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

Because the distance was too close, his breath was sprayed on her skin, itching made Chi Huan subconsciously want to move back, but his jaw was fixed by the man's hand and could not move.

"do not move."

The paper box was placed between the two of them. Mo Shiqian held her chin in one hand, and wiped the stains on her face with a tissue with the other hand, although part of it had been rubbed against his clothes by her.

Chi Huan didn't move in cooperation.

In the expensive and luxurious Paganini, the paper towels are naturally the most exquisite. They are soft and fragranceless. In fact, she can't smell the fragrance because her nose is full of the smell of the man in front of her.

Shower gel, shampoo, or... aftershave?

The smell is refreshing and clean, and it smells good.

After using a few paper towels, some of them couldn't be cleaned with paper. Mo Shiqian frowned and asked, "Are there wet wipes?"

Chi Huan opened the bag, turned his head down, found a bag of wet wipes from it, and handed it to him.

Mo Shiqian wiped it twice again. Except for the bleeding wound on his forehead, his slapped face was finally clean and white.

Finally, after throwing away the used garbage, he stared at her and spoke in a low voice, "My eldest lady, can you tell me now why I stood there and was smashed by my fans."

After guarding her for a few years, he actually knew a little bit about her temperament, and because of this, he didn't say anything at the time, and he just hugged her and left.

Chi Huan looked glamorous and proud, most of the time it was just looking.

She pursed her lips and said lostly, "My fans, although the light is a bit dim, none of them recognize me."

After a meal, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the handsome and indifferent man in front of her, "How did you...recognize me after such a distance?"

Mo Shiqian glanced at her faintly and curled her lips. "Of course they can't recognize you. After all, your height is more than 1.6 meters in the eyes of fans. You didn't wear high heels today, so they probably didn't expect to stand there. The short ones are their goddess."

Chi Huan, "..."

You are high, you are great, hum.

She was in a depressed mood, lying on the car window looking at the changing night scene.

Lancheng is beautiful, but at this moment she feels that these prosperous beauty has nothing to do with her.

She remembered what had happened in the hospital just now, but closed her eyes and bit her lips white.

Pagani stopped in front of Chi Huan's high-end apartment.

Mo Shiqian got out of the car to open the door for her, and Chi Huan got out of the car holding his clothes that were dirty by her.

"I can go up by myself, you can go back with your friend," Chi Huan pouted and added unhappily, "I will let the housekeeper wash your clothes and return them to you, or I will buy exactly the same clothes later. Give you."

The man didn't know how much he disliked her and soiled his clothes.

Mo Shiqian inserted one hand into her trouser pocket, staring at the wound on her forehead, and asked faintly, "Can you take medicine yourself?"

She said indifferently, "It's just a small injury."

The man glanced at her, walked to the window of the co-pilot, raised his hand and buckled the window, "You go back first."

The man in the driver's seat laughed and sneered, "Why, are you going to spend the night at the female employer's house?"

"The injury on her forehead needs treatment."

The man in the car shook his head and smiled wickedly, "If there is a man like you next to my woman, I will kill him."

"If you can have a woman, I will kill it for you."

Regardless of that handsome face froze for a while, Mo Shiqian stopped paying attention to him, turned and walked towards Chi Huan.

He insisted on going back with her, but Chi Huan did not refuse, standing on the spot with his cheeks looking at the silver Pagani who was leaving from the dust, and then looking at the tall and stern man walking towards him.

"Mo Shiqian, can I ask you a question?"

The man was a little cold, "Huh?"

"Is the Gust who drove to my school also belonged to the man just now?"

"Ok?"

"Oh..." She stretched her tone slightly, "He is not only very rich, but also very good-looking."

Mo Shiqian was obviously not interested in discussing this issue, and he just gave a perfunctory hmm.

"Is he really just your brother?"

"What else should it be?"

"You won't be kept by him anymore?"

"..."

The man lowered his head and glanced at her, with a shallow curve on his lips, and said calmly, "You might as well watch out for whether Mo Shao has taken care of Su Yabing."

The expression on Chi Huan's face froze, and then he said nothing.

She walked ahead without saying a word, and Mo Shiqian followed her unhurriedly.

Go back to the apartment.

Chi Huan didn't like to wear dirty clothes. He had to change his clothes after taking a shower before taking the medicine.

Although Mo Shiqian frowned, he didn't say anything in the end, waiting for her to finish washing in the living room.

She stayed inside for a long time, and she walked out of it wearing a bathrobe. Mo Shiqian noticed that her eye circles were redder than in the car. There was no doubt that she had been crying in the bathroom for half a bath.

The man's dark eyes were cold, and there was some cool mockery.

From the beginning, I knew that Mo Xiegu didn't like her, so I had to force it, but now I will cry again.

Naturally, Chi Huan would not pay attention to the hidden emotions in Mo Shiqian's eyes. He wrapped his bathrobe and sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a pillow and letting a man rub her with a cotton swab.

Just came out of the shower... and because Chi Huan didn't vent her emotions, she stayed in it for a long time and wiped the shower gel three times. When Mo Shiqian approached her, she could smell the fragrance.

Inexplicably, the girl's ketone body that he saw last night appeared in front of him.

He should only have a quick glance, but he stared at her like a demon for nearly ten seconds, so that every curve of her body was deeply reflected in his mind.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen years old, Feng Xing once laughed at a man like him who didn't look at A-films, wondering what a woman's chest looked like.

The apple tree rolled up and down, and the original hot and dark color was brewing deep in the fundus of the eye.

But this woman who had been taken care of by him had strange trust in him and was defenseless.

No matter what kind of dirty and sordid pictures rolled in his mind, Mo Shiqian's face was still calm and indifferent, and Chi Huan would not notice any clues.

Seeing her body last night, now that he is so close, he can clearly see the woman's white and delicate skin, clean, as if exuding a certain fragrance.

There is a kind of...inexplicable impulse.

"Mo Shiqian,"

She suddenly called his name and looked at his face with black and white eyes.

Unexpectedly, he met her eyes, and the man's pupils shrank slightly, but they did not show any abnormal changes, but his voice became hoarse, "Do you hurt you?"

She looked at him, pursed her lips and asked, "Moxigu's mother asked him to take me to try the wedding dress tomorrow."

After a moment of silence, his voice returned to a clear and indifferent voice, "So what?"

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