My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

Although it wasn't a very high hill or mountain area, it was still a few hundred meters above sea level. Coupled with the snow-covered mountain road, Yang Chen didn't dare to go too fast, so he stopped and walked. It had already been two hours since Mo Qianni reached the top.    

    

At the top of the mountain was an uneven piece of land several dozen square meters wide. Apart from a few weeds and some moss-covered rocks, there was nothing else.    

    

The biting sea breeze whistled past their ears. Mo Qianni's ears were red, and so were her cheeks and the tip of her nose.    

    

Yang Chen lovingly touched her somewhat dry face and took off his scarf, wanting to wrap it around a woman.    

    

"I'm not cold, you wear it!" Mo Qianni also wanted to decline.    

    

Yang Chen smiled bitterly, "A man will accept the scarf he gave you. Don't you think it's embarrassing for a man if a woman says that she isn't afraid of cold?"    

    

"It's just you and me here," Mo Qianni said.    

    

"That's not how it's used." Yang Chen smiled and said, "If it was in a warm bed, I would like you to say that."    

    

"Disgusting." Mo Qianni's cheeks were red as she obediently let Yang Chen put on the scarf. The soft texture carried the warmth of a man.    

    

The two of them stared at each other in silence for a while before turning around to look at the sea view they had wanted to see before.    

    

From the summit of the hill, they looked towards the east. The boundless sea seemed to be beneath their feet as they gazed down with sparkling light.    

    

It was unknown whether it was because the sun had just revealed its horn after the snow had fallen or because the light was like tentacles that caused the clouds in the sky to be blown in wisps.    

    

In the afternoon, the mesmerizing waves reflected on the golden, jade-like surface of the sea.    

    

The magnificent natural scenery was nothing more than this.    

    

Mo Qianni took in a deep breath of cold air. The cold wind had messed up her hair, making it look loose and clean.    

    

"It's just like what those uncles said. It's very beautiful here."    

    

"If you like, I can bring you here often. If you don't tell me, I might never come here again." Yang Chen said with a smile.    

    

Mo Qianni pursed her lips and smiled, "When I was born in the mountains, even in a big city, I would think of running here. I always feel that this place belongs to me. "Yang Chen, am I funny?"    

    

"How could that be? Even now, I still feel that the market is more suitable for me to work than the office building." Yang Chen said.    

    

When Mo Qianni heard this, she chuckled and said, "You really don't feel ashamed."    

    

"To face you and the sea, do I need to be ashamed?" Yang Chen chuckled.    

    

Mo Qianni's eyes were a little intoxicated. She stretched out her slender white hands and stroked Yang Chen's face with her ice-cold fingertips.    

    

"When I was young, the first time I saw the sea was when my father was still alive. He took me and my mother to the house of a distant relative, the sea he saw in a fishing village by the sea.    

    

Mom took my hand and asked me why the sea was lower than all the rivers...    

    

I didn't know at the time, my mother told me, because the sea had to accept all the rivers, all the rivers, all the water can flow into the sea...    

    

Mother said, "Girl, if you ever marry someone, you must be a woman like the sea. You just need to put yourself in the lowest place in silence, and you can always let all the rivers flow into your arms." Just like the sea, with no end in sight, the people by the sea will be able to look at you with infatuation. "    

    

Looking at Mo Qianni's dream-like eyes, Yang Chen pondered for a while and said with a smile, "Although my mother-in-law is not a university professor or an expert, she seems to be able to say something extraordinary."    

    

"I'm thinking, if I don't marry anymore in this life, then if I am like the sea, will the person by the sea look at me with such infatuation?"    

    

"You must marry." Yang Chen hugged Mo Qianni tightly, "If you become the ocean instead of getting married, then there will be too many people looking at you with infatuation. Even if you are the sea, I will still become the Earth that carries you. "    

    

"Puchi!"    

    

Mo Qianni snickered while leaning on Yang Chen's chest. With a misty look in her eyes, she said, "If you turn into a round and dull Earth, I'd rather not become a sea."    

    

"Do you want to be spanked or kissed?" Yang Chen looked at her maliciously.    

    

Mo Qianni blinked and looked a little wronged. "Is there any difference?"    

    

"In that case, let's do it together …"    

    

Yang Chen went up and put one hand around the beauty's waist while the other hand caressed Mo Qianni's perky butt.    

    

The cold mountain wind outside seemed to have turned into a gentle spring wind, but it was no longer cold.    

    

The two of them had been fighting for a long time. Mo Qianni finally got out of Yang Chen's control and begged, "Go down the mountain. If you don't go down, it will be dark."    

    

"Don't you think that we're vows here?" Yang Chen said with a smile.    

