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

She had a pause in the action of scooping the porridge. No wonder she felt that today's porridge seemed particularly soft, sweet but not greasy.

Does cooking her porridge count as an apologize?

She continued to drink the porridge, and said lightly, "He has that face from morning to night. How can you tell whether he is in a good mood or not, you should not bother to speak for him."

Ma Li couldn't help but laugh, "But the porridge was cooked by the husband himself, I didn't lie to you."

Chi Huan did not speak, lowered his head and continued to drink.

Ma Li made her another glass of milk before leaving her in the restaurant quietly.

When Chi Huan passed through the living room after eating breakfast, he met the servant who was taking out the trash. The corner of his eye glimpsed the flower that Mo Shiqian had thrown into the trash basket last night.

"Wait."

The servant looked at her and saw her staring at the roses in the trash can. She was a little afraid that Chi Huan wanted to take it out again, and asked in a nonchalant manner, "Miss Chi, what's the matter with you?"

"Is the card still there?"

"what?"

"Isn't there a card in the rose?"

She can't remember where Mo Shiqian threw it after reading it last night.

Although it seemed... it might have been sent by Pei Yi, she still wanted to verify it with her own eyes.

"I'll look for this."

Chi Huan frowned, "If you don't see it, forget it, you don't have to look through the trash can."

She returned to the study and considered for a while or called Mo Shiqian.

In the office, the man looked at the words Chi Huan lit up on the phone screen, raised his eyebrows, picked up the phone and swiped to answer, "Did you finish breakfast?"

"Finished."

After a moment of silence, without hearing anything more from her, Mo Shiqian pursed his lips, "Is something wrong with me?"

"I want to ask you, who gave me the flower last night? Is it Pei Yi?"

The man's eyes narrowed, his eyebrows darkened a few times, and he said faintly, "You didn't see it, why guess it is him? As far as I know, you haven't cooperated and don't know him."

He had been her bodyguard for three years, and then became her man seamlessly. He was almost always together and never separated. He naturally knew everything about her.

Chi Huan didn't intend to hide it from him, and said lightly, "Oh, in order to let me leave you, Mr. Bai not only asked me to go to Zhang Yan's movie, but also specially invited the actor to come and talk to me."

Mo Shiqian's face was unhappy, and his expression even more unhappy, coldly sneered, "What does it mean to send roses?"

Is it a rose or a red rose?

What else does it mean for a man to send red roses?

She curled her lips, "Is there no writing on the card?"

word?

【I wish forever bright and red. 】

It's not impossible to say that Chi Huancan is a rose, but Mo Shiqian just feels disgusting when speaking from a man.

She didn't mention the rose flower matter last night, and Mo Shiqian thought she would not ask again. At this time, she seemed to be very concerned. The man's brow furrowed more and more severely, and the coldness in his voice came out of his bones. Sending you roses, you ask me now, what follow-up are you going to develop with him?"

"He is my predecessor, and we may cooperate. He sent me flowers. I can't pretend that I haven't received them."

Mo Shiqian was expressionless and said faintly, "How do you want to pretend to know? Throw the flower in front of him? I already threw it for you."

Chi Huan, "..."

She didn't want to reason with him, "Okay, I see, you continue to be busy, I will handle it myself."

"Chi Huan."

"Something else?"

He closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and said in a low voice, "Stay away from the man who wants to meddle with you, eh?"

In these words, there was already a somewhat dangerous warning.

Chi Huan’s soft voice was quiet on the other end, “I know how to deal with this kind of thing. Didn’t you say that yesterday? I can’t just because they like me or show me good, I won’t cooperate with them... …Since I didn’t break up with you, I would naturally keep my distance from other men."

Mo Shiqian was blocked by her with his own words.

The reason is the truth, but the dissatisfaction in her heart is still thick, even because of her light tone.

He just doesn't like Chi Huan filming and cooperating with men who like her, not to mention if there is a kiss scene or a larger-scale scene... Imagine that scene, his face is expressionless, and the sides of his temples are beating suddenly.

He should have just opened the monsoon yesterday.

…………

In the afternoon, Chi Huan was studying the script of the new movie prepared by Director Zhang Yan sent by Sister Yao in the study.

She didn't know how the relationship between Bai Lao, Mo Shiqian, and Zhang Dao was coordinated, but now that Mo Shiqian resolved it, she didn't bother to ask too much.

At one point she received a call from Mo Shiqian. She lay on the table and talked with him lazily, "What's the matter?"

After a moment of silence, the man's clear, low voice sounded, "What are you doing?"

Chi Huan raised his eyebrows and answered, "I'm reading the script."

He smiled faintly, "Do you like it?"

like?

"It's people who pick me, and I'm not picking them. There is nothing I like or dislike."

The man whispered, "You can choose."

She was startled slightly, and didn't understand what he meant for a while, and said after a while, "This is pretty good. There are Zhang Dao and Ying Di Pei, quality assurance."

The man said in a low voice, "There is a dinner in the evening, starting at 6 o'clock, Fengxing will come to pick you up at 5 o'clock, you should prepare in advance."

Chi Huan asked subconsciously, "Aren't you going?"

"Well, I won't go. He is there, and nothing will happen to you."

She wasn't afraid of something.

"What are you going to do."

The man was silent for a few seconds before he said faintly, "An investor I knew wanted to make a movie with you before. I promised to arrange a time for you to meet. He happened to be there today. You can meet him."

"Okay, I see."

"Call me if you have something, huh?"

She listened to his voice, her mood was a little unspeakable, and she whispered, "I see."

After hanging up the phone, Chi Huan looked down at her cell phone in a daze. Someone wanted to make a movie with her. Why didn't he tell her?

…………

Chi Huan started putting on makeup and changing clothes at four o'clock. When it was popular, she happened to step on high heels downstairs.

The unusually handsome man was playing with the car keys with his fingers, glanced at her lazily, raised his thin lips and smiled, "Miss Chi's shot is indeed a great success."

She knew that he was talking about the monsoon.

Chi Huan pouted her lips. She didn't feel how glorious this incident was. She said she was arguing about breaking up and cried again before the man said she was going to drive her.

"When he grows up, has he really never liked any woman before?"

Feng Xing's thin lips are sexy, and the corners of his lips flicker with a curled smile, "Why, others call you the daughter of a corrupt official, you don't even have the confidence to like a man?"

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