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

For the first time in his life, Mo Shiqian felt that he couldn't restrain the anger that wrung in his body.

This is also the first time since Chi Huan broke up with him, he has felt really flustered.

He remembered that Mrs. Larry had taken a knife for her before, although it was a deliberate calculation, but even when she didn't know it, she didn't have much deep emotions except for the slight shock and true gratitude.

But Moshigu...

He knows too well that women will always be moved by such drama.

And this is not the fault of moving itself.

But human nature.

It's just that the more human beings, the more unstoppable.

An Ke returned with the bag of clothes, "Mr. Mo."

Mo Shiqian still looked down at the woman sitting on the bench. He stretched out his right hand and took the paper bag An Ke had placed in his hand.

In the next second, he leaned over and bent over and hugged the sitting woman directly.

Chi Huan was startled, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly hug her, "What are you doing?"

The man didn't look at her, and raised his eyes to An Ke lightly instructed, "Go and clear a women's bathroom."

An Ke lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully, "Yes."

She walked ahead, and walked quickly.

Mo Shiqian held the woman in his arms, walked slowly across the corridor of the hospital with long legs, and did not forget to answer her question by the way, "Go and change clothes."

"I said I don't want to go."

The man stopped and looked at her with low eyes, his eyebrows were indifferent, "Chi Huan, whether it's for yourself or Moxigu, you'd better not mess with me again at this time."

She looked at his expressionless outline, pursed her lips and said nothing.

When he went in with her in his arms, the people in the women's bathroom just happened to be "pushed out" and everyone looked at them with "unusual" eyes.

Chi Huan simply buried his face in his arms.

Mo Shiqian was slightly pleased because of her unconscious action, and the line of her jaw was no longer so tight.

After everyone went out, An Ke closed the door for them and kept it outside.

The man put her down.

Mo Shiqian took off her dirty coat without saying a word, spread it next to the washbasin, and sat down with her in his arms, "Change all the clothes."

"It's fine to change the one outside."

The man's tone is gentle, but his attitude is absolutely tough, "Replace it all."

"Mo Shiqian..."

His hands were on her side, his unfathomable eyes stared at her face for an instant, "If you want to spend time with me here, I can stay with you to the end. Moxi is dead or alive. , I don't care."

Chi Huan bit her lip.

The two were in a stalemate for a while.

In the end, she compromised first and stretched out her hand to take off the sweater from her coat.

The man took the clothes from the paper bag for her, and said lightly, "All."

There is bra under her sweater, which all means that bra will be changed.

She didn't know what to ask her to do instead.

Suddenly, a ridiculous thought passed through my mind.

Chi Huan laughed, "You don't think that I am in love with Mo Xigu, so you want me to change this outfit?"

Mo Shiqian lifted his eyelids, pressed his thin lips into a straight line, and said calmly, "Shall I take it off for you and wear it for you?"

Her pupils dilated slightly.

He really...has this guess and thought?

After suffocating her breath, she rolled her face, "You turn around and turn your back to me."

The reason why Chi Huan asked him to carry it was very simple. When he rolled the sheets, he met naked and changed clothes without a thread. They were together for less than a year, let alone an old wife. .

Naturally, I still feel embarrassed.

She thought so, but Mo Shiqian would not think so, especially at this sensitive juncture.

He only felt that she was no longer willing to be close to him, and now she didn't even let him see her body.

The man's handsome face became more and more gloomy, and his eyes stared at her directly, and he repeated it almost indifferently, "Should you change it yourself, or should I let you change it?"

"I want you to turn around."

He hooked his lips, "Where did I never see or touch your whole body? I can draw you without clothes when I close my eyes. Isn't it too late for me to turn around?"

Chi Huan's eyes widened, "You..."

Mo Shiqian stood tall and straight in front of her, without any intention of compromise or concession.

In the end, she unbuttoned the bra backhand and changed all the clothes.

The man casually stuffed the changed clothes back into the paper bag.

As soon as she was hugged to organize her clothes, the door rang.

Outside was An Ke's respectful voice, "Mr. Mo, the towel is here."

Mo Shiqian walked over to open the door, took the towel, and turned on the hot water from the faucet. He rubbed his hands vigorously several times, then wrung out, gently and meticulously wiped her face.

He wiped her hands again.

After being tossed like this, Chi Huan indeed found himself much more comfortable.

Compared with just now, it was indescribably clean and refreshing, and her hands and feet were no longer stiff, and her face was cold and numb.

The man threw the towel into the trash basket, and handed the changed clothes to An Ke, who said indifferently, "Now you can go and see, Moxi is dead or alive."

Chi Huan looked up at him, "Can you not speak so badly?"

He inserted one hand into his trouser pocket, looked at her condescendingly, and said lightly, "You'd better not have a day when I can do it ugly."

She turned sideways and turned to the direction outside the door.

The man followed behind without a word, keeping a half-step away.

In just about twenty minutes, Mo Xiegu had already moved from the emergency room to the advanced ward.

Except for the doctor in the ward, Mo Xiegu's secretary.

The doctor is just going out.

Looking at the unconscious man lying on the hospital bed, Chi Huan asked with a dry throat, "How is he?"

The doctor stroked his glasses, "I almost hurt the kidney a little bit, but fortunately it didn't hurt the internal organs. It's just that the wound was deep and lost too much blood. I should be able to wake up before tomorrow morning."

Her tense nerves finally relaxed slowly.

Chi Huan walked to the bedside.

She asked the secretary on one side, "Did Mrs. Mo not come?"

"Mrs. Mo is now in Australia. She just got in touch and is already preparing to return to China."

"okay."

She withdrew her gaze, "Excuse me for a while, and I will come back later."

The secretary glanced at the man guarding the door, then looked at her, did not dare to say much, but said, "I will naturally take care of Mo Shao, Miss Chi don't have to worry."

Chi Huan turned and walked outside.

When he reached the door, he took the man's arm and closed the door with his other hand.

She took his arm and walked forward.

Mo Shiqian looked down at her fingers holding his wrist, white and soft, he didn't ask or say anything.

Chi Huan took her to the rooftop of the hospital.

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