18 Her Bodyguard Didn't Listen To Her

"Where are you going? Our car is not parked over there."

The man turned a deaf ear to his companion and continued walking straight in the direction he was heading.

Chi Huan was hit again, she didn't know what it was, and the warm liquid flowed down her forehead.

She was stunned for a while before slowly realizing what the liquid was.

It was blood.

In that moment, there was suddenly only a ridiculous thought left in her mind—

'Her face couldn't be injured, because she had to rely on that face to support herself.'

But just as her cry was about to rush out of her throat, it was stuck in place.

She was in such a mess. She had never been in such a mess before.

She had especially never been in such a mess before in front of others.

The cries of uproar and sounds seemed to be all stuck in her brain and Chi Huan was so chaotic for a time that she didn't know how to face it. She even hoped that she could just disappear.

She didn't want anyone to see her messiness and embarrassment.

Something smashed over again, and she raised her hand subconsciously to block it. Suddenly, it went dim before her eyes, a familiar fresh and cold aura came to wrap around her whole body, filling her nose.

Immediately after, the man's low and deep voice came from the top of her head, "What are you standing here for? Are you not afraid of getting your clothes dirty or getting hurt?"

Mo Shiqian was very tall, and Chi Huan was wrapped in his clothes, looking like a petite ball. Her entire person was stuck between him and the car. And under such dim lights, no one could recognize her if they didn't take a closer look at her.

But as soon as the man appeared, several people's attention was attracted over.

The man lowered his head and furrowed his sharp eyebrows to look at the stains and blood on the girl's forehead. He then glanced sideways at Mo Xigu and Su Yabing and his eyes darkened.

Chi Huan pulled his sleeve and whispered his name, "Mo Shiqian."

He responded to her lightly and whispered while moving his hands to carry her horizontally, "Em, no offense, Young Miss but you are injured, so I will take you to the doctor to dress the wound."

This action attracted over more attention and they all began to discuss in whispering voices.

Chi Huan buried her face into the man's arms directly. She just wished she could hide herself inside his clothes.

When Mo Shiqian turned around, he swept his indifferent and cold gaze across those two people. He inadvertently looked into Mo Xigu's eyes, who was frowning at them. Mo Shiqian curved his thin lips slightly into an ironic arc.

Mo Xigu's heart suddenly sank, and he had a sudden wave of unspeakable emotions surging in his heart.

It felt like reaching out and trying to grab something, only for it to have dissipated with the wind.

Chi Huan cleaned her forehead numbly with his coat, eyes down. She touched her wound by accident and the sudden pain made her inhale air uncontrollably, tears welling up in her eyes.

Mo Shiqian looked down at her and scolded in a low voice, "Don't touch it."

"I don't want to go to the hospital, take me home."

"Your wound needs treatment."

"These wounds are nothing."

Mo Shiqian didn't look at her this time, but he didn't stop his steps either. He still headed towards the direction of the hospital.

Chi Huan raised her voice, "I told you to send me back, didn't you hear me?"

The man said calmly, "If you had shouted like this a moment ago, you wouldn't have been attacked."

"Mo Shiqian!"

Mo Shiqian continued patiently, "Your father said that when it comes to your personal safety, you shouldn't act willfully."

Chi Huan looked at the determined stubborn line of his jaw and only felt that she had never been so aggrieved.

Her fiancé didn't love her and only had a married woman in his eyes and heart.

Her fans didn't recognize her and injured her accidentally, which made her unable to help but instead wonder why she had such bad luck.

Her bodyguard didn't listen to her at all.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt aggrieved. Tears fell down from her red eyes. At first they flowed down drop by drop… and then they just poured down uncontrollably. She sobbed on his shoulders.

This was the perfect example of tears and mucus flowing like a waterfall. Mo Shiqian paused, looking down at his coat that was already contaminated and the only thin sweater on him that was also being contaminated.

Chi Huan didn't cry as beautifully as she did on TV, and her tears and snot were rubbed into his clothes.

Mo Shiqian closed his eyes tightly, with the temples on both sides of his head jumping fiercely. He tried his best to suppress the strong impulse to throw the woman away from him.

Was this the person who those fans called the 'Sweet Queen'? She was so timid and dirty.

He disliked it.

"Stop crying." The man's low and deep voice also sounded a little stiff.

"I want to go back and I don't want to go to the hospital!"

Mo Shiqian looked at the hospital right in front of him, and then looked at the girl who was injured but still staring at him, with red eyes and a dirty face in his arms. Finally, he changed his direction and walked away with his slender legs.

The handsome and feminine, tall man leaned against the silver, dazzling, sports car. When Mo Shiqian approached, the man looked at Chi Huan in Mo Shiqian's arms and raised his eyebrows. "Miss… Big Miss Chi?"

Mo Shiqian showed an expressionless countenance. "Drive the car."

The man raised his eyebrows even higher. "Am I your driver?"

He said this but still straightened up and opened the door of the back seat attentively. He touched his chin and formed a faint smile. "Was big beauty Chi besieged and attacked by her own fans?"

Mo Shiqian ignored him and just carried Chi Huan into the car, then glanced coldly at the man who was still standing outside of the car. "Why do you have so many words to say? Are you a woman?"

"…"

"Your clothes were stained by that woman's snot, so why do you vent your anger on me?"

In the silver Pagani car, the man who was driving in the front looked at the dirty Chi Huan in the rear view mirror, and handed a few tissues to the backseats.

Mo Shiqian reached over and took them naturally.

Chi Huan had wanted to take them, but the man beside her took the tissues before she even raised her hand. She took it for granted that he was going to wipe her face for her—

There were a lot of dirty egg whites on her face, as well as blood, tears and snot mixed together. The sticky feeling was very uncomfortable.

She even closed her eyes subconsciously.

But after waiting for a long while, she didn't feel any tissues wiping her face.

So she opened her eyes and looked sideways at the man beside her.

He was wiping the wet part on his shoulders with a tissue expressionlessly, it could be even described as depressingly, and his dashing eyebrows were knitted.

Of course she knew that it was her snot and tears he was wiping away.

Chi Huan immediately remembered the scene in the morning, in which she picked up a dumpling to put into his bowl and where he put down his spoon and didn't even continue eating his porridge.

Did she disgust him that much?

She was angry and irritated but she said nothing; only looked outside the car window sulkily while biting her lips. More and more tears surged out of her eyes, but she made no sound.

Mo Shiqian was 'cleaning' his clothes and didn't pay any attention to her emotions, but the man who was driving in the front curled his lips into a smiling arc. This was funny to him.

Being Mo Shiqian's brother for many years, the man certainly knew that the freak Mo Shiqian had been in the underclass, the underworld, and the army. So he really didn't know where Mo Shiqian had got his ridiculous entitled mysophobia from.

The man reached out and handed the whole box of tissues to the back. His magnetic voice sounded very sexy, "Here, Miss Chi."

Chi Huan was a little embarrassed, but she still reached for it.

Before she could even say 'thank you' to the man, the long fingers reached over again and took away her tissues.

Chi Huan felt that her liver was in pain due to the anger she was feeling. Just as she was about to lose her temper, her chin was suddenly lifted up by the warm and powerful fingers. She faced the handsome visage of the man beside her.