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

Chi Huan didn't say anything. He retracted his gaze, bent over and got into the car, and said to the man, "Then I'm leaving."

Mo Shiqian took two steps back, "Call me if you have something to do."

She bent her eyebrows, "Okay."

The man's slender hand closed the car door for her.

The white Ferrari reversed and left.

Chi Huan sat in the back seat and looked up at the tall figure reflected in the rearview mirror. He happened to see Manager Song on the side looking sideways to look at the man beside him. The delicately drawn eyebrows were slightly raised, and the expression in his eyes was indescribable. , It’s not about admiration, but it’s not all the way subordinates look at their boss.

She pursed her red lips, her eyes fell on the beautiful chain on her wrist.

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Parking lot in front of the restaurant.

Mo Shiqian walked towards the place where his car stopped.

Manager Song said goodbye to the foreign man she was with, and then followed.

She pulled the car door and sat in the back seat.

The car started, reversed, and gradually entered the traffic.

Manager Song smiled and asked, "Ms. Mo, does she like today's restaurant and gifts?"

The handsome young man is very indifferent, "I like bracelets, but she doesn't like restaurant reservations."

"Then does she like the taste of this restaurant?"

"Okay."

She ate a lot, which should still be in line with her appetite. Of course, she was tired from shopping today, so she ate a lot.

Manager Song raised his hand to put the hair that fell on his forehead behind his ears, and said with a smile, "Women just want to coax, Miss Chi is only in her early twenties. I won't be angry anymore."

Mo Shiqian didn't say anything superfluous, but said lightly, "Thank you."

Manager Song smiled, "It is an honor for me to share the worries and problems for my boss."

The man downplayed, "My personal affairs are not within the scope of your work."

Manager Song chuckled, "Ms. Chi is awkward with you, which will naturally affect your working mood. It is only good to coax her. The chairman sent me over to help you take over and adapt to the company as quickly as possible. I should do it."

Mo Shiqian curled his lips, sneered between his lips and teeth, his voice was low and cold, "I know what he wants to do. After Miss Song is famous, I also know what he wants to do when he calls you to me. But you too I can tell him that if I agree to do this for the president, I will do it, but I will not add any extras."

"I understand, President Mo can rest assured. I have seen a lot of marriages of this type. I have never seen a few happy marriages. If I can, I don't want it. I just hope... President Mo will not just because I am the chairman. I am hostile to those who are sent."

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Chi Huan always wanted to pick a gift for Mo Shiqian when shopping in the afternoon...It doesn't have to be a gift, it just buys something for him, it's best to be practical, because she thinks he is a pragmatist.

But there is no suitable choice.

Ning Youran said on the side, "Otherwise you can go back and cook your own meal."

Chi Huan pouted, "But I can't cook."

"It's just a surprise if you don't do it. If you can, then it's not a gift."

After thinking about it, Chi Huan found it reasonable, and she really didn't find a suitable gift to Mo Shiqian. When she wandered around at three o'clock in the afternoon, she went back... and was ready to play tricks on how to cook.

She has never touched Yang Chunshui. It is obviously impossible to do it independently for the first time, so she let the chef guide the whole process, and she does it all by herself. From 3:30 to 6:30 in the evening, I finally managed to finish a dinner.

of course……

As a novice, I accidentally cut my finger while cutting vegetables.

When I was cooking, I was splashed by oil stars several times, and bubbles formed in the severely hot areas.

But it's not serious, just let Ma Li take a band-aid and put it on her.

Serve a table of dishes.

Chi Huan stood by the dining table, looked at the slightly miserable dishes, turned to ask Mother Li, "Is it hard to swallow when looking at it?"

"No, no, Miss Chi, your first time cooking, it’s already pretty good with such results."

Hearing comfort, Chi Huan relieved a little.

For the first time, it felt wonderful.

She took out the phone and looked at the time on the screen. It was half past six, why he hasn't returned.

I was about to make a call, but as soon as the phone was unlocked, the words Mumo and Mo were lit up on the screen.

She was startled, the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

I always felt that he called back at this time, and there seemed to be no other reason except to tell her that he was not coming back.

With a slip of her finger, she answered the phone and pursed her lips, "The meal is ready, when will you go home?"

After a moment of silence, the man said at the other end, "Sorry, I can't come back now, you eat first, eh?"

"You said yourself that you won't work overtime today."

Mo Shi said modestly and indifferently, "Some minor problems occurred temporarily in the negotiated project, and I have to go over to solve it... You don't have to wait for me, I will come back after processing."

Chi Huan closed her eyes and bit her lip.

Maybe she didn't say a word. The man frowned and called her name again, "Chi Huan."

"Then are you coming back for dinner?"

After a few seconds, the man replied in a low voice, "Not coming back."

"Oh, I see," she said silently, "then I will eat first, you can go to work, goodbye."

After finishing speaking, the call was cut off without waiting for his answer.

She threw the phone aside, opened the dining chair and sat down, without raising her head and said lightly, "Li Ma, he won't come back, I will eat it myself, you can help me make a bowl of rice."

"Eh, aren't you coming back?"

"Well, something is going on, I'm hungry, you can help me prepare a meal."

Ma Li looked at her and couldn't see the joyful and angry profile, and she didn't dare to say more, "Okay, I'm going now."

Chi Huan first filled a bowl of soup, bowed his head and drank slowly.

Well, the smell is very weak...

After drinking the soup, I sandwiched a piece of meat... It was barely cooked and I could swallow it.

I took another mouthful of greens, which was a bit burnt.

It's all cooked, although it's slightly burnt.

But it's ugly.

Chi Huan tasted them one by one, put aside his chopsticks and said lightly, "It's too unpalatable, Ma Li, you can let the kitchen give me a bowl of noodles."

"what?"

"I'm hungry and want to eat noodles."

"Oh, yes, go right away."

Chi Huan got up and dumped all the dishes that she found unpalatable without expression.

After waiting for ten minutes, he slowly ate a bowl of noodles and went upstairs.

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Mo Shiqian came back at ten o'clock.

Chi Huan was sitting on the single sofa in the bedroom and reading the script. She hesitated for several days, whether to take Zhang Yan's blockbuster or Jiang Song... she wanted to act more.

In the winter night, there was a bitter wind at night.

When Mo Shiqian took off his coat and handed it to Ma Li, Ma Li couldn't hold back and said quietly, "Mr. Mo...Miss Chi is not happy all night. Remember to say something nice later."

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