The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me Chapter 1246: 1169: Need His Help

Chapter 1246: Chapter 1169: Need His Help

He brought Song Yue to a house that was decorated very simply, with a black and white color sche, almost excessively minimalistic.

Song Yue looked around; the kitchenware was new, even the furniture was new.

“Did you buy this?” Song Yue asked as she surveyed the place.

“Could it be that you bought it?” Jun Mochan adjusted his tie, “Go take a shower.”

“Aren’t we showering together?” Song Yue’s eyes were flirty, and her whole body exuded a seductive aura.

Jun Mochan slightly pushed her away, “I don’t have that habit.”

“Then you can learn,” Song Yue’s hand slid up his arm, stopping just below his collar, her fingers twitching as if about to unbutton his shirt.

Jun Mochan held her hand, his eyes icy, “I can pamper you, but don’t test my boundaries.”

Feeling his anger, Song Yue reluctantly withdrew her hand.

As Song Yue entered the bathroom, Jun Mochan poured a glass of water, added so dicine to it, and then sent a ssage to Zhou Xian.

Soon Song Yue was out of the shower.

Jun Mochan handed her the glass of water, “Thirsty? Have so water.”

Song Yue, flattered, grabbed it without thinking and drank.

“Wait for ,” Jun Mochan touched her face and then walked to the bathroom.

When he ca out again, Song Yue was lying drowsily on the bed.

Jun Mochan, dressed in pajamas, left the bedroom and opened the door.

Zhou Xian was already outside, waiting with soone.

Jun Mochan said nothing, just stepped aside to let the two n in.

That man entered the bedroom, while Jun Mochan and Zhou Xian went to another room.

Jun Mochan didn’t change his clothes, but sat in front of Zhou Xian just like that.

“That move of yours is really ruthless,” Zhou Xian remarked.

Jun Mochan stared out the window, expressionless.

“But aren’t you afraid of being found out?” Song Yue is not stupid; she won’t be easily tricked.

Jun Mochan untied his pajama top and approached Zhou Xian, “That’s why I need your help.”

Zhou Xian put his hands in front of him, “Hey, what are you doing? Don’t ss around.”

Jun Mochan turned around two steps away from Zhou Xian, “Just leave a few marks.”

Zhou Xian felt really bitter,

“Do you want a few on the front too?” As he retracted his hands, Zhou Xian asked.

“No need; Ranran wouldn’t like to see that,” Jun Mochan dressed again.

Speaking of Ye Ranran, Zhou Xian’s smile slowly faded, “Aren’t you really going to tell her? I think telling her might…”

“If it were you, could you accept it?” Jun Mochan interrupted him.

Without discussing further, knowing about his own health condition would probably drive him to despair.

“What I need to do now is to cleanse her body of drugs and the virus.” He could tell her the truth later or never tell her at all.

“But have you considered, what if she finds out…”

“There are no ‘what-ifs’,” Jun Mochan said decisively, he absolutely would not allow such a ‘what-if’ to occur.

When she woke up again, she saw Jun Mochan sitting at the head of the bed, playing with a computer.