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

"Moxigu..."

Mo Xiegu looked down at her shocked and panicked eyes, closed her eyes because of the pain and couldn't help closing her eyes. He drew slightly and uttered two words with difficulty, "It's okay."

He put his arms around her waist and hugged her in his arms when the knife stabbed her.

The knife went into his back waist.

Pain and blood loss make people lose strength quickly.

He lowered his head to support her, as if holding her again.

I have known each other for a long time, but I have never really embraced it seriously in my memory.

"Moxigu!"

The first sound was just a murmur, then the second sound was a scream.

He closed his eyes slowly, and fell on top of her exhausted.

…………

The hospital, always pale and strong smell of disinfectant.

Chi Huan sat on the bench with his head down.

She didn't change her clothes with large blood stains.

The blood on his hands was cold and solidified, and my fingertips trembled, and I couldn't stop it.

Mo Shiqian arrived faster than Mrs. Mo.

What he saw was Chi Huan sitting in a daze on the bench. The long hair that had been carefully maintained was also awkward and messy, and it dropped as she bent over and almost fell on the floor.

His pupils shrank heavily, and his long legs stepped forward without thinking.

Mo Shiqian stopped in front of her, and as soon as she leaned over to speak, she raised her head first.

"I'm fine."

She seemed to have expected him, the expression on her face did not change in any way, and she only repeated it again, "Mo Shiqian, I'm fine."

What happened, he had naturally figured out on the way here.

The man still bent down and took her thin body into his arms.

The arm is tightened and tightened, too tight.

Rao Chi Huan felt that the nerves in his whole body had become dull, and he still felt that his bones were strangled by him.

She opened her mouth to speak, but in the end she said nothing.

Just hug it for a while.

Even if it hurts.

Perhaps, there are not many opportunities to embrace.

Chi Huan sniffed the breath of his body, the nerves that were tense about to break, weakened so weakly, and then tears poured out from his eyes.

Although she barely made a sound, although such a posture made them unable to see each other's appearance.

But Mo Shiqian still knew that she was crying.

It's just that he doesn't know why she is crying.

For...Moxigu?

Xiao Yu had already told him that Mo Xigu had taken a cut for her, and the injury was serious.

He couldn't even question her why she was with Mo Xiegu at this time.

Mo Shiqian raised his hand and stroked her hair. The darkness and fierceness in her eyes were all dark and fierce, but her voice was gentle, "I will take you to change your clothes and come back later."

"no need."

She raised her hand and put her palm on his chest, preventing him from holding her, "I'll wait for him to wake up."

The man's throat bone rolled up and down, and finally endured, and turned his head towards An Ke not far away, "Go and get her clothes."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

An Ke quickly turned around.

Mo Shiqian squatted down in front of her and pulled out the wet wipes from her bag beside her.

Ripped it apart, took her hand, and wiped her fingers one by one.

The red light in the emergency room was still on.

The man's eyes fell on her fingers and wiped the blood from her hands clean.

Chi Huan lowered his head and looked at his handsome and clear face.

The always indifferent eyebrows are filled with heavy depression like clouds.

The line of the jaw is tight, and the heavy and unhappy mood is fully expressed.

There was no communication during the whole process, until the man ran out a handful of wet wipes and threw the garbage on the side of the seat.

Finally, he raised his eyes to look at the woman's face.

Four eyes face each other.

"You tell me," he said in a barely flat tone, "you told me you want to go shopping alone, but you didn't hesitate to dump An Ke and meet him secretly. Why, huh?"

Chi Huan didn't speak, she just looked down at him.

Such speechlessness finally aroused the man's anger a little bit.

It has always been said that the cold war is not as good as the hot war.

Silence without response is more hurt than quarrel.

Mo Shiqian's voice became cramped, and every word seemed to come out of his throat, "Chi Huan, you speak."

She looked at the strong emotions on the corners of his eyes and brows.

I feel that my thinking and vision seem calm and clear, but also seem erratic and vague.

Chi Huan said quietly, "I don't want to talk now, I will talk later when Mo Xigu wakes up."

She saw the man's dark pupils crack with fine cracks.

This is probably the first time she feels that success has hurt him since she broke up and said something ugly that she didn't know.

No matter how she made trouble, he treated her as unreasonably making trouble.

She said that after 10,000 breakups, he was still decisive.

Even if he occasionally picks out some anger, it's not as good as a normal fight with other lovers.

His heart is a copper wall and an iron wall.

Can't hurt him, can't get rid of him.

She often feels helpless and depressed, but actually feels more fortunate.

Women in this world say that the breakup may not be all for being retained, but at least nine times out of ten, they hope the other party will stay.

If he really doesn't want to stay, she doesn't know how sad it will be.

Mo Shiqian looked at her, the curvature of his thin lips became cold.

He narrowed his eyes and uttered a temperatureless sentence, "What if he dies? Do you never want to talk anymore?"

Chi Huan's eyes widened, "What did you say?"

The man’s voice seemed to be mixed with crushed ice, and the meal was very slow. "I said, if he is not saved and dies, are you going to remember him unforgettable and never talk to me again?"

She took a deep breath and put her face aside.

Although she is deeply impressed by Moxigu’s absence and cannot possibly be, she cannot accept the possibility that he will die...

It's all because of her, if he dies...

She was killed.

There was a pain in her jaw, and the man pinched her jaw and pulled it back the second after she turned her face in the direction of the emergency room.

His voice is a gloomy she has never heard before, "Chi Huan, don't let me know that you really don’t see anyone with him behind me, otherwise the knife didn’t stabbed him to death, and I won’t let it go. he."

He pinched her jaw so much.

Chi Huan looked into his eyes and smiled softly, "He didn't even want his own life to save me. Do you think that if you do anything to him, I will forgive you?"

Ah.

Ha ha.

Ha ha ha.

Mo Shiqian stared at her red lips, repeating what she said in his mind.

[He didn't even want his own life to save me. 】

[Do you think I will forgive you? 】

The force on the man's fingers became heavier, and her name overflowed between the teeth, "Chi Huan."

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