Chapter 15 I Want a Wife

Mo Yesi raised his hand and interrupted her.

"Since Miss Qiao came to see me, she should know that I haven't practiced medicine for many years."

"I know." Qiao Mianmian nodded, "But I believe that Mr. Mo is a good man, and he won't die."

"Good guy?"

Mo Yesi smiled as if he heard something interesting.

He put down a document in his hand, stood up, and walked slowly towards Qiao Mianmian.

Walking up to her, he stopped.

It was only then that Qiao Mianmian realized that this man was also in good shape. He was very tall, around 188 by visual inspection.

Because she is 165, this height is considered short among women, but standing in front of him, she barely reached the height of his neck.

When she looks at him, she still needs to look up.

It's getting closer.

The clean and pleasant smell of the man's body rushed into his nostrils, and his whole body was full of seductive male hormones. After Qiao Mianmian looked at him, he blushed and his heart beat.

She couldn't help taking a step back.

With a blushing face, she bit her lip and said, "Mr. Mo..."

"Miss Qiao, I'm a businessman." Mo Yesi looked down at her, his thin lips slightly raised, "I'm talking about business. Since Miss Qiao wants me to help you, what are you going to do for me?"

Qiao Mianmian was taken aback.

benefit?

He looks like someone who needs everything, what good can she do him?

"Mr. Mo, I don't know what you want..."

Mo Yesi looked at her delicate and lovely face, and said word by word with a sense of certainty: "If I say, I want a wife. Will Miss Qiao give it to me?"

"What?!" Qiao Mianmian raised her head in shock.

Mo Yesi looked calm, and said lightly: "There is no free lunch in the world. Ms. Qiao, I can agree to your request and help your brother perform surgery. However, the premise is that you marry me."

This time, Qiao Mianmian was sure that he heard correctly.

She was beyond shocked.

No matter what, he never expected that his request would be for her to marry him.

This is too... ridiculous.

She couldn't believe it: "Mr. Mo, are you serious?"

Mo Yesi raised his eyebrows and asked back, "You think I'm joking?"

"why?"

With such good conditions, can't he still find a wife?

Wanting a woman whom he met for the first time to marry him?

Or, does he have something to hide?

Her gaze involuntarily looked down at him.

Mo Yesi noticed and guessed what she was thinking, his brows frowned, and his face suddenly turned dark.

He was funny, and angrily stretched out his hand to pull her over.

"Ah!" Qiao Mianmian slammed her head into his arms, hitting his warm and firm chest, as if hitting a rock, her nose turned red.

Before he could react, a hand was pulled by the man to move down.

Above his head, there was a bit of playfulness in his sexy and low voice: "Miss Qiao doesn't have to worry about being a widow after marriage, you can test now to see if I'm normal."

Qiao Mianmian blushed with shame, and hurriedly pushed him away.

"Mr. Mo, please, please respect yourself!"

She didn't expect that this seemingly cold and ascetic man would play hooligans on her.

Mo Yesi looked at her blushing face, and his eyes deepened.

She seemed to blush very much, and it was the same last night. She cried and begged for mercy under him, her snow-white skin was alluring pink.