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

Chi Huan looked at the thermal insulation box and moved his eyes down——

Then he was stunned.

Because she saw An Ke's other hand hanging down, there was another insulation box.

Although it was packed in a bag, it was not difficult to see when I glanced at it. It was a heat preservation box similar to the one handed her.

But in just a moment, she quickly figured out that it might be Mo Shiqian who was not at home outside, so she asked the chef to prepare two copies, and then asked An Ke to run errands.

Seeing Chi Huan's delay in answering, An Ke said again, "Miss Chi, Mr. Mo said, you don't need to eat, but I must deliver it to you..."

She had a slight tone, and said in embarrassment, "So, Miss Chi, don't embarrass me. If you don't want it, you can throw it away."

Chi Huan stretched out his hand to take it, looked down, and smiled faintly, "Thank you, just run errands for me."

An Ke smiled, "I'm just getting paid to do errands, Miss Chi, please take your time, I'll leave."

"Ok, bye."

After closing the door, Chi Huan returned to the dining room with the insulation box.

It was time for dinner, and she didn't think much about it, unscrewing the insulation box and preparing to take out the food one by one, but the more she took it, the more dazed she became...

Mo Shiqian is clearly in charge of her taste, although sometimes he does not allow her to be picky eaters due to nutritional balance issues, but whether it is the food at home and what he occasionally cooks...

Including the food he put on the coffee table with the roses yesterday when he entered her apartment, at least three of the five are what she likes.

But for this meal, there is only one dish she likes, one dish she doesn’t like very much, and one dish she doesn’t touch at all...

And all... put onions she didn't touch at all.

She doesn't like onions, she hates them very much.

Although Mo Shiqian is not as disgusting as she expresses, she once mentioned inadvertently that although she does not like it, she can barely tolerate it on the table. If you like it, you can order something that the chef can cook.

He gave her a faint glance with smiling eyes, "I won't eat either."

The white mist and the invisible fragrance of vegetables floated in the air little by little. Chi Huan looked at them, ignorant and at a loss.

What do you mean?

She did not understand.

Before Chi Huan came up with a reason, the doorbell rang again.

Looking down at the meal that was taken out, she got up and walked through the living room to open the door.

Still An Ke.

Chi Huan narrowed his eyes and said nothing, waiting for her to speak.

An Ke looked at her and said embarrassedly, "Miss Chi...that, I seem to have taken the wrong insulation box...you haven't eaten it yet? Can you let me change it back?"

She handed her another thermos box, "This dinner is yours. It's all Mr. Mo reported that you love it."

Chi Huan took a look, and let out the door, "I didn't eat it, but I have already taken it out. If you want to give it to someone else, come in and clean it up."

An Ke hurriedly said, "Okay, I just go and clean up."

With that said, she changed a pair of shoes in the hallway and followed Chi Huan in.

An Ke was very neat, put all the food that Chi Huan took out neatly, put it back in the bag, and smiled apologetically at her, "Miss Chi...I won't bother."

Chi Huan put the thermos box on the dinner table, raised her eyes and stared straight into her eyes, and asked slowly and faintly, "Who is this... for you?"

An Ke's face was obviously stiff, a little hesitant and dodging, "It's... Mr. Mo's. After he left Clod-Summer, he went back to the company he used to run with Mr. Feng. He was busy working overtime tonight. He asked me to give you dinner. , And send you a copy by the way."

Chi Huan didn't speak for a long time.

At the end, he smiled slightly, "An Ke, you are such a honest and upright person, it is really embarrassing for you to tell you to lie."

An Ke looked at her, "Miss Chi..."

"Okay, you can go, if you delay at this late, you will be hungry."

An Ke seemed to be embarrassed and her face was very embarrassed. After all, she had been with Chi Huan for a while, and she was a little bit silly, "Then I'll go first."

"Ok."

Soon, there was the sound of the door being gently closed from the hallway, and the apartment quickly became quiet.

Once silence has joined the feeling of desolation, it becomes dead silence.

There was no expression on Chi Huan's face, she lowered her head and unscrewed the heat preservation box, taking out the food one by one.

Obviously, I knew at a glance that this was indeed for her.

So who... was the share just for?

Mo Shiqian?

She lived with him for so long, and she knew all about his eating habits.

How could it be his.

An unreasonable but extremely strong idea rushed into her mind, lingering no matter how...

Liang Manyue.

Chi Huan looked at the food on this table, the rich aroma was very attractive, and she liked it.

But suddenly she lost any appetite and didn't feel hungry.

…………

the next day.

In the morning, when she opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, her first thought when she regained consciousness was to—

Today is the second day of Mo Shiqian's three days.

Thinking of the dinner last night that was exactly the same as her standard treatment, she was like a throat, insomnia in the middle of the night and could not sleep for a long time.

Even if she said lightly in front of Liang Manyue, it must be because of his injury that Mo Shiqian would intervene in arranging her affairs.

Even when You Ran asked, she almost didn't hesitate to say that they would not reconcile.

but……

In fact, she was clearer than anyone else. The most unbearable emotion was not the ups and downs, or even the sudden fatal injury, but the disappointment accumulated by a little bit of torment.

Breaking up in this way is the most gentle, but also the most irreversible.

She looked out the window blankly, did Mo Shiqian finally start to feel disappointed in her and want to give up? ? She picked up the phone beside the bed to check.

Except for Sister Yao's text messages and leisurely WeChat, there is no information from men.

Get out of bed to wash and change clothes. She was about to call Yao after dinner, but before she had time to dial, Mo Xiegu's phone had already been called.

His voice was low and gentle, "Rise up?"

Chi Huan said in a low voice, "Are you looking for me so early?"

She feels guilty to him, even if she can’t see him every day, she should visit her at least every other day, but because of her selfishness

I didn't want Mo Shiqian to feel that she had a close relationship with Mo Xigu. She never visited him the night after Madam Mo came to visit.

After a moment of silence, Mo Xigu said faintly there, "What happened to Mo Shiqian and his childhood friend and former girlfriend?"

Liang Manyue.

Chi Huan's heart tightened, she pursed her lips and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You do not know?"

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