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

The man is extremely indifferent, "Is there anything else?"

Song Shu was a little helpless and said softly, "President Mo, there may be some things that shouldn't be said to me, but since I happen to know...I'll tell them."

Chi Huan looked up at the man's face, his eyebrows were drooping, his expression was extremely cold.

"Because I am the sister of the president's wife, I met her when I was in college... She called me just now and briefly talked about the situation-according to her experience with her veteran who has been with the chairman for more than 20 years Friends and other elders have learned about the situation. The chairman has not known that your mother has passed away all these years. He always thought that she had taken you to remarry someone else..."

Because it was a phone call, Mo Shiqian didn't speak, and Song Shu couldn't see his expression. Naturally, he couldn't guess his current attitude.

She paused for a while before she continued to consider, "What happened back then... was very complicated, and time was too far apart, but sometimes in a wealthy family, with the ups and downs of a family, in many cases... there is no alternative."

Looking at the man holding him, Chi Huan took the initiative to put his face on his cheek, took the phone from his hand, and asked aloud, "What happened to Mr. Lawrence?"

Song Shu was taken aback for a moment, "Miss Chi," but she still reacted quickly, her tone of voice remained unchanged, "Mr. Lawrence quarreled with President Mo...I was hospitalized with anxious heart, but now I woke up, the doctor said it was nothing hinder."

quarrel?

Is it because of her father's quarrel?

Chi Huan wanted to say that it was okay, but thinking about her own father being beaten in prison, she changed her words, "Okay, I will ask him if he will go to the hospital tomorrow."

Song Shu sighed lightly, "The chairman seems to be in poor health all these years... In the past two years, the group's affairs have basically been entrusted to the president and his wife. The doctor said that the chairman's body needs to be calm... I should go back to Paris."

After a moment of silence, Chi Huan said, "I will tell him."

Song Shu naturally guessed that this call should be the speakerphone, but she didn't break it either, just smiled and said, "If it's okay, Miss Chi, I'll hang up first.

"Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Chi Huan put the phone back on the small table, put his hand around the man's neck, and asked softly, "Did you quarrel with him?"

Mo Shiqian lowered his head and kissed her cheeks and lips, his tone was still faint, but he was a little vaguely dumb, "Not really, I just told him that he is not qualified to intervene in my private affairs."

He just asked sarcastically, as a man, should he let his women overwork and become ill in this life, and die early because of overwork and consumption at a young age?

Then there was a long time of silence before asking, who is dead.

He sneered directly and hung up the phone.

Later Song Shu called him and said that the chairman was hospitalized.

Of course, Chi Huan could also see that he was in a bad mood, so he stopped saying anything, her soft and delicate face rubbed against him intentionally or unintentionally, and said softly, "Don't you want to see the documents, otherwise You go to the study, I will take a shower, okay?"

The man looked down at her, his slender and powerful fingers pierced through her long hair, his other hand wrapped her waist, locked her in his arms, and said quietly, "Go later," You sit with me for a while."

Chi Huan blinked and buried his head in his arms.

He didn't speak, and she didn't break the silence loudly, reaching out and holding his big hand, playing with it in the palm of her hand.

After a while, she asked in a low voice, "Song Shu said he... didn't know about your mother's death, do you believe it?"

Mo Shiqian shook her hand with his backhand, and the indifference and vaguely suppressed hostility disappeared in his voice, only indifferent mockery remained, "Even if you don't know, it's just that he doesn't know."

How hard is it to know whether a person is alive or dead?

Besides, she used to be his woman.

do not know?

That's more ridiculous than knowing.

Chi Huan was hugged by him and sat. He didn't say to get up to go to the study, and she didn't say that she was going to take a bath, she just sat so intimately.

She chatted with him...Of course, she couldn't talk about chatting, but she was talking about interesting or boring trivial things by herself.

He listened quietly, occasionally responded with a few words, occasionally bowed his head to kiss her, occasionally pulled his lips and smiled.

About forty minutes passed before he let her take a bath, and he got up and went back to the study.

Chi Huan came out of the shower, studied the script with his ipad, checked a lot of background information about the show, figured out the characters, until about eleven, he was caught in bed by the man who came back from the study. .

"You really hate... I still have a little information that I haven't finished reading."

Mo Shiqian put her on the bed, then directly covered her body, bowed her head and kissed her lips and chin, stretching down.

Chi Huan was helpless. Although he was in a better mood, he was still very depressed. He couldn't tell where he felt it, but he could perceive it clearly.

When a man is in a bad mood, he always needs to vent. Having **** is one of the effective ones. At this time, she didn't want to refuse... Although they just...

but……

She had to remind him, "If I remember correctly, you used up the last set at home last night... have you bought a new one?"

Mo Shiqian, "..."

He curled his eyebrows, obviously unhappy.

Chi Huan coughed softly, "If you didn't buy it... then you can only bear it."

The man continued to kiss her, and said vaguely, "If you have one, be born."

Chi Huan stretched out her hand to push him, "No, I don't want to get pregnant before we are unmarried," she pouted, "and my movie is about to start shooting. If you are really pregnant, it will be bad for the child and it will be bad for me."

Seeing her insistence, Mo Shiqian did not continue. Moreover, it is indeed not the time to become pregnant. He lowered his head and kissed her ears, his low-pitched voice accompanied by warm breathing, appeared particularly bewitching, "Don't do it, then use Help me in other ways, eh?"

Chi Huan, "..."

………………

Holding the gentle and fragrant woman in his arms, Mo Shiqian slept peacefully until dawn, until the biological clock automatically woke up.

I didn't feel lonely before.

But now I feel more and more lonely before.

Of course, he doesn't know now that being able to feel lonely at dawn is not loneliness at all.

Loneliness is tossing and turning, sleepless at night.

I hate it thick but miss it.

It was Zhang Zhang with a respectful or beautiful smile, but I didn't have the one I wanted to see.

He habitually picked up the phone and looked at the time on it, but found that several missed calls were displayed on the screen.

Basically all come from the same person.

Xiao Yu.

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