Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

She couldn't read the book anymore, and lay on the bed tossing and turning, with complicated and entangled content in her mind, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time, until late at night, she fell asleep with the quilt in a daze.

Mo Shiqian simply calculated the time difference and called her at eight o'clock in the morning in Lancheng.

The mobile phone is silent and lights up next to the pillow, and the woman is still asleep.

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon in Paris time, he was sitting in the cold office, pinching his fingers between his brows, looking down at the phone that was automatically hung up, wondering if she was awake or unwilling to answer his call.

In the end, he slowly wove a text message and sent it.

As soon as he put down his phone, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

It was Song Shu who pushed the door and walked in. She was wearing a simple and capable professional attire. Compared with Wen Yi, she had a bit less aura and more exposed softness. "President, Kang Ding said you were looking for me."

"Well," the man didn't even look up, he picked up the prepared document from the side and handed it over, his deep and pleasant voice was very indifferent, "You handle this whole process yourself."

Song Shu glanced at him, stretched out her hand to take it, lowered her head and quickly glanced over, her beautiful face was stunned, and subconsciously asked, "Are you divorced from your wife?"

"Um."

Song Shu opened her mouth, she didn't show much shock out of professionalism, but the turmoil in her heart didn't subside for a while. She is now the department manager of Clod-Summer's public relations department. It is true that she announced the divorce. Handled by her.

She asked tentatively, "Madam...doesn't seem to come back with you this time?"

Mo Shiqian looked up at her, and said lightly, "Is there anything else?"

Song Shu naturally understood what he meant, pinched the document with her fingers, bowed her head and said, "President, I'm going out first."

He didn't reply, and his gaze fell back to the screen of his laptop.

…………

After Chi Huan got up, he naturally saw his missed calls and text messages——

[Huanhuan, call me back when you wake up. 】

Back and forth, don't know when to call again?

She threw the phone on the bed, got out of bed to wash, and when she tied up her hair and came out, she just saw the phone on the bed light up. She pursed her lips, and finally walked over to pick up the phone.

The caller ID turned out to be Mo Shiqian.

She pursed her lips, and finally took it.

"get up?"

"Um."

The man smiled lowly, "Why didn't you call me back?"

She said in a rather light tone, "I have nothing to look for you."

"Did you have breakfast?"

"No."

"Then go eat first, and call me after you finish eating. If you don't call, I'll call you back in an hour."

Chi Huan, "..."

She pinched the phone.

What this man really said made people angry.

It was quite late, and she looked through the stock she bought the day before yesterday. It was too late to cook porridge at this time, so she made a simple sandwich and made a cup of hot milk to fill her stomach. She thought it would be lunch by herself Cook and eat in the apartment.

An hour later, Mo Shiqian's call came as scheduled.

She didn't want to pick it up a little bit, but thinking that he was in Paris now, she still picked it up, sitting in the huge swivel chair in the study, looking at the bright roses on the desk.

She said lightly, "You have something to tell me."

He said in a low voice, "Yesterday, I received the news on the spur of the moment. I wanted to call you on the way to the airport, but someone kept reporting the situation to me...you hung up the phone call."

Chi Huan sneered, "Is it my fault?"

"Blame me."

She took it for granted, but said nothing.

In this short silence for a few seconds, Chi Huan heard a woman's voice faintly on the other end of the phone, soft and comfortable, but also clear and well-organized, "President, this is a statement. Please read it over. If there is no problem, I will send it to you tomorrow morning." People send it out."

this voice...

After five years, how many people Chi Huan has come into contact with over the years, for someone like Song Shu who has never met or chatted a few times, he should not have remembered her voice, but when she made a sound, she I recognized it.

She heard Mo Shiqian hum indifferently and said, "Put it down, I'll see later."

"OK."

After a few more seconds, it was probably Song Shu who left, and the man's indifferent tone became a little gentler, "There are a lot of things here, and it will take a while to finish—"

He paused, and Chi Huan clenched the phone tightly for no reason. She couldn't tell what it was like. She also knew that there must be a lot of things waiting for him to deal with. Now that Wen Yi has been sent to Jiangcheng by him, things are going more.

But thinking about their relationship, they fell out after one day of reconciliation, and he returned to Paris the next day.

It was supposed to be the time to eliminate barriers and cultivate relationships, but the two places were separated, not in the same time zone, and simply not in the same world.

After that, she heard Mo Shiqian whisper and say slowly, "If you don't accept the script recently, come to Paris to accompany me. When things are over, I will accompany you to settle down in Lancheng."

Chi Huan was taken aback, and to be precise, she was taken aback, "What?"

"Come and stay with me for a while."

Who asked this sentence, she asked the latter sentence.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Mo Shiqian said in a low and hoarse tone with a bewitching tone, "You just come here for a few days, whether it's traveling or shopping, and then go back if you have a job, huh?"

After Chi Huan returned to the top, she became lazy again. When she was relatively poor, she used to fight for various advertisements to make money. Now she basically makes movies, is an endorsement, and occasionally accepts commercials. Others, she basically doesn't touch them.

In the past, Tang Yueze used her as a cash cow to exploit her, but now with Mo Shiqian's relationship, he would turn a blind eye to her capricious big names.

Chi Huan didn't answer this question, but said something irrelevant, "Is the one who spoke just now Song Shu?"

Mo Shiqian raised his eyebrows, "Can you hear that too?"

"Is she your secretary?"

The man didn't speak, but smiled, still the kind of smile that sounded particularly pleasant.

Laughing so much that Chi Huan became annoyed, "Laugh at me again and hang up the phone."

His voice is low and mellow, and there is a sense of humor in the low mellow, "Jealous?"

She snorted coldly, "I've never eaten your wife's jealousy, I'll eat hers."

"Then you still have a special question?"

"do you have any opinion?"

"No," the man replied in a low voice, "She is a department manager. She doesn't have many opportunities to have direct contact with me at work, and she has a stable boyfriend in the past few years. You don't have to be jealous."

Chi Huan snorted lightly and ignored him.

"I'll have someone arrange a schedule for you, huh?"

She originally wanted to agree to accompany her to settle down in Lancheng because of that understatement, although she never thought of making him give up so much, even though Clod-Summer was not what he wanted at the beginning, but all these years, his thoughts are real. of.

People must have feelings for things that they have spent their hard work on.