Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

After a moment of silence, the other side chuckled, "Okay, I see."

Mo Shiqian hummed, then hung up the phone and put the phone in front of him.

Chi Huan lived alone, and the white Ferrari stopped downstairs in the high-end apartment.

The woman in the co-pilot opened her eyes, "here?"

Mo Shiqian got out of the car and opened the door of the co-pilot for her.

Seeing her slow movements, he leaned over again, and reached out without saying a word to unfasten her seat belt.

"Mo Shiqian."

Her voice was not as soft as usual, it was a bit cold and hoarse.

"Ok?"

"I am not feeling well, I have no strength."

The man didn't speak, and straightly hugged her out of the car, with his knees on top, and closed the door.

Chi Huan's forehead rested on his shoulders, and her long hair like seaweed fell and was lifted by the wind.

She whispered his name again, "Mo Shiqian."

"Ok."

"You handle things cleanly today. I don't want to see gossip about this in the media."

"It will be handled."

Mo Shiqian hugged her and walked into the apartment from the parking lot. The breeze was cool and quiet and refreshing.

Chi Huan smelled the clear and familiar smell on his body, and felt that he was suddenly too weak to be weakened. "What did you do tonight?"

Her voice was always low, and she seemed to dissipate in the wind after saying a word.

After a while, he replied lightly, "solve some trouble for my fiancee."

She murmured, "You are so kind to your fiancee..."

The moment the elevator opened, Chi Huan heard the man say something in a very calm tone, "Miss, actually you deserve better."

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As soon as the door of the apartment opened, Chi Huan took off the clothes on her feet as soon as she landed on the ground, and handed them to the man beside her, "I'm going to take a bath."

After that, she went straight into the bathroom.

Mo Shiqian watched her back disappear from his sight, put the windbreaker on the sofa, and turned to go out.

Twist the flowers and sprinkle, and the warm water dripped from the top of her head to her toes.

In the mist, her delicate face could not be as charming as usual, cold and woody.

Chi Huan was dizzy and sleepy. After not washing it for long, she quickly turned off the shower. After pulling the towel, she wiped her hair and body water casually. When she wanted to take the clothes, she found that she hadn’t brought anything in, so she pulled the bath towel. Wrapped out.

Stepping barefoot on the carpet and wiping his hair, the whole apartment is quietly close to death.

After experiencing tonight, Chi Huan especially rejected this silence.

She pursed her lips and shouted outside the door, "Mo Shiqian."

"Mo Shiqian..."

I called out several times in a row, and only my own echo and a deeper silence responded to her.

have they gone?

She frowned. Didn't the man tell her when he left?

Chi Huan's depressive mood became more and more low. She couldn't tell at this moment, she especially hoped that he would be by her side, even if she didn't speak, or even stayed in a room.

She is in the bedroom and he is in the living room outside, which is fine.

She didn't have much patience to wipe her hair, so she threw the towel on the bed, and then took out a nightdress from the closet where the underwear and nightwear were kept.

He glanced at the half-open door, gave up the idea of ​​closing the door after a second——

She is the only one at home. It makes no difference whether the bedroom door is closed or not, as long as the curtains are closed.

Pulling off the bath towel and allowing it to slide onto the carpet, Chi Huan raised his foot and took a step forward, ready to get her nightdress at the end of the bed.

Suddenly there was a small noise at the door.

Chi Huan suddenly realized something, his hand stiffened, and turned his head reflexively.

Mo Shiqian's tall and straight figure stood at the door, his deep and calm pupils shrunk slightly, stuck on her body, and the whole person was also rigid in place for a while without making any response.

Chi Huan stared at him blankly, staring at each other for three seconds.

Suddenly, her nerves reacted like a fire, her chest protector with both hands blocked in front, and she yelled at him in a panic, "You...what are you standing there for? Didn't you...go away?"

Her pale and bloodless face all night, within a few seconds, it seemed as if the blood all over her body rushed into her head, dripping from her face.

Mo Shiqian looked at him, his stiffness was not relieved, his thin lips opened slightly, his voice was low and hoarse, "I... went downstairs and bought some medicine."

Chi Huan stayed for a few more seconds before shouting at him angrily, "Then you still watch? Get out!"

With a "bang", the door was closed vigorously.

The man stepped back and closed the door from outside.

Chi Huan was shocked by the sound again, and stood in place like a fool.

Outside.

Mo Shiqian stood with his head down, short of breath, and the knuckles of his right hand holding the doorknob turned white.

He closed his eyes, but the scene he had just seen clearly appeared in his mind in an instant.

Chi Huan is very petite, and is a small group in his arms. In front of the media and outsiders, he has the dual qualities of a girl and a queen, and is called a sweet queen by the media.

He has seen her various appearances more than anyone, but he also ignored her various appearances more than anyone.

Long hair drenched like seaweed fell on his waist and draped over his shoulders.

Fifteen minutes later.

Chi Huan was neatly dressed, but chose to open the bedroom door and walk out.

She wore a white long skirt, a gray sweater, a rare simple and elegant match, and her long black hair was still wet.

As soon as the door opened, she saw the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. The night was filled with the window. He didn't know whether he was watching or watching the night scene.

Biting his lip, Chi Huan was about to speak, but the man who heard the movement just turned around.

Shen Jing's straight gaze fell on her face.

His eyes met, Chi Huan met his eyes, and the content that had been organized and prepared just now became blank again.

Mo Shiqian looked at her, then lowered his head to look at her bare feet with curled up toes on the carpet.

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