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

The man's voice was low and dumb, a little dumb, "Why don't you wear shoes?"

Chi Huan was lazy, relying on the carpet at home, and rarely wear shoes at home, although it is autumn, it is a bit cold.

She was looked at by him-even if the look was no different from usual... At least, she didn't see any difference.

But she stood there, still feeling flustered that she didn't know how to let go.

She bit her lip again, "You...you, why haven't you left?"

Mo Shiqian has recovered from the accident just now, his eyes are deep and unpredictable Qingjun indifferent, he said faintly, "What happened just now, sorry."

Chi Huan didn't want to mention it again, and took it as an accident.

After all, she thinks she knows what this man is, because the main responsibility lies in her changing clothes and not closing the door.

But when he mentioned it, she still couldn't suppress the anger and anger, "Why didn't you knock on the door when you entered my bedroom?"

Mo Shiqian looked at her blushing face again, and was quiet, "I am going to knock on the door."

When entering other people's rooms...especially the bedroom of a female employer, even if the door is not closed, he must click twice to ask questions. He has done this in the past.

Only just now, obviously there is no such opportunity.

Chi Huan looked at his handsome and clear face, turned his own face, and said quickly, "What happened just now was just an accident. I will forget it, and you will forget it completely."

After a few seconds, the man uttered a very faint word, "Okay."

Chi Huan's tense nerves relaxed a little, but it was still very hot, so she didn't dare to look at him, only closed her eyes and muttered, "Okay, you go back first, I'm going to sleep."

Mo Shiqian looked at her face under her long hair, "Miss, you have taken the cold medicine."

She curled her eyebrows, "I will eat it myself when you go."

"you will not."

Chi Huan, "..."

She did not have the habit of taking medicine consciously.

This man...

"I had an IV in the hospital during the day. I don't need to take medicine anymore. Taking too much cold medicine is not good for my body. I will recover in two days."

The man faintly stated in his deep, methodical voice, "You will have an exam tomorrow. You will be frightened if you have a bad cold. You are weak. It is best to take some cold medicine and get a good night's sleep."

Chi Huan bit her lip hard and said nonchalantly, "I just need to make up the exam after I feel uncomfortable. You don't know if I do this often."

Mo Shiqian reminded her faintly, "Your professors know that you have freed up nearly half a year for the wedding. If you have time and make excuses for not going... you just have to lose your course and you can only retake it."

Chi Huan, "..."

She often had to shoot movies and couldn't go to school. Because of her being a big star, and because of her having a mayor's father, most of the time she kept one eye closed.

But she will not be filming in the near future is something all the media know.

She only had to look at the posture he was standing there. He wouldn't stop without watching her take the medicine. This man has been with her for several years, and she can understand his personality somewhat.

Someone once told her that, except for her and her father, Mo Shiqian was not offended by others, but he was definitely not a bodyguard. No one knows that even if this man is in front of her, he is often not what a bodyguard should have!

Does any bodyguard dare to force the employer to take medicine?

In the early days, she was very resistant to the man sent by her father to monitor her and discipline her. She did everything against him, but she learned a lot after learning enough lessons. After a few years, she formed a peaceful and peaceful relationship.

She curled her lips, went to the coffee table and picked up the cold medicine on it, poured herself a large glass of water and swallowed it.

As soon as the cup was put, "It's finished."

Mo Shiqian raised his chin slightly, "Hair dry too."

Chi Huan, "..."

He is still faintly methodical, "It will aggravate the cold."

Chi Huan stood still.

Mo Shiqian stood for a while, took a step forward and found the hair dryer, plugged it in, and handed it to her.

Chi Huan stood still, didn't answer, and didn't mean to answer.

Ten seconds later, she sat down on the sofa, her head lying on the armrest of the sofa, and said, "You have to blow me, then you can blow it to me."

Looking at the woman lying on her stomach, Mo Shiqian suddenly remembered the cold and arrogant puppet cat raised by Feng Xing. He also liked to lie on the sofa and wait for someone to give it a smooth hair.

After a while, the sound of the wind still rang.

The warm wind blew across Chi Huan's scalp, warm and comfortable, the sofa was soft, and the warm air was comfortable. Chi Huan was unwell and tired. Coupled with the hypnotic effect of cold medicine, she became drowsy within a few minutes.

When the hair was completely dried, the man turned off the hair dryer and she was asleep.

As soon as the sound of the blowing stopped, there was only a woman breathing quietly and evenly in the air.

Mo Shiqian looked down at her quietly lying face, sighed gently, and leaned over to hug her back to the bed.

The line of sight inadvertently touched her feet under the white skirt.

The dark pupils shrank slowly. The two feet were small and white. When he fell asleep, his toes were also curled up, breathing slightly, he suddenly stretched out his hand to grasp one of the feet.

Her feet are cold, very cold, especially in the warm palms of men.

Maybe this temperature made Chi Huan feel comfortable when she was asleep, but she groaned lowly, "Um..."

He quickly retracted his hand, looking at the face that was covered by long hair with frowning eyebrows, and a few seconds later, he quickly hugged her.

Chi Huan didn't sleep deeply, but he didn't wake up safely either.

She called out in a daze, "Mo Shiqian."

"Hold you back to bed to rest."

Half asleep and half awake, she complained in a low voice, "You have taken me out of sight..."

Mo Shiqian did not speak.

She said vaguely again, "You have taken my huge advantage... No other man has seen me all..."

Mo Shiqian, "..."

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Chi Huan was awakened by the glaring sunlight the next morning.

She groaned softly, then shook off the quilt, stretched unscrupulously on the soft bed.

After a few seconds, she suddenly realized that something was wrong, and sat up, looking down at herself.

Sweater, long skirt, does she sleep in this?

The memory of last night flooded into the memory within a second. When Chi Huan reacted, she had lifted the quilt and stepped on the ground and walked out quickly. As soon as the bedroom door opened, she saw the man standing in front of the French window.

He stood against the light, and the pale golden sunlight in the morning seemed to have plated his figure with gold.

The temperament is pure and juan, and the beauty is in a trance.

About hearing her movement, the man who was on the call ended the call, looking at her with a long body half sideways, his voice low, "Wake up?"

"Did you come early, or... stayed here last night?"

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