Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Under the snow-white light, Chi Huan looked coldly at the man standing not far from her.

She didn't understand why some men could be so disgusting.

Holding the phone with her fingers, she was originally going to call Fengxing, but a series of sudden events made her lose the chance. Her high heels stepped on the thick and soft carpet, making no sound.

The smile on her face is very charming, but the delicate eyebrows and eyes are shrouded in a layer of thin and harsh mockery, her voice is soft but extremely indifferent, "When a person is low to a certain level, he is really invincible. I have hooked up with you, right? Okay, call me on your mobile phone and see if I have your number stored in my mobile phone, whether there are call records, text messages records, or WeChat records...and any other me Actively contacted your record, and..."

She pulled her red lips and smiled softly, "Tell me, what kind of role did you give me that would allow me to sleep with you... Oh, since I have already done it, I should have done that role too." Got it, whose movie, what character, huh?"

Fang Shao didn't expect Chi Huan to ask this suddenly. He was just making up and bragging.

I was caught off guard by the question and couldn't react at all.

Not to mention there will be no records.

Chi Huan raised his eyebrows, "Why, is it because your phone is out of battery that you can't make calls, or is my question difficult to answer?"

Fang Shao was pressed by her, cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead, and his breathing rhythm became chaotic. If he was close, he could still see the panic in his eyes. After a few seconds, he raised his eyes and sneered, "Record? What record is there now?" It cannot be deleted, who knows if you hooked up with several men at the same time, and you deleted all the records because you were afraid of being discovered."

Hearing this, Chi Huan was about to sneer, but the man raised his voice and said provocatively, "You just want evidence, and I'll give you evidence. There is a birthmark the size of a fingernail on your left chest... you If you want to prove it so much, I will take off your clothes if you have the ability, and let everyone see it with their own eyes."

There was a burst of laughter around.

Chi Huan curled up his fingers and clenched them tightly.

birthmark?

Her whole body is white and clean, without any birthmarks at all.

This rubbish is sure that she doesn't dare to take off her clothes, so she speaks nonsense here.

The woman who laughed at Ji Yu at the beginning said maliciously, "Miss Chi, you all have your own reasons for looking at flowers in the fog, and we don't know who to believe. Why don't you feel wronged? Take it off for us to see."

"That's right, let's see."

"..."

There are not many people who are really vitriolic, but most of them are optimistic about the show.

After similar voices sounded one after another, another man's voice sounded, "Chi Huan, so you hooked up with Fang Shao, tsk tsk, I also remember your birthmark, but I don't have as good a memory as Fang Shao, so I don't remember it. Is it on the left or the right..."

This time, the hall burst into laughter again.

"Oh, Miss Chi, you probably won't be able to take it off now... If you don't take it off, let us see, your reputation really won't be preserved."

"This... I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it if I take it off."

"This world is really cruel. A beauty is a beauty. Even if she is the daughter of a corrupt official, the market is still so good."

"..."

No one can match the malice from the masses, and neither can Chi Huan.

Compared with the facts of logical reasoning, many people would rather believe what they believe.

Even if these are all fabricated out of thin air, what they want to see is nothing more than seeing the proud girl of the past make a fool of herself, and who really cares what the truth is like.

Chi Huan knew this very well. Her beautifully manicured nails were covered with sticky blood due to excessive force on her palms. She was calm and calm, but she still couldn't stop the dizziness.

Fang Shao naturally saw her patient anger, and smiled aggressively, "Chi Huan, are you going to take it off or not? Everyone is waiting...ah"

A sharp dull pain in his forehead interrupted his complacency.

With a "snap", a mug fell from the sky, hit him directly on the forehead, and then smashed to pieces on the carpet.

Fang Shao subconsciously touched his forehead, and his hand was stained with blood, and everyone was almost petrified.

The whole scene was stunned by this sudden change.

Everyone looked up, but only had time to catch the "assailant"'s retracted hand.

The dark blue suit reveals a section of the white inner shirt, and the silver watch on the wrist is faintly visible.

There was an uproar.

Fang Shao realized that he had been smashed, and yelled like crazy, "Who, who is the son of a bitch... What about the security guards, are all the security guards in this hotel dead?"

When Fang Shao's friends saw that he was injured, they naturally surrounded him.

How could a dude be reconciled to having his head smashed in public, "Go... find me the bastard who smashed me..."

Before he finished speaking, the man's legs were already appearing on the spiral staircase.

The dark trousers were ironed straight and meticulously, and the black leather shoes stepped down the steps.

A man with a tall and straight figure and a handsome face gradually appeared in the sight of everyone in the hall with an aura of indifference to coldness. Under the short hair, the originally indifferent brows and eyes were covered with a thick layer of haze like clouds, which was so perfect that it was heart-pounding. The outline overflowed with cold indifference.

Mo Shiqian rarely, or even almost never, appeared in front of everyone in such a high-profile manner.

Even at the birthday reception of the Bai family Baisong last time, although some interested people noticed him, it was not eye-catching.

That's why even Chi Huan didn't know that the man who had been by her side for more than three years and now slept next to her every night had a cold aura that could crush the entire venue, just like those in power.

So much so that she felt a sense of strangeness, mixed with grievances, palpitations, and other inexplicable and inexplicable emotions.

She pursed her lips slowly, didn't he have something to do?

Bai Song looked at the men from far to near, she knew better than anyone present that Mo Shiqian was angry.

Knowing him for five or six years, this was the first time she saw him angry.

Everyone was looking at him. From the moment he appeared, his gaze fell on Chi Huan. He seemed indifferent, but he didn't reveal anything, ignoring everyone else.

Mo Shiqian walked straight up to Chi Huan, stopped, raised his hand to stroke her hair, lowered his eyes to glance at her clenched hand, and said in a low voice, "Let go, huh?"

Her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and her fingers loosened naturally.

When he looked up again, there was finally a layer of mist in his eyes.