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

"What if I have to go out?"

The two bodyguards looked at each other.

"Miss Chi, I'm afraid you can't do this."

How could she be an opponent of two well-trained bodyguards without the power to bind a chicken.

It is not.

Chi Huan turned and walked back.

She went back to the bedroom again, but did not find the man.

Fucked his eyebrows, he stood at the door for a while before hearing the faint sound of a shower in the bathroom.

The lights were on inside, and the frosted door seemed to be covered with mist.

She stood at the door, leaning against the door frame, exhaling long.

What should we do?

What should she do with him?

When Mo Shiqian came out of the bathroom, he still didn't see the woman who came back.

He walked over and picked up the cell phone thrown on the bed, dialed the phone, "Where is she?"

"Miss Chi has gone back, haven't you seen her?"

The man lowered his eyelids slightly and said lightly, "Lock the door."

"Ok."

He hung up the phone, threw the phone away, and walked out of his long legs.

The first one to check is Chi Huan's study.

The door was closed.

He reached out to twist the doorknob but found it couldn't.

The door was locked from the inside.

He locked her in the villa, and she locked him outside the study.

The door couldn't move, he reached out and buttoned it, calling her name in a deep voice, "Huanhuan."

The second floor is the living room. Even Li Ma only comes up to clean it once a day. It is very quiet.

Inside the study.

Chi Huan's coat was thrown on the desk when she came in. She only wore a sweater. She was curled up in a large chair, and her long dark hair like seaweed was scattered irregularly.

She sat in it, and it seemed that there was only one small one.

Only one table lamp was lit in the study, and the light fell on one corner, and the rest was dimly dark.

She rested her hands on the armrest of the chair, her head buried in her arms.

Closed eyes, ears are full of knocking on the door, and the sound of men calling her name.

The roses on the desk are still there, but they are beginning to wither again.

…………

Mo Shiqian knocked at the door for five minutes.

Five minutes later, the knock on the door stopped and silence was restored.

Inside the door, Chi Huan opened her eyes, and after being quiet for a while, she closed it again.

Outside the door, the man's slender figure stood motionless for a long time.

…………

Two hours later.

Mo Shiqian raised his head and glanced at the alarm clock beside the photo frame.

It's exactly ten o'clock.

He got up and took out the key from the drawer—

Since this is his villa, naturally there are keys to all the locks.

Turn off the lights and bring the door when you go out.

The bedroom door is open and the light is on, but everything is still intact, as if no one has paid attention to it.

However, the door of Chi Huan's study was still tightly closed.

This time, he didn't knock on the door, he opened the door and went in... Maybe she hadn't used the key, so she didn't lock it either.

As soon as the door opened, Mo Shiqian saw the ball curled up in the chair, quietly, motionless, as if maintaining this posture for a long time.

He pressed his eyebrows, his eyes darkened.

The long legs walked up to her with a steady step.

Leaning over, fingers pulled away the hair that fell on her face, revealing a complete face.

She fell asleep, but she was not stable, and...

Men frown. This posture can easily cause poor blood circulation. When you are awake for a long time, it will definitely make your legs and waist sore.

He called out in a low voice, "Huanhuan."

She didn't move, only her eyelashes trembled unnoticeably.

Mo Shiqian picked her up from the chair.

She still did not wake up.

The man hugged her back to the bedroom, moving gently and gently.

He stretched out his hands and pinched her calves and feet one by one, and finally took off all her clothes, went to the closet and found a nightdress for her to change.

Pulling the quilt to her chin, the loose hand fell on her face.

In the quiet bedroom, I thought of the man’s low voice, “Last night I thought you would wait for me to come back, and you fell asleep,” he said faintly, “I would rather sleep in a chair so uncomfortably,” he touched his cheeks with excellent touch. Here, don’t want to come back and face me?"

She closed her eyes and looked like she was asleep, without moving her eyelashes.

But ordinary people, who are not drunk, and haven't slept for a few days and nights, how can they be carried back all the way, and then change their clothes and not wake up?

His fingers gently stroked her face back and forth, as if he was infatuated, almost without stopping, "Or did the things that happened some time ago make you feel wronged, or did I leave you in the cold?"

He bowed his head and dropped a kiss on her cheek.

Her lips and nose were sprayed on her cheeks, and she muttered in a low voice, "If he threatens you, tell me, if you feel wronged, tell me, I can change it, eh?"

The voice is obviously very low, but in the quiet night, it is still exceptionally clear.

"The last time I was at Larry's house, I didn't want you to see that I was injured. You have to look at it. This time I was injured. You don't even ask a question."

Mo Shiqian finally turned off the light and returned to the bed, hugging her to sleep.

Only this time, instead of leaning against his chest as before, she turned her back to him with her back pressed against his chest.

Until the breathing of the man behind him gradually stabilized.

Chi Huan's eyelashes moved and opened his eyes in the dark.

The tears from the corners of her eyes fell silently, and she bit her lip to prevent the sound of sobbing.

But the more I endured, the more I felt the suffocation was unbearable.

…………

The next morning, Chi Huan woke up before Mo Shiqian.

But the man's arms locked her waist, firmly fixing her in his arms.

She turned around.

The man beside him did not wake up, but unconsciously hugged her tighter.

In the morning light, she looked at his face carefully.

Even the outline of these five senses, she was already familiar and couldn't be more familiar.

She didn't know how long she watched. She closed her eyes and opened them again. She breathed a sigh of relief, and then forcefully broke the man's arm on her waist.

It was still very early, and it was too early for his biological clock to wake up. The man was awakened by her but he did not fully wake up. He moved his head a little, and put his chin on her shoulder, still hugging her, hoarsely said, "It's still early, I'll go to bed later."

Chi Huan closed her eyes and said coldly, "If you want to sleep, sleep by yourself, I'm going to get up."

Mo Shiqian woke up.

He is keen after all, such as a different indifference to her than usual.

The man slightly propped up his body, curled his eyebrows to look at her face, and said in a low voice, "It's still dark."

Chi Huan moved his arm away, sitting up and getting out of the bed coldly, "I asked Sister Yao to arrange an announcement for me, and I have to get up early and go to the program group."

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