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

He always thought that Chi Huan was an inexperienced daughter. Even in the entertainment industry, she relied on her father's connections to get along smoothly without her bare hands.

He can't even imagine her life, can understand what a real frustration is.

Chi Huan saw Yang Hao just staring at her blankly, without moving, of course—it was not easy for him to move him from the sofa to the window.

She threw the bag back on the sofa, stood up by herself, and walked towards the coffee table, her long curly hair hanging down on her waist, very thick, condescending and smiling shallowly, "Conscience? Why should you be upset? This world is because of family. I don’t know how many people were hacked to death by my wife with an axe, let alone you are such a garbage that you don’t want to make others feel at ease?

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Mo Shiqian's mobile phone had been unpacked and reset, and the wrapping paper was thrown into the trash basket. The mobile phone was placed in the pocket of his coat.

Then he raised his dark and quiet eyes and looked at Chi Huan's back lightly, without any waves.

Yang Hao's expression was terrible, the blue veins on his forehead burst out, his eyes were red as if he was stained with blood, and his gasping breath was more like an acute attack, and he seemed to be going crazy at any time.

Mo Xigu frowned, stretched out his hand subconsciously, and pulled Chi Huan back.

"I don't want to make her feel at ease? When will she make me feel at ease?"

Still roaring hysterically, those eyes were full of endless grief and self-deprecating, and turned to look at Su Yabing on the other side, "Am I not good enough for you? Your father is sick, and I will pay a doctor to see him." , You said that you want to continue studying, I provide for your studies, do you know how happy I was the day you promised to marry me? I can't bear to let you do anything, I will buy you everything you like, even if you don't want to Let me touch you, I didn't force you! If it weren't for you to think about this man, want to go back to China, want to leave me, would I beat you?"

When the voice fell, Chi Huan was stunned.

Originally because Yang Hao was too unstable and pulled Chi Huan's wrist, Mo Xigu, who was worried about her being attacked, was even more shocked. His black pupils cracked slightly, and his hands slowly loosened.

Even lawyers who have dealt with countless divorce lawsuits and have seen all kinds of ugly scenes have been surprised.

Su Yabing knelt and sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, covering her face and crying.

Mo Shiqian was the only one who stood in the distance as if it had nothing to do with him, with one hand in his trouser pocket, his pale lips were **** and thin, and his eyes were extremely cold.

For a few moments, Chi Huan found it ridiculous.

This absurdity comes from a contrast.

Beside him, Mo Xigu's low voice was suppressed and shocked, "You have never had a relationship since you got married until now?"

Yang Hao looked at Mo Xigu’s eyes full of jealousy and hatred, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, “She said she didn’t want to...I’ve been waiting for her, but it’s not she who is willing to wait, but she’s always I miss you all the time, she even searched your name over and over again in search engines, she wrote in her diary every day that she missed you... I was drunk and said I didn’t want to wait any longer, she still called your name Let you save her..."

"If it weren't for her to come back, how could I beat her, I'm so precious to her, how could I beat her..."

Looking at the man from hysterical to mumbling, Chi Huan suddenly had mixed feelings that he hadn't had in a long time, and finally felt totally ridiculous.

It's... a rare, precious and icy love.

Su Yabing held her face in her hands, her whole body seemed to be lying on the floor, only crying was left, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I worked hard, I once thought of trying hard to fall in love with you... but I can't do it. ..."

Yang Hao looked at her and said, "But he is about to get married, and he will be married to Chi Huan in less than a month... Ya Bing, will you go back with me? As long as you don't leave me, I will definitely not I'll hit you again."

Chi Huan glanced at him, then at the woman on the floor, pursing his crimson lips, and turned and walked to the French window.

The wind in autumn is not violent, but it is also strong, and her long hair has been blown out.

Mo Shiqian stood half a meter beside her.

Her voice seemed to be scattered in the wind, cool and ethereal, "Go and ask Mr. Yang to sign it. The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain."

"Yes."

Mo Shiqian raised his leg and walked over calmly.

Su Yabing raised her head and stared at him blankly, "What are you going to do?"

Mo Shiqian did not answer her. To be precise, the corner of his eye never glanced at her.

He clasped Yang Hao's wrist, but in the blink of an eye, Yang Hao's face was so sordid and distorted that it was already vicissitudes of life, and the cry of pain that could not bear even the lawyer beside him looked sympathetic. .

Mo Shiqian didn't seem to change his face, as if he didn't have one or two minutes of strength in his hands, but Yang Hao was so painful that all cold sweat came out.

Mo Xigu frowned, looking at the cold and indifferent man with complicated eyes, and his thin lips pressed into a line.

Su Yabing straightened up and put her hands on the coffee table, "Stop... don't do this."

Of course Mo Shiqian would ignore her.

In this room, he would only listen to Chi Huan's words.

Chi Huan stood behind the window, raised her fingers and lifted her long hair, "Mr. Yang, I promised Miss Su that she will be divorced today... My bodyguard doesn't know the importance of it. If the wife is gone, I can find it again. The hands are scrapped...but they are really scrapped."

Dou Da's sweat came out of Yang Hao's forehead, but he gritted his teeth, didn't say anything and didn't mean to let go.

The sound of bone dislocation sounded clearly.

Yang Hao jumped out of his teeth, "I won't get a divorce."

Su Yabing shouted as if she had collapsed in vain, "Enough, enough...Stop, stop..."

"Mo Shiqian."

It wasn't until Chi Huan's voice sounded that the man let go of his hand and straightened up his long and straight body again, his eyes as cold as nothing.

Yang Hao collapsed on the sofa, panting, Su Yabing lay on the coffee table crying out of breath.

When Mo Shiqian's long legs passed by Su Yabing's side, his cold voice suddenly smiled faintly, "Miss Su, you have taken advantage of all the cheapness. You are the most pitiful if you don't shed a few tears."

Su Yabing probably didn't expect this man to speak suddenly, but she was still stunned for a while.

"If marriage without feelings is called long-term prostitution, it is also to meet the needs of each other, like this type of you receiving money from prostitution, refusing to dedicate yourself, derailing your spirit, and physically and mentally torturing this stupid man with mental illness for several years. , It’s not just being great and noble by keeping the body of Bingqing Yujie."

He smiled faintly, and there was a frivolous play between his clear eyebrows, "Born from a pure household? You can't pay it yourself, why don't you let Mo Shao pay off the debt for you?"

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