Mo Li was interested in Bai Cheng, and took the person back to his home. Seeing Bai Cheng kneeling on the ground and looking at him blankly, he opened his mouth to compare it directly.

"Stay with me, and I'll give you 100,000 a day."

Bai Cheng didn't even have the right to refuse, so he was so stubbornly ripped off on the bed that everyone was stupid.

"You fucking rape!"

How dare he resisted fiercely, but although he was good at it, he couldn't win against Mo Li, who had studied professional martial arts.

"Be honest." Mo Li's voice was indifferent, as if twisting someone's arm was like breaking a blade of grass.

Bai Cheng could only bite the sheets and shed tears in pain. In his heart, he could only think optimistically about the down payment of his house.

100,000 a day, damn it, it's like prostituting a stupid second-generation rich.

After that day, Baicheng developed a high fever. Mo Li called a doctor to fix Baicheng's arm, and gave him antipyretics. He didn't go anywhere for a whole day, and just stayed in front of Baicheng and waited for his fever to subside.

As soon as Bai Cheng opened his eyes, he saw Mo Li, and he thought he was having a nightmare. He slapped Mo Li on the face like chasing flies, and scolded:

"Get out of my way."

As a result, the hand that hit Mo Li was broken again.

Mo Li looked like a pervert. The more pain he saw, the happier Mo Li was.

"Just stay here." Mo Li sat on the leather chair beside the bed, gently stroking Bai Cheng's sweaty forehead and said, "Don't go anywhere, if you dare to get out of bed, you will break your leg."

Both of Bai Cheng's arms were broken, and he wanted to cry in pain. He cursed the gentle scum in his heart, took a step back and gritted his teeth, "Then what should I do when I go to the toilet?"

"I'll hug you." Mo Li smiled gently.

Bai Cheng smiled stiffly and pretended to be well-behaved, and he just wanted to call the police.

Looking around, I didn't find any communication equipment. I originally thought that as long as Mo Li left, he would immediately open the window and call for help outside.

In the end, who knew that Mo Li would squat with him in this room every day like a normal person, not going anywhere, sometimes staring at him for a whole day.

Bai Chengchang has never been so idle before, staring at the ceiling can be a day's daze.

He originally thought that Mo Li was going to hold him to the toilet just to talk about it, but when he was so blushed that he wanted to crawl to the toilet, Mo Li picked him up by the back of his neck.

"I'll go by myself!" He said angrily, but Mo Li pretended he didn't hear it, and Young Master Mo even waited to give Bai Cheng that thing.

Bai Cheng only felt that he had no love for life. He was a big man, and he had never talked to a partner, but now he was spoiled by a man.

"Are you sick?" Bai Cheng finally roared unbearably when Mo Li was sleeping with Mo Li in his arms at night.

"En." Mo Li sniffed the back of his neck morbidly, wrapping his arms around his waist, "Before I don't bother you, be obedient and you won't suffer."

"Does it count as money these days?" Bai Cheng thought that he would not go to work for so many days, and it was estimated that the manager had fired him. If the money was not counted these days, he would not be able to pay the rent.

"Forget it, I'll hit you all." Fortunately, as long as Baicheng didn't resist, Mo Li looked no different from a normal person, and his gentle appearance was no different from your son.

"What will you do if you don't make money then? How can I trust you?" Bai Cheng whispered.

When the words fell, Mo Li became irritable, and the hand around him became a lot heavier. He bit the flesh on his back and said, "If you talk nonsense, I will pull your tongue out."

Bai Cheng's back was hurting badly, and he felt like he was bleeding, but he could only grit his teeth forbearance, and decided to endure it for a while.

As a result, this forbearance lasted for more than a month, and the plaster of the arm was removed, and people who were trapped in bed all day would become moldy.

Mo Li has been guarding the bedside every day like a lunatic for more than a month, not even leaving the door, and never taking his eyes off Bai Cheng.

What caused Baicheng to have nightmares now was Mo Li staring at him.

"When did you bother me?" Bai Cheng tried to find out if there was anything in the room that could knock Mo Li stunned so he could escape, while talking to divert Mo Li's attention.

"I don't know." Mo Li reached out and grabbed his right arm, looked at it for a few seconds, and said, "If the arm is ready, we can do it, right?"

Then, without waiting for Bai Cheng to react, he directly violently pressed Bai Cheng and got into bed.

Bai Cheng had a fever again, and he felt that if he didn't escape, he would die here sooner or later.

"Why do you have a fever when you touch it." Unlike Bai Cheng's first fever, this time Mo Li's eyes were a little more scarlet, and he violently smashed many things in the living room.

Bai Cheng was still lying on the bed, scolding "sick" in his heart.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of Mo Li venting in the living room, he pulled the doctor and tentatively asked, "Can you save me?"

Unexpectedly, the doctor looked terrified, and hurriedly pulled back his hand and took a few steps back. His face turned pale, and he kept shaking his head.

At this time, the doctor suddenly noticed something, and when he turned around, he saw that Mo Li had silently stood at the door, his eyes staring at the arm that Bai Cheng had just pulled.

Bai Cheng also looked at Mo Li, and felt that the expressionless expression on Mo Li's face was a bit scary.

"Go away." Mo Li said lightly.

The doctor ran away in a panic.

Bai Cheng was pressed on the bed by Mo Li again, but perhaps because of the fever, Mo Li didn't toss him, but kissed him all the way down from his forehead, covering his entire body.

In the end, Mo Li surrounded him from behind, bit his ear and said, "Don't think about running."

"You're fucking sick!" Bai Cheng said in despair, crying for the first time.

"Yes, I'm sick." Mo Li was not angry, but his icy voice was full of nostalgia. He rubbed against Bai Cheng's back lightly, and bit down on the mottled back of the bite marks.

The next day the doctor who saw the doctor didn't come, so changed to another doctor.

"What about the previous doctor?" Bai Cheng asked casually.