Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Mo Shiqian's face sank in the dim morning light.

What made Xiao Yu call him several times so early...

It's no small matter.

When he used to sleep alone, his phone would be set to vibrate, but Chi Huan would be woken up, and she didn't like it very much, so he accommodated her habit and set it to silent mode.

Her own, let alone.

He lifted the quilt lightly and got out of bed, put on the bathrobe casually, picked up the study room, pushed open the bedroom door and walked out, went straight to the study room, closed the door behind his back and dialed the phone back.

The other end of the call was answered almost instantly.

But after several seconds of silence, Xiao Yu did not speak.

Mo Shiqian forcefully opened the curtain of the study, and said in a cold voice, "What's wrong?"

"I didn't handle this matter well," Xiao Yu's voice was completely devoid of his usual rascality and foolishness, gloomy and serious like a dark gray sky covered by thick clouds, "Chi An is dead."

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Chi Huan was woken up by a man.

Usually, he went to work when she woke up. She didn't sleep too deeply, and she didn't even know how he managed to get up without affecting her in the slightest.

She was in a deep sleep, and when she woke up in a daze, she was a little annoyed with getting up, "What's wrong..."

When he opened his eyes, he was still a little uncomfortable, and his voice was still unawakened. The way Mo Shiqian looked at her, it was the first time in his life that he experienced what it meant to be—couldn't say it.

He helped her up almost forcibly, with a gloomy and stern look on his handsome face, "Huanhuan, get up, get dressed, wash up, we are going out."

Looking at his face, Chi Huan was startled. When they were alone, she had rarely felt the sharp and gloomy aura from him.

His outline is sharp and angular, rather cold and hard, and his speech and demeanor are hardly gentle, but after a long time, she can feel what his gentleness feels like. "Is something wrong?"

Mo Shiqian stared at her with deep, dark eyes, and his voice was extremely low, "Be obedient, get up."

Her heart sank for no reason.

But he still obeyed him, put on his clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up.

By the time she finished washing her face and brushing her teeth, combed her hair hastily and returned to the bedroom, the man had already brought her clothes from the cloakroom and put them neatly on the bed.

After she finished changing her clothes, he took a black scarf and wrapped it around her neck casually. He didn't give her time to tidy up carefully, so he took her by the hand and went out and went downstairs.

Li Ma looked at the two people who came down so early in surprise, "Mr. Mo, Miss Chi... we need to wait for breakfast..."

Before he could say a word, he was interrupted by the man, "No need to prepare, I won't eat today."

Chi Huan was almost dragged away by him. The man had long legs and fast steps, and she could hardly keep up with him.

Usually she was lazy and skipped breakfast, and was reprimanded by him...

Maybe it was deep winter, and Chi Huan's hands were so cold that she followed his footsteps almost mechanically.

When the man opened the co-pilot's door, she looked up at his firm and beautiful chin, and read out a sentence that hadn't been finalized or even formed in her mind, "Is it... something happened to my dad? "

Mo Shiqian stared deeply at her face for a few seconds, rolled his Adam's apple, and pushed her into the car without making a sound.

Chi Huan sat in the co-pilot's seat, and then heard the sound of him closing the door.

He returned to the car and started the engine skillfully and quickly.

The speed continued to climb.

She was a little at a loss, and she was speechless. She repeated a sentence in her mind several times before finally asking, "What's wrong with him?"

"Huanhuan," Mo Shiqian said in a low voice, her name overflowed from his lips and teeth, his eyes were as deep and dark as an abyss when he looked ahead, his jaw was tense, and his hand holding the steering wheel showed faint veins.

Only the voice was low and hoarse, "Your father passed away at two o'clock in the morning last night."

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It is always cold in the morning in winter, and it seems to be colder than the night.

While waiting for his relatives to confirm the body in the morgue of the hospital, Chi Huan was distracted.

She was wearing a dark blue coat and a black scarf, her long hair hung down her waist, her pretty face was expressionless and indifferent, and the tall and straight man standing beside her had a prominent and gloomy aura.

He kept staring at her face, his eyes were deep and dark, his jaw line was tight.

On the side was a person sent from the prison, rubbing his fists and saying, "This happened... We are also very sorry, very sorry, Miss Chi..."

"Sorry?" Chi Huan turned his head, with a sneer on his delicate face, "If sorry is useful, then why do we need the law, what do we need the prison for, and what do we need prison guards for?"

This passage, every time you say it, becomes more aggressive.

In the end, the prison guard couldn't hold back anymore.

Her face was cold, her voice was cold, her eyes were cold, and there was more hostility and sarcasm.

Even if she is not tall, and the boots she wears are not high, but standing there is domineering.

There was such a man who was even more difficult to mess with behind him. The prison guard felt resentful, but he couldn't say anything, and lowered his head embarrassingly.

Fortunately, the hospital staff in front came over, "Miss Chi, this way."

Chi Huan took a deep breath and walked up.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped, turned her head to the man who had been silent but never left, opened her mouth, finally looked away, pursed her lips and said, "I... alone Go, this should be the last time I see him."

Mo Shiqian's thin lips immediately pursed into a straight line, and he stared at her with his extremely deep eyes glued together.

But Chi Huan never looked at him directly, turned his gaze away, and followed the doctor.

He stared at her back, and was about to follow with his long legs.

The arm was grabbed by the person behind, "Forget it," Feng Xing said indifferently, "You will only deepen her sense of guilt by following up."

Mo Shiqian looked at the woman's back until she completely disappeared from sight. Her handsome face was vainly cold and gloomy, as if water could drip out and condense into ice slag at any time. "Have you found out?"

"Well, Xiao Yu, as the person in charge, has already found out,"

Feng Xing glanced at the prison guard standing aside, "Last night at two o'clock in the morning, an old man who lived with Chi An and was imprisoned for stealing things stabbed Chi An in the heart with a knife... that person is the least guilty of all Yes, he will be able to go out after squatting for a few months, and usually looks honest and weak, Xiao Yu's subordinates originally heard the movement, but he said he got up to go to the bathroom...they didn't think much about it, but he When he was returning to bed, he suddenly rushed over and stabbed Chi An several times... It will not work on the way to the hospital.