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

In that voice, there was a slight but frank self-deprecating.

Chi Huan's heart tightened, and a feeling of suffocation and soreness came at the same time.

She turned her head and looked into the distance without speaking.

He lowered his head, his eyes locked on her face, "Either get in the car and I will accompany you to have breakfast and take you to your company, or if you don’t want to eat toast, I will cook another bowl of noodles for you. If you want to eat Xiaolongbao, I can also buy it for you."

He looked at her, she looked away.

It was so stalemate for a while.

Chi Huan still chose to sit in the co-pilot.

The car was very quiet, she looked out the window without saying a word.

She thought, if they were really just ordinary lovers who broke up and broke up, he was introverted and indifferent, and he actually had the arrogance of macho in his bones.

For him, this is already a very low profile.

He parked his car in a breakfast shop.

There was basically no communication at breakfast, because she always refused to communicate.

After breakfast, he sent her to the place where the show was recorded.

When the car stopped, he got out of the car and opened the door for her, looking down at the woman's expressionless face, "When will it be over, I will pick you up."

Chi Huan looked at the direction of the stairs, with a cold voice, "I don't know, recording a show is not about clocking in to work. There is no way to determine the exact time. You don't have to come and pick me up, I will go back myself."

Mo Shiqian was silent for a few seconds and did not respond to this question. He just whispered, "It's cold outside, you go in."

She took out her sunglasses from her bag, put them on the bridge of her nose, glanced at him again, and then turned and entered the building.

Her assistant Grid was waiting for her at the door.

After Chi Huan's figure completely disappeared from the field of vision, another car just happened to drive over and parked next to Gust.

An Ke got out of the car, "Mr. Mo."

The man finally retracted his gaze and said lightly, "Don't let her leave your sight."

"I know."

"Are the additional people in place?"

"It's already arranged."

"Well, call me directly if you have any questions."

"I will, Mr. Mo."

Mo Shiqian opened the door and was about to get on the car, but his movements suddenly stopped.

An Ke was bowing her head, ready to wait for him to drive away before looking for Chi Huan.

But before the sound of the car started, the man's low voice sounded above her head, "An Ke."

She froze for a moment, then looked up.

His expression did not look abnormal, but his eyes were exceptionally deep, like an ancient well.

She turned her eyes slightly and reacted, "Mr. Mo, do you want to ask me something?"

Mo Shiqian raised his hand almost unconsciously, and the fingers of his right hand rubbed the silver watch on his wrist unconsciously, with a profound tone, "During my absence, you should get along with her the most."

An Ke lowered his eyes again without interrupting.

"What happened to her, or, has anything changed?"

An Ke asked suspiciously, "What kind of changes do you mean?"

Mo Shiqian didn't answer, and asked again, "What has she done every day during this time?"

An Ke thought for a while and replied deliberately, "Ms. Chi... rarely goes out during this time, basically in the villa. You may want to be clear about this when you ask Ma Li, as for the changes... it seems that there is no, maybe it is you. She never came back. She was very worried about you. In the meantime, she discussed with me that she wanted to go to Licheng to accompany your parents, but she was worried that something might cause trouble, so she just gave it up."

She asked cautiously, "Mr. Mo, have you quarreled with Miss Chi?"

"Okay, you go in and look for her," he still didn't answer, his tone of voice remained unchanged, "Anyone who is disturbed or from unknown origin is not allowed to approach Chi Huan."

"I understand, I'm looking for Miss Chi."

Mo Shiqian returned to the car.

He took out his phone and flipped through the text messages.

In Mexico, Chi Huan would text him every day.

She was afraid that the phone would disturb him, so she never took the initiative to call him, but she would text him every day. The frequency was not high. Basically, she saw the jet lag and selected him for dinner time, or she sent him a goodnight text message before going to bed. .

Every time he receives a text message from her, he will be happy for a few seconds.

There was no accurate and clear analysis of what it was.

Now I suddenly understand, because these scattered text messages, although they have no substantive content, are conveying a fixed message every day.

She is fine in Lancheng.

She kept thinking about him.

She is waiting for him.

And these three pieces of information allowed him to worry about Lancheng affairs without any worries.

Chi Huan seems to have a bad personality, a bit arrogant and self-willed, but when she treats a person well, she will put herself in every aspect and take care of him.

No matter how false she pretended to be true, he didn't believe it. She said that she didn't love him, so she really didn't love him.

After exiting the SMS page, he called a number from the address book and dialed it.

It rang for half a minute before answering over there.

He did not speak, nor did he say there.

Mo Shiqian said indifferently, "I don't care what you use to force Chi Huan to break up with me...Lawrence, either ask her to be the wife of Clod-Summer's president, or you die the heart that wants me to go back-- —Your son has feelings for your Lawrence’s family and group. It is a tool to me. You ruin my favorite. I don’t mind letting you Lawrence inherit the Clod-Summer for hundreds of years. Last name."

After speaking, he hung up without waiting for any response.

………………

In the evening.

Chi Huan’s announcement was added temporarily. Because of the urgent time, there were not many program groups that could arrange contact. Fortunately, her popularity was high. When I heard that Chi Huan was coming, the various program groups and TV stations did not hesitate to organize emergency meetings for her.

Work ended at four or five in the afternoon.

If she wants to, she can stay busy until the evening, or fly to another city, but that is deliberate.

Mo Shiqian knew her. She was only willing to work **** the matter of filming and studying acting. She didn't like the program to catch up with the announcement, but was just a necessary compromise.

Out of the studio, she saw Gust stopped not far away.

She was still hesitating. The man who was smoking in the car had found her, pushed the door and got out of the car, and walked towards her with long legs.

Today is a sunny day, and this is when the sun sets.

He was just facing the light, and the whole figure seemed to be plated with a faint golden rim.

Handsome is enough to make people's heart.

Chi Huan looked at him, and the idea of ​​fluke in his mind started to stir again.

Will there be no big drug lord at all?

It was all made up by Lawrence to lie to her and scare her.

Two days after Mo Shiqian returned home, everything was calm.

Could it be... all fake?

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