I think I must have been dizzy, and I really agreed to come out with Mo Yunqian.

Even if it was enough, I was not at all defenseless, so I followed him to this place.

After getting out of the car, I stood in front of his villa and watched for a long time, but Mo Yunqian didn't urge me, so he just followed me.

"This is your home?"

I asked, and he shrugged gently.

"Hmm. ”

That's right, as the president of Genting Group, if I live in an ordinary apartment, I really don't believe it!

"Let's go, I'll take you to my house to eat hot pot!"

So early in the morning, I deliberately said that I was going to eat hot pot, and Mo Yunqian really arranged for someone to prepare hot pot in his villa!

Jiugongge's hot pot, all kinds of delicious ingredients, I almost have to be dazzled.

The most important thing is that there are waiters by our side at all times to help us prepare food, shabu mutton, and scoop vegetables.

Seeing that there were already a lot of dishes in my bowl, I was still a little stunned and looked at Mo Yunqian.

"Why don't you eat it?"

He asked, looking at me.

I said helplessly: "It's the first time I've eaten hot pot in this way, and I'm still a little used to it......"

As I spoke, I picked up the chopsticks and prepared to eat, but before I could put a bite of food into my mouth, I heard Mo Yunqian laugh and say, "It's okay if you don't get used to it, you can get used to it after eating a few more times!"

Hearing this, my hand suddenly stiffened.

Eat more often......

What does he mean by that?

I subconsciously glanced at him a few more times with my spare eyes, and caught a glimpse of all the dishes he ate were cooked in clear soup, and after I ate the dishes in one bite, I looked at him again and said, "You don't eat spicy?"

"No, eat less, especially in the morning, it's better to eat something light!"

Is he still doing things so decently?

Actually, there's another reason. ”

He suddenly said again, "Actually, I'm not a picky eater, but my heart is not very good, and eating spicy things is easy to be stimulated, so I usually pay attention to rarely eating spicy food!"

His heart isn't so good?

I looked up at him in surprise, "Are you serious?"

Actually, I kind of suspect that he was just joking with me on purpose.

Mo Yunqian put down his chopsticks, looked at me and said with a smile: "I have had a heart transplant before, and this life can be regarded as being picked up, so I still have a scar on my heart, which was left from the time of the operation! If you don't believe it, you can touch it!"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed my hand and put it towards his heart.

I was so frightened that I hurriedly withdrew my hand.

"Who's going to touch you?

I scolded him angrily, but he shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

It's just that I have a trace of doubt in my heart.

Mo Yunqian, he shouldn't have really had a heart transplant, right?

Thinking of this, I had a complicated feeling in my heart.

So after scolding him, the atmosphere between us quieted down, and I felt that the hot pot was tasteless.

"Why don't you speak? I guess you feel sorry for me, right?"

Suddenly, Mo Yunqian's somewhat unscrupulous voice came from my ears.

I looked up helplessly and rolled my eyes at him.

"Eat your hot pot! Who wants to feel sorry for you!"

Hearing me say this, Mo Yunqian shook his head amusedly, but he personally picked up the spoon, and then scooped up a piece of mutton and put it in my bowl.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I was just joking with you. ”

Suddenly hearing this, my expression suddenly froze.

I frowned, looking at him in incomprehension.

"Mo Yunqian, would anyone joke about such a thing as a heart transplant?"

The smile on his face was slightly stunned, I was really angry, because I really didn't understand, why did he make such a joke with me, did he want me to pity him or did he want me to do something?

I almost forgot that he was the president of Genting Group, what do you need pity for a person like him?

When I think about it, I find it ironic.

I put down my chopsticks, wiped my mouth with a napkin, then got up, picked up my bag, and prepared to leave.

Mo Yunqian saw that I was not in the right mood, so he hurriedly stood up.

"Are you leaving?"

I sneered at him angrily.

"Thank you Mr. Mo for the hot pot, but you're right, it's really not good to eat spicy food early in the morning, so I don't think I should eat it anymore!"

With that, I turned around and was about to leave.

Behind him, Mo Yunqian hurriedly caught up, and he grabbed my hand.

"Don't be angry, okay?"

He knew I was angry.

I didn't say anything, after all, I really didn't know what to say, I just felt angry in my heart.

"Can I apologize?"

Mo Yunqian suddenly wrapped himself up from behind me, and his hand wrapped me in his arms like this.

Suddenly, my body stiffened.

What is he doing to me? What is he trying to do to me?

When it was over, my brain's thoughts began to get out of my control again.

"You...... Can you let me go?"

I began to spit out when I spoke, but Mo Yunqian seemed to deliberately put his lips against my ear and said softly: "Can't!"

Is this still the Mo Yunqian who is not close to women and is self-conscious?

However, I suddenly remembered what Fang Ting told me, she said that Mo Yunqian was because of the person he loved deeply, so he would reject other women thousands of miles away.

Thinking of this, my heart trembled uncontrollably.

It's only the second time I've met Mo Yunqian so far, why should I care so much?

At the same time, I could feel that Mo Yunqian's hand holding my body was tightening more and more.

When I was held by him, the blood all over my body seemed to start to gush up, and gradually began to boil......

"You're holding it too tight, can you loosen it a little?"

How could I have understood that at this moment, Mo Yunqian, his heart was full of the feeling of being lost and regained, and it was because of this that he subconsciously hugged him so tightly.

Hearing me say this, Mo Yunqian really let go of it.

"I'm sorry. ”

He said he was sorry, but he still hugged me.

He just hugged me like this, without saying a word, and although I couldn't see his face, I could feel his mood at this moment.

After a long time, he let go of me, and before I could react, he had already grabbed my hand and put my hand on his heart.

At this time, he was wearing only a thin shirt, and when my palm touched his heart, I suddenly felt a protruding scar.

I looked up at him in surprise, but saw him smile faintly: "Maybe as you said, no one will joke about heart transplantation, I just wanted to comfort you, but I didn't expect to make you angry, now, you know that I have really had a heart transplant, will you dislike me?"