    

Mo Qianni charmingly rolled her eyes at him. "You're really becoming more and more talkative. Are you saying that you're so sweet to every girl?"    

    

"If that's the case, would I have the time to come all the way here to drink with you?"    

    

"You're the one who's dumb," Mo Qianni grumbled, broke away from Yang Chen's embrace and started to walk down the mountain.    

    

Yang Chen followed without any hesitation, "Don't go too fast, don't step on any ice places you've stepped on, it's easy to slip."    

    

Mo Qianni turned around with a smile and said, "I grew up in the mountains. Is there still a need for you to teach me how to walk on the mountain paths?"    

    

Yang Chen twitched his mouth and said no more.    

    

However, before Mo Qianni could finish her sentence, she suddenly groaned and her left foot went soft. She half-knelt on the mountain path!    

    

Yang Chen was surprised and immediately ran forward to support Mo Qianni. He then asked, "What's wrong?"    

    

Mo Qiannizhang's sandalwood face suddenly turned pale as cold sweat poured out rapidly. She trembled and could not speak, but could only moan in a low voice as if she was in unspeakable pain.    

    

Yang Chen saw that Mo Qianni was hugging her left calf with tears in her eyes and felt a burning urgency in his heart.    

    

"What's going on?" Yang Chen asked again.    

    

"Legs, my legs are hurting …" Mo Qianni mumbled.    

    

Yang Chen didn't think too much and hugged Mo Qianniheng up. Mo Qianni wrapped her arms around her body and was held tightly by Yang Chen. With difficulty, she tapped Yang Chen with one hand and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me. I can hold on. "You'll be in danger if you go too fast …"    

    

Yang Chen no longer asked what was going on. As for whether the mountain road was slippery or not, it was not a problem for him at all. He ran down the mountain like a gust of wind.    

    

Due to the excruciating pain, Mo Qianni could not feel anything even though she was in a semi-conscious state.    

    

Yang Chen ran to the farm at the bottom of the mountain with a dark expression. He asked for a room at the housing department. The waitress saw that Mo Qianni's body was in a bad condition and quickly went through the procedures.    

    

Yang Chen carried Mo Qianni into the warm guest room and put the cold sweat covered Mo Qianniping on the white bed sheet.    

    

Mo Qianni furrowed her brows, her face devoid of any color. She looked as if she was in a worse state than if she were dead.    

    

Yang Chen couldn't care too much about that. He took off the tight pants with cotton wool from Mo Qianni's waist, revealing a pair of white and full warm pants.    

    

"Qianni, let me help you take a look." He started to take off Mo Qianni's thermal pants again.    

    

Mo Qianni said in a low voice, "Stop looking. It's alright …"    

    

"It's not up to you." Yang Chen no longer hesitated and took off Mo Qianni's warm pants.    

    

Mo Qianni only had a pair of sexy purplish black underpants and a pair of white and plump thighs that were reflecting an ivory luster under the light.    

    

The legs without the slightest fat were like sculptures, exquisite like fine jade, the smooth lines extending all the way to the cute little feet.    

    

However, Yang Chen did not appreciate this seductive atmosphere at all. His gaze was locked on the left calf that brought Mo Qianni endless pain. There was nothing abnormal there, but if carefully analyzed, he would see a long, thin but tiny scar.    

    

Yang Chen used one hand to touch Mo Qianni's scar. It was obviously a place where the surgery was performed, but the doctor's skill was very good. Perhaps it was due to the various care that happened afterwards, causing the scar to be almost undiscernible.    

    

Yang Chen silently operated the genuine qi, extending the unique inner strength of the Memory Deriving Scripture into Mo Qianni's pain zone.    

    

The feeling of blockage made Yang Chen realize that Mo Qianni's operation area had serious tissue damage. Although it was repaired, it was like a piece of wood that had been nailed in. It could no longer be considered as a complete log.    

    

Warm and gentle, Mo Qianni quickly circulated her inner strength to heal her old injuries. Gradually, Mo Qianni's brows relaxed, and a trace of blood returned to her face.    

    

Mo Qianni opened her eyes and looked woodenly at Yang Chen. "Thank you …"    

    

She didn't ask Yang Chen how he did it. She, who had seen Yang Chen extraordinary, was used to not asking Yang Chen about the past.    

    

"Your old injuries are quite severe. If the cold weather is exposed to the cold wind and is frozen for a moment, it will be very easy for the inflammation to recur." Yang Chen said.    

    

"I haven't had any pain in the past two years. I thought I was fine. I made you worry, sorry …" Mo Qianni said dejectedly, like a child who had done something wrong.    

    

"The scar on your calf is almost half the length of your calf, and it's not as simple as a normal fall wound or a prick wound. How did it come about? " Yang Chen asked anyway.