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

She stood still, Mo Shiqian had already walked up to her.

The tall figure enveloped her.

The man's thin lips pursed with a faint smile, "I thought you could be busy until early morning to hide."

"It's not about filming, just making money. It's not necessary to make money day and night. I don't have any seriously ill parents, so I can't fight to death," she said casually, tilting her head to look at him, "but you, Send me in the morning and pick me up in the evening... It's still early, and you are not ready to work when you leave Clod-Summer?"

Mo Shiqian reached out and took her by the hand, pulling her to the direction of the parking lot, and said calmly, "Otherwise, I will work and make money in the future. You don't want to take other jobs except filming your favorite scenes? "

Chi Huan tried to pull his hand out, but failed.

She hung the bag on her wrist again, and went to break with her left hand. The man clasped her left hand, still failing.

When she failed, she stopped trying her best.

"Do you know why women work hard to make money?"

Without moving his eyebrows, he smiled faintly, "For independence, or to continue a beautiful life after being abandoned by a man? I will not abandon you. If you say it, you don't need these."

Chi Huan said, "Maybe others are for this, but I am not."

The man turned his head and glanced at her, his gentle eyes were covered with deep affection, "Then what are you doing?"

She raised her eyebrows and returned him with a slightly provocative look, "In order to shake a man as he pleases."

Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes, retracted his gaze and looked forward, without speaking.

Until he opened the door of the co-pilot for her, Chi Huan was about to bend over to get into the car, when he heard a faint voice from a man above his head, "Your understanding of freewheeling may need to be redefined."

You can't get rid of it, how can it be called arbitrary.

Chi Huan glanced at him, her face cold.

I stopped responding to him and bent over to get into the car.

After the car started, she didn't say a word, and her head tilted out of the window. She didn't want to talk to him or even saw him.

"Huanhuan."

She didn't speak up at all, as if she hadn't heard it.

The man didn't lose his temper because of her attitude, and patiently said calmly, "Take your ring back."

Ring?

Chi Huan moved his eyelashes and looked down at his fingers.

The fingers are slender and white, without any tidying up.

The ring she had been wearing was taken off when recording the show. I didn't think of it yesterday.

"I don't want to wear it, don't wear it."

"reason?"

"You can't listen to any reasons for giving you, I just don't wear it anymore."

Mo Shiqian was not angry either, and said in a gloomy tone of reminder, "Did you forget what I said when I put the ring on you?"

[Don't take it down, otherwise I will lock you in a lock you can't take it down. 】

"If I run away someday, do you have to lock me up?"

There was silence in the car for a while.

After a while, the man laughed lowly, "You can try, it's not impossible."

…………

at night.

Chi Huan locked herself in the study after dinner.

As soon as she sat down in the chair, she found that the roses in the vase that had been wilting had been replaced with fresh ones.

There are still water droplets on the petals.

She took out the ring from her bag and placed it in her palm for a long time.

The inscription on the inside of the ring can still be felt.

Finally, she opened the drawer, took out the ring box, and put the ring in again.

Press your finger and close it.

The ring box was put back in the drawer, and the watch on the wrist was also removed and put in.

Finally, push the drawer to the end.

…………

Chi Huan turned off the lamp on the desk and got up to go back to the bedroom.

As soon as the door opened, she was shocked by the unexpected figure and took two steps back.

After seeing the person clearly, she said half angrily and half angrily, "What are you doing, silently, it's terrifying."

It may be that she was really scared, so her tone was not so "bad", more like an ordinary complaint.

The man was rather innocent, and said in a low voice, "I'm about to knock on the door, so you opened it. I'm to blame?"

Chi Huan didn't look at him, but said impatiently and irritably, "Is something wrong with me?"

He whispered, "I'm afraid you are sleeping in the chair again, come and have a look."

She raised her face and looked at him, "You forbid me to break up, and you have to sleep with me. Isn’t it interesting? When I thought I loved you, I didn’t react to you. You expect me to be uninterested in you now. Will there be a reaction?"

Mo Shiqian's handsome face was slightly taut, but his tone of voice was still not turbulent, "I am used to sleeping in a bed and I am not accustomed to changing another bed, let alone the habit of sleeping with a woman, what do you think?"

She seemed to be too lazy to talk to him, and she was about to walk past him.

But before taking two steps, the man grabbed his arm.

Chi Huan said impatiently, "I'm going to take a bath and sleep, what do you want to do?"

He raised her hand, his faint voice was dark, "Where are your ring and watch?"

Not to mention the ring, she never took it off except during the bath.

She met his eyes fearlessly, "I said, I don't want to wear it anymore."

"Don't want to wear the watch?"

"I love the new and hate the old. I used to buy all kinds of cleansing and wear them for a few days, don't you know?"

The man stared at her extremely deeply, and then said after a while, "I see."

After all, he let go.

Chi Huan didn't know what he meant by knowing it.

But she naturally wouldn't ask, turned around and left.

…………

When Mo Shiqian came out of the shower, the woman on the bed seemed to be asleep.

Because of her "coldness", they couldn't do anything except pure sleep.

If you pretend to wear more sleepwear, you will naturally be able to use fakes.

Or maybe one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

When the man’s kiss spread from her cheek to behind her ears, and then fell more and more intensely to her neck, and the more she kissed, the more passionate and strong aura, so that she could no longer continue to pretend to be unresponsive and endure it, she finally got up. I sat up on the ground and touched the lamp that turned off the bedside randomly.

"Mo Shiqian, you..."

A sentence that sounded annoyed stopped abruptly in the orange light.

The man's handsome face was addicted to the lust, and after being interrupted by her, it was contrasted with a sense of abstinence.

Her eyes were still dull on him.

The light was not bright, but it was enough for her to see the injury on his body clearly.

The skin of the chest was exposed because of the loose bathrobe, and there happened to be a wound that was not deep or shallow. It should have been scratched by the blade, and it was scarred, as if it was still congealed with dark blood.

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