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

"Where are you going? Our car is no longer there."

The man turned a deaf ear and walked directly over there.

Chi Huan didn't know what was hit again, and a warm liquid dripped from his forehead.

She was stunned, and then reacted afterwards.

That is blood.

In that second she suddenly had only one thought left in her absurdity--

Her face can't be hurt, she feeds on her face.

But the cry was about to rush out of his throat, but it was still all stuck in his throat.

She looked embarrassed, she had never been so embarrassed.

She has not been so embarrassed in front of others.

The noise seemed to be all blocking her brain, Chi Huan was so confused for a while that she didn't know how to face it, and even hoped that she could just disappear.

She didn't want anyone to see her embarrassment and embarrassment.

Something smashed over again, and she raised her hand to block it subconsciously, her eyes suddenly darkened, and a clear and familiar breath enveloped her body and enveloped her sense of smell.

A man's low voice sounded right above his head, "What are you doing stupidly standing here? Are you afraid of dirt or pain?"

Mo Shiqian was very tall, Chi Huan was wrapped in his clothes and only a petite ball was left. The people were almost in front of him and the car. Under such dim light, if you didn't look carefully She is not coming out.

But as soon as this man appeared, the attention of several people was attracted.

He lowered his head, twisted his eyebrows to look at the stain and blood on the girl's forehead, and glanced sideways at Mo Xigu and Su Yabing over there, his eyebrows darkened.

Chi Huan pulled his sleeves and whispered his name, "Mo Shiqian."

He hummed, whispered an offense, then raised his hand and hugged her sideways, "You are injured, I will take you to the doctor to treat the wound."

This action attracted more people to watch and talk in whispers.

Chi Huan directly buried his face in the man's arms, wishing to hide himself in his clothes.

When Mo Shiqian turned around, his gaze swept across the two people indifferently, and his eyes inadvertently met Mo Xiegu, who was frowning and looking at them. He pulled his thin lips, and made a slightly ironic arc. .

Moxigu's heart sank suddenly, and there were many unspeakable emotions in his heart.

It was like trying to reach out and grab something, but it had disappeared with the wind.

Chi Huan lowered his eyes, rubbed his forehead with his coat stupidly, but touched the wound in vain. The pain made her gasp, tears swirling in the circles of her eyes.

Mo Shiqian glanced down at her and reprimanded, "Don't touch it randomly."

"I don't go to the hospital, you take me home."

"Your wound needs treatment."

"These injuries are nothing."

Mo Shiqian didn't even look at her this time, but he didn't stop and his direction did not change.

Chi Huan raised her voice, "I asked you to send me back, did you hear that?"

The man said faintly, "You just yelled like that, so you don't have to be smashed."

"Mo Shiqian!"

He patiently said, "Your father said that when it comes to your personal safety, you can't help but be willful."

Chi Huan looked at his curved and firm jaw, only feeling that he had never been so wronged.

The fiance is full of eyes and there is only one married woman who is already married.

I don't know how much mold it takes to get hurt by my fans.

Raising a bodyguard would not listen to her at all.

The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved, tears fell from the red eyes, first drop after drop, and then surging down uncontrollably, lying on his shoulders and started sobbing.

The ancients said that tears flowed, Mo Shiqian paused and looked down at his already contaminated coat and the only thin sweater on his body that was being contaminated.

When Chi Huan cried, he was not as beautiful as on TV, and all his tears and nose were rubbed on his clothes.

Mo Shiqian closed his eyes heavily, and the two sides of his temples jumped abruptly. After forbearing, he didn't throw the woman off him.

What a sweet queen, so awkward and dirty.

Dislike it.

The man's voice was low and stiff, "Don't cry."

"I'm going back, I'm not going to the hospital!"

Mo Shiqian looked at the hospital right in front of him, then looked at the girl with red eyes in his arms, dirty face and wounds still staring at him, his slender legs still turned.

The dazzling silver sports car was leaning against a handsome long man. Seeing them approaching, he saw Chi Huan who was held in his arms by the man, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Chi...Miss?"

Mo Shiqian was expressionless, "driving."

He raised his eyebrows higher, "Am I your driver?"

That's what he said, but he straightened up and opened the door of the back seat by the way, touching his chin with a smile, "Dame Chi, is this being besieged by my fans?"

Mo Shiqian ignored him and got into the car with Chi Huan in his arms. He glanced coldly at the man standing outside the car who didn't move. "So many words, are you a woman?"

"..."

"Isn't the clothes smeared by a woman's snot, what are you doing with me?"

Enter the silver Pagani.

The man driving in front looked at the dirty Chi Huan in the rearview mirror, and handed a few tissues to the back.

Mo Shiqian naturally reached out and took it.

Chi Huan originally wanted to pick it up, but the man beside her picked it up before she raised her hand. She took it for granted that he was going to wipe her face—

There were a lot of dirty egg whites, blood, tears, mixed on his face, and it was uncomfortable.

She even closed her eyes subconsciously.

But after a long time, I didn't wait for the paper falling on her face.

She opened her eyes and tilted her head to look at the man on the side.

He was frowning his sword eyebrows, expressionless or even gloomy, using a tissue to wipe the wet marks on his shoulders.

Of course she knew that it was her nose and tears.

Chi Huan remembered that she had made him a dumpling in the morning, so he put down the spoon and didn't even drink the porridge.

Did she dislike him so much?

She was angry and annoyed, and in the end she didn't say anything. She just bit her lip and looked out of the car window dullly. The tears fell even more, but she didn't say anything.

Mo Shiqian was "cleaning" his clothes. He didn't pay attention to her emotions, but the man driving in front had some funny curves on his lips.

Brothers for many years, of course, he knew that Mo Shiqian, a strange flower, had clearly mixed in the bottom, the underworld and the army. He really didn't know where his ridiculous noble son-style cleanliness came from.

He reached out and passed the whole box of tissues back, his magnetic voice was very sexy, "Miss Chi."

Chi Huan was a little embarrassed, but still reached out to pick it up.

The word thank you hadn't been uttered yet, and her well-knotted fingers stretched out again and took her tissues away.

Chi Huan felt that her liver was hurting with anger, and was about to lose her temper. Suddenly, her face was lifted by warm and strong fingers, facing the handsome face of the man.

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