Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Feng Xing spread his hands, half-seriously, half-casually, guessing casually, "Maybe she can't give birth?"

Mo Shiqian said indifferently, "Impossible. Since she was kidnapped when she was seventeen years old, all the physical examination reports for her work or routine examinations will go through my hands."

Feng Xing bit his cigarette butt, squinted at him, and said with a smile, "Just because of this, you are so angry? She is quite young now, and it is not normal to have the idea of ​​not wanting to have children. After a few years, maybe she will come back again." It's changed, and if you really want a child so much, wait until you're married and it's a certainty, and then use some tricks to get her pregnant... and then find a way to coax her to give birth. "

Holding the short cigarette between her fingers, she took one last puff, "Since she is throwing out getting married, then get married first, anyway, you have to do it after getting married... She won't refuse to touch you."

Mo Shiqian's eyes darkened, and his thin lips were pursed even tighter.

It's not that he won't touch it, but he really can't touch it very much.

But this can't be said to others, even brothers who have been brothers for more than ten years.

He picked up the wine glass, brought it to his thin lips and drank it.

At the end, rubbing her fingers against the empty glass, she said flatly, "Sometimes, I don't know what she's thinking."

What he cared about was not whether he wanted a child, but why she suddenly raised such a condition.

When they were together before, when he proposed, when she agreed to propose, they didn't mention this at all.

Not being able to give birth and not wanting to give birth are two different things.

Unwilling to have a relationship... unwilling to conceive a child for him, those are two very different things.

Feng Xing raised the corners of his lips, exhaled the smoke slowly, leaned over and snuffed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray unhurriedly, "Isn't it strange, don't you never tell her everything."

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When Chi Huan arrived in 1999, Mo Shiqian leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes quietly, not knowing whether he was asleep or passed out.

When he pushed the door to go in, he bumped into Feng Xing impatiently kicking him, "Hey..."

She was a little angry immediately, and couldn't help raising her voice to ask, "What are you doing?"

Fengxing looked sideways at the panting woman staring at him, silently retracted his legs, and said innocently, "Wake him up and drive him home, what else can he do."

Chi Huan walked over, put the bag on the coffee table, and said dissatisfiedly, "You can call him or push him, why kick him?"

Feng Xing, "..."

They are men, what's the problem with kicking their feet casually?

"I'm not his woman, so I have no obligation to be gentle with him," Feng Xing looked at her with interest, his eyes didn't show any seriousness, but he could see every detail of her face, and his tone was so lazy that it seemed to be teasing, " Besides, kicking him is nothing, I have kicked him and beat him in the past ten years, but I didn't let him run out to drink in the middle of the night without sleep."

Chi Huan's movements to help the man froze.

After a few seconds, she returned to her natural state, and continued to push him to wake him up, "Mo Shiqian...Mo Shiqian."

"Why don't you try calling me husband... He's the most boring person."

Chi Huan turned to look at him, pursed his lips and said, "Help me and ask two people to come up and help him go back."

Fengxing retracted Erlang's raised legs, landed on the ground and stood up, looked down at her, and said lightly in a smiling voice, "Don't call, it's because of you that I wasted most of the night looking at her. He was drinking here, but in the end he didn't hear a few words from him, so you can figure it out yourself."

There seemed to be a hint of revenge in those words.

"Feng Xing..."

Before Chi Huan had finished speaking, he had already closed the door and left without hearing anything.

After going out, Feng Xing put one hand into his trouser pocket, and casually raised the other hand, and immediately a man in a black suit appeared behind him.

"Don't worry about them, and don't need to help Chi Huan, just send a few people to keep an eye on them, and just don't let them get into trouble."

"OK."

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There were only the two of them left in the box.

She looked at the closed door, turned her head and looked back at the man, feeling helpless, she pushed and shook him several times, trying to wake him up.

Others were noisy and vomited when they were drunk, but he was drunk and fell asleep.

Chi Huan was exhausted, sighed, and simply lay on his lap, looked up at the man's clean, handsome and angular face, looked at it for a while, then raised his hand, and touched the contours of his face with his fingers.

After touching like this obsessively for a while, she took off her coat and climbed onto his lap, took his hands off her waist, and then lay her head on the armrest beside the sofa with him.

After a few minutes, I felt that this posture was uncomfortable, so I took the pillow and put it under my head.

With this posture, she was sleeping in his arms face to face.

His breathing is very even and heavy, with a faint aroma of wine, maybe he likes it too much, so he likes it no matter what.

I don't know how long I watched like this, Chi Huan leaned over and kissed him, then closed his eyes, and fell asleep just like that.

Originally, I wanted to call An Ke and ask her to ask other bodyguards to help her get him back together, but after thinking about it, I decided to forget it.

Anyway, 1999 is where he followed Fengxing, so it should be very safe. This box is also their own private place, so it's no problem to use it for a night's rest.

It's just that this sofa is a bit small, and with the man's body shape here, she has to lie on half of his body to fit it.

But it's okay, very close.

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The next morning, when Mo Shiqian woke up, he had a clear hangover headache.

His arm was pressed by something, paralyzed by poor blood flow, he subconsciously wanted to pull his hand out before he opened his eyes, and suddenly realized the soft touch and familiar fragrance in the next second.

Before Chi Huan was pushed off the sofa, he hugged her reflexively.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the clear sleeping face of a woman.

It was so clear that she was in his arms. Although she slept in his arms every night, he still felt a little unreal at this moment.

Did Chi Huan get pushed when he woke up, and when he almost fell weightlessly, his subconscious instinct grabbed the man's clothes in front of him, seeking safety.

Mo Shiqian didn't move, afraid that she would fall off the sofa, so he only used his arms to fish her body into a deeper place in his embrace.

His head was still hurting, and most of his body was numb and uncomfortable, but he looked at the woman who took the initiative to snuggle into his arms, and felt as if he could only surrender.

This woman annoyed him more and more.

But what can he do with her?

His fingers caressed her cheek, and he bowed his head to kiss her.

Chi Huan was woken up by his kiss.

The sofa is too small, her sleeping position numbs her nerves, and her whole body is sore, before her eyes are opened, a soft and low sound comes out of her throat, like a moan, "Mmm..."