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

Under the snow-white light, Chi Huan looked coldly at the man standing not far from her.

She didn't understand why some men could be such a disgusting virtue.

Holding the phone with her fingers, she was originally planning to call Fengxing, but a series of things suddenly took her away. She stepped on her high heels on the thick soft carpet without making a sound.

The smile on her face is very delicate, but her delicate eyebrows are enveloped in a thin and dazzling mockery, her voice is soft but extremely indifferent, "A person who is low to a certain level is really invincible. I hooked up with you, right? Alright, call me on your mobile phone and see if your number is stored in my mobile phone, if there is a call record, if there is a SMS record, or a WeChat record...and any other me Proactively contacted your records, and..."

She pulled her red lips and smiled softly, "You are telling me, what kind of role did you give me to accompany you to bed...Oh, since I've been in bed, I should already be there. I got it, whose movie is it, what role, eh?"

Fang Shao didn't expect that Chi Huan would ask this suddenly. He was just making up and bragging.

I was caught off guard when I was asked and couldn't react at all.

Not to mention there will be any records.

Chi Huan raised her eyebrows, "Why, is it because your phone is out of power and can't be played, or is it difficult to answer my question?"

Fang Shao was asked by her, cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, and the rhythm of his breathing also chaotically. If he was close, he could still see the panic in his eyes. A few seconds later he raised his eyes and sneered, "Record? What record is there now? It cannot be deleted. Who knows if you hooked up several men at the same time, and you were afraid of being discovered, so you deleted the records."

Hearing this, Chi Huan was about to sneer, but he heard the man raise his voice and provocatively said, "You just want proof, I'll give you proof, there is a birthmark with a fingernail on your left chest... you I want to prove that if I have the ability, I will take off your clothes and let everyone see with their own eyes."

There was a burst of laughter around.

Chi Huan's fingers curled up, clutching tightly.

birthmark?

She was white all over her body, without any birthmarks.

This **** is sure she doesn't dare to take off her clothes, that's why she speaks nonsense here.

The woman who laughed at Ji Yu at the beginning said maliciously, "Miss Chi, you all have their own reasons for looking at flowers in the mist. We don't know who to believe in what you said. If you don't want to, just feel wronged. Show it to us."

"That's it, look at it."

"..."

There are not many really acrimonious voices, but most of them are good shows.

After similar voices sounded one after another, another man’s voice sounded, "Chi Huan, so you hooked up Fang Shao, tusk, I also remember your birthmark, but I don’t remember Fang Shao as well. I don’t remember. Is it on the left or right..."

At this moment, the hall burst into laughter again.

"Oh Miss Chi, you probably won't be able to take it off now... If you don't take it off, let us see, your reputation will really not be preserved."

"This... even if you take it off, you can't keep it."

"This world is really cruel. A big beauty is a big beauty. Even if it is the daughter of a corrupt official, the market is still so good."

"..."

No one can match the malice from the masses, and so is Chi Huan.

Compared with the facts of logical reasoning, many people would rather believe what they believe.

Even if these are all fabricated out of thin air, what they want to see is that the proud girl of the past makes a fool of herself, and who really cares about the truth.

Chi Huan knew this very well. Her beautifully manicured nails were covered with thick blood in her palms because of excessive force. Her mind was calm and calm, but she still couldn't stop the dizziness.

Fang Shao naturally noticed her patience and smiled with great precision, "Chi Huan, do you want to take off or not, everyone is waiting...ah"

A sharp dull pain on his forehead interrupted his elation.

With a "pop", a mug fell from the sky, hit his forehead directly, and then smashed to pieces on the carpet.

Fang Shao touched his forehead subconsciously, and he was directly stained with blood on his hand, making the others almost shocked.

The whole scene was shocked by this sudden change.

Everyone looked up, but only had time to catch the "attacker" withdrawn hand.

The dark blue suit reveals a white inner shirt, and the silver watch on his wrist is looming.

There was an uproar.

Fang Shao realized that he had been smashed, and shouted like crazy, "Who, which turtle grandson... security guard, are all the security guards in this hotel dead?"

When Fang Shao's friends saw him injured, they naturally surrounded him.

His head was smashed under the public, how could the dude reconciled, "Go... go find me the **** who hit me..."

Before his words fell, the legs of the man who were walking down appeared on the spiral staircase.

The dark trousers were ironed straight and meticulously, and the black leather shoes stepped down the steps.

A man with a tall stature and a handsome face, carrying an indifferent breath, gradually appeared in the sight of everyone in the hall. The original indifferent eyebrows under his short hair were covered with a thick haze like a cloud, which was perfect and heart-warming. The outline overflowed with a cold indifference.

Mo Shiqian is very rare, and it can even be said that he has hardly appeared in front of everyone in such a high-profile manner.

Even at Baisong’s birthday party last time, although some people noticed him, it was not eye-catching.

So even Chi Huan didn't know that this man who had been by her side for more than three years and now sleeps next to her night and night had a cruel aura that was so high that it was enough to crush the entire venue.

It made her feel strange, mixed with grievances, heart palpitations, and other emotions that are unclear and unclear.

She pursed her lips slowly, didn't he have something to do?

Bai Song looked at the man from far and near, she knew better than anyone present, Mo Shiqian was angry.

Knowing him for five or six years, this is the first time she has seen him angry.

Everyone looked at him. From the moment he appeared, his gaze fell on Chi Huan's body. It seemed to be faint, but there was no leak, ignoring everyone else.

Mo Shiqian walked straight to Chi Huan, stopped, raised his hand to touch her hair, glanced at her clenched hand with low eyes, and said in a low voice, "Let go of your hand, eh?"

Her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, so her fingers loosened naturally.

When he looked up again, a layer of mist finally filled his eyes.

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