Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 444 - 444 430 His Seal (3)_1

?Chapter 444: 430, His Seal (3)_1 Chapter 444: 430, His Seal (3)_1 Lost in thought, the coat on his body had already been pulled off by him.

Apart from his coat, he was left with no more than a thin shirt.

A shadow crossed Jian Luo’s handsome face, and he bristled.

It was a clear contempt, damned.

“Black Jack, if you touch my clothes again, we’re going to have a problem.”

“Ha!” Black Jack, looking at the lipstick marks on his shirt, sneers, “Jian Luo, would you like to explain this to me?”

Following his gaze, Jian Luo sees a faint lipstick mark on his white shirt, which must have been accidentally smudged by the woman in the Private Room just now.

However, he had no intention of explaining anything to him now.

He was going to piss him off.

“It’s exactly what you see, a woman’s lipstick. Are you satisfied now?”

The temperature in the car suddenly dropped. The chill in Black Jack’s blue eyes was startling, and his hand tightening around his shirt.

“Jian Luo, you sure do know how to provoke me.”

The icy voice, made his heart pound.

Instantly, the thin white shirt was ruined in his hand.

Jian Luo’s forehead vein popped out, and his face turned sour.

“Black Jack, you son of a bitch.”

It was not enough that Black Jack was throwing away the torn shirt like it was a rag.

Instantly, Jian Luo was bare-armed.

Luckily the car windows were closed, so it didn’t draw public attention.

Jian Luo grabbed his throat, but didn’t use force.

“Black Jack, you…”

Before the raging words could even start, the man leaned over.

Black Jack allowed him to choke his neck, “What am I doing, huh?”

His eyes stared at his face, quietly opening his mouth, “Xiaobai, the person I, Black Jack, like, can’t be touched by others. If you dare let women leave lipstick marks on your clothes, then we have unfinished business.”

The overbearing words exploded in Jian Luo’s ear.

His luminous blue eyes were dazzling, which distracted him.

In that moment, the man suddenly bit his shoulder.

Jian Luo’s eyes widened. Before he could react, a tooth mark appeared on his shoulder.

He actually bit him?

He’s gone too far, acting like he’s a dog.

Black Jack’s eyes darkened, gradually loosening his grip, the corners of his mouth curled up satisfactorily.

“Xiaobai, if I find out you’ve gone to the bar again, you’ll bear the consequences,” he said coldly.

Jian Luo struggled to push him away, his face growing darker, “I want to go, you mind your own business.”

“If you dare to go to that bar, I’ll have people demolish it. Try me,” he said as he adjusted his collar, calmly.

Jian Luo moved back, his back against the car door, his eyes alertly on him.

“Black Jack, you bastard, what the hell do you want?”

“What do you think?” his eyes darkened as he slowly removed his coat.

Seeing this, there was a flicker of panic in Jian Luo’s eyes.

“You, hey, if you keep this up, I’m really going to get mad.”

Black Jack smirked, his hands gripping the hem of his sweater and throwing it at him.

“Put it on.”

Jian Luo pulled the sweater off his head, the man’s residual warmth on the sweater burned his palm.

“I don’t want to wear your clothes.”

He threw the sweater at him, a flash of stubbornness on his face.

He had torn his clothes, and now gave him his clothes to wear, what was this?

He didn’t care for his clothes.

Black Jack glanced at the sweater in his arms, the corners of his lips curled up in a rogue smile.

Like a hissing cat, his temper had really risen.

“Not going to dress up, are you going to go bare body, huh?”

Jian Luo glared at him, “None of your business.”

Saying this, he reached out to grab his coat and put it on.

Black Jack narrowed his dangerous eyes and moved closer, grabbing his coat to stop him from putting it on.

“What are you up to now?”

Jian Luo gripped his coat, the two of them in a standoff.

Black Jack gave a mischievous smile, freeing up a hand to pull him into his arms, “Xiaobai, are you doing this on purpose?”

His face turned crimson as Jian Luo pushed him away immediately.

However, the man’s tall and upright body remained unmoved.

“What the hell are you talking about, who provoked you, are you nuts?” he unclenched the hand around his waist, speaking irritably.

He was acting crazy all night, and now he’s blaming him, was his brain frozen by the cold wind?

“You tore my clothes into this, how am I supposed to wear them, you son of a bitch,” Jian Luo glared at him, growling.

“Then wear mine,” Black Jack leaned his head against his forehead and coaxed in a low voice.

“The sweater is warm, your shirt is too thin.”

His gentle tone was a big contrast to his earlier indifference.

Jian Luo paused, but when he heard his later words, his eyes were aflame.

He straightforwardly pierced his lie, furiously saying, “It is clearly because of that lipstick mark, what thin shirt? Big liar.”

“It’s not just the lipstick mark, your coat also has the scent of a woman’s perfume, so these clothes are not allowed to stay on you for one more second,” Black Jack didn’t deny it, and said calmly.

Jian Luo, “You’re being unreasonable.”

Black Jack raised his eyebrows unscrupulously, “Otherwise, you can tear my clothes too, at worst, we can both stay bare-bodied here.”

Jian Luo glared at him, his anger hurting his internal organs.

Black Jack was only planning to scare him, he had not intended to really piss him off, his face then immediately turned serious.

“Jian Luo, I’m telling you clearly, I’m jealous. Even if we don’t have a confirmed relationship yet, I’m still jealous.”

His eyes full of affection, unabashedly expressing his feelings.

Jian Luo’s soul trembled as he met his swirling blue eyes.

In that instant, the anger in his eyes gradually faded, and the defenses he had up dropped in response to his gentle gaze.

He…is jealous?

“So, will you wear my clothes now, huh?” A gleam of chuckles rose in his eyes, shining like stars.

Jian Luo lowered his head, remaining silent.

His silence, landing in Black Jack’s eyes, was directly equivalent to acquiescence.

He held him with one hand and took his sweater with the other.

Unlike his earlier rage, he gently helped him put on the sweater, as if he’d practiced a million times before, without any unfamiliarity.

Jian Luo’s gaze softened, and he couldn’t help but recall the time when Black Jack also dressed him when they were young.