the ends of my hair when it grows.”

She is naturally curly, and her hair grows and loosens, forming fluffy long wavy hair.

He Chen bent over and kissed Yin Mo’s head, and it took a long time to speak; “It’s a coincidence that I also blown hair to a woman for the first time.”

This is the first little thing they experienced together.

Yin Mo looked up at He Chen, did not ask much, but said something ruinous…Thank you.

He Chen twisted his fingers and tapped her head, turned on the hair dryer again, and dried her long hair patiently.

This trivial matter is not earth-shattering, but Yin Mo is unforgettable.

It took ten minutes for He Chen to finish blowing her hair. When the sound of the hair dryer stopped, Yin Mo rubbed the top of his head with tears in his eyes and even sniffed.

Scalp hurts…

How does He Chen know how rude he was just now? He has no experience of blowing her hair. His rough fingertips scratched and rubbed her head, and the hair dryer was too close to the scalp. In short… a very bad experience.

But Yin Mo didn’t say a word, so it was over.

He Chen keenly caught the sound of her sniffing, and smacked the tip of his tongue and put his chin on top of her head, “Captain Yin is so touched? Then I will blow your hair every day from now on, eh?”

Yin Mo was quiet for two seconds, then moved aside abruptly, and whispered: “Don’t press my scalp, it hurts.”

He Chen didn’t notice for a while, leaning forward abruptly, and almost fell into the sofa.

He held the back of the sofa to stabilize his figure, leaned forward and took Yin Mo’s shoulders, and when he looked intently, her eyes were red.

He Chen furrowed his thick eyebrows, and his handsome face sank a little, “Does it hurt?”

“Ok…”

“Are you **** stupid?” He Chen pinched her face, his tone was a bit fierce, “Why don’t you make a noise when it hurts?”

Yin Mo rubbed his scalp and replied faintly, “It doesn’t hurt too much.”

She just didn’t want to interrupt He Chen’s interest, but also wanted to deeply appreciate the first time he gave it.

Of course, with his rude death technique, Yin Mo completely believed that he was blowing his hair on a woman for the first time.

He Chen pursed his lips, held Yin Mo’s shoulder, and kissed her face, “Baby, blame me, I will pay attention next time.”

…

At half past nine o’clock, He Chen and Yin Mo went out to Shang’s Medicine Hall.

On the way, Yin Mo’s cell phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number.

She only glanced at it, then hung up.

“Why don’t you pick up?” He Chen caught this scene and said playfully, “Is there a dog outside?”

Yin Mo didn’t answer yet, the vibration sounded again, and the other party struck over again perseveringly.

Seeing this, He Chen looked at Yin Mo, quickly grabbed the phone from her hand, and pressed to answer.

Yin Mo panicked, “Don’t you…”

He Chen already held his mobile phone to his ear, “Who?”

At the end of the phone, the person who was going to speak suddenly fell silent.

He Chen sneered impatiently, “You don’t talk on the phone, are you dumb?”

Yin Mo didn’t know what to think between the electric light and flint. He slapped the phone in He Chen’s hand and leaped forward and kissed him.

He Chen caught her unexpectedly, tilted his head to hide, Yin Mo’s lips were printed on the corners of his mouth, “Baby, are you guilty or seduce…”

(End of this chapter)