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

Chi Huan's eyes flashed, but his gaze still fell elsewhere.

What he said, she really didn't have any impression, maybe it was just a whim at the time and said casually.

"I said... People's minds will change. What I want now is different from before. It may still change in the future, but it may only be possible. I just want to ask if you can accept another possibility... Really wait until I am thirty-five years old, you are almost forty years old, when we quarrel over this issue, it will be too late."

Vaccination.

This is an indifferent and realistic shot.

Mo Shiqian looked at her young, white and delicate face, and the yin bird between his eyebrows was pressed into a thick cloud, his eyes were even colder.

Chi Huan moved her red lips against his gaze, "If you can accept that there might be no children in the future... Let's get married."

The man's pupils shook heavily.

marry?

They have talked about the topic of marriage countless times, but he always raised it, and she refused.

This is the first time that he took the initiative, but with such conditions.

A simple syllable overflowed from the man’s thin lips, "Oh,"

He squinted his eyes and stared at her, "Chi Huan, do you think I love you so much that I can bear everything without a bottom line, or do you feel that now that you have a better body and spirit, you have the energy to find fault and break up?"

He stayed with her for such a long time, from the first day he became her bodyguard, until now...he has basically never left.

She never expressed that she did not want children after marriage.

He also didn't believe that her ideas would change suddenly.

Nothing more than...

Without waiting for her answer, he didn't need her answer. The man said coldly, "You can get married, but you don't want children-I don't accept it."

After saying this, he didn't even look at her, and walked out with his long legs.

The last pot of vegetables cooked in the pot is still steaming, but no one cares about it anymore.

As he passed by the living room, Mo Shiqian bent over and pulled out a few pieces of paper on the coffee table, and wiped his fingers carelessly, with a cold and indifferent face with no expression, and said lightly to Ma Li, "The dinner is ready, I If you want to go out, you bring the food from the kitchen to the restaurant and watch her finish eating."

"Hey... OK, Mr. Mo."

The man hummed, threw the tissue into the trash basket, and went out without looking back.

Soon, the sound of the car's engine sounded outside, and then gradually moved away, completely returning to silence.

Chi Huan followed out and stood under the lights of the living room, watching the car lights leave through the glass.

Ma Li looked at her and sighed, "Miss Chi...have you quarreled again?"

There was no expression on her face, she looked faint and deserted, "Help me bring the food to the table."

"I'm going now."

"I'll just eat a little bit. Save a large portion and keep it warm until he comes back to eat."

"Okay."

…………

After Mo Shiqian went out, he never returned until after twelve o'clock, Chi Huan finally couldn't wait any longer and wanted to call him with his mobile phone. In fact, this idea has been there since nine o'clock in the evening, and it is getting stronger and stronger.

She was holding the phone, her finger rested on the three words Mumo, and she couldn't stop it.

At first she didn't know what the hesitation was for, but she finally figured it out.

She has no confidence in herself.

It doesn't matter if she doesn't have the mayor's father, he doesn't care, and she doesn't have to.

It doesn't even matter if she is a big star.

But as a woman, her sexuality is cold and her physical infertility is--

What else can she give him?

He could endure it for a month, two months, half a year or even a year, and he could never need it.

It is impossible for her to take medicine every time.

Who knows if she can heal and when she can heal.

Love can't support all practical problems, nor should love support these.

Her heart seemed to be crushed by a heavy stone, but even so, she still clicked on the words Mumo.

The phone repeated the beeping sound, as if it was going to ring until it was old and no one answered.

She called again.

1999.

Feng Xing, who was barely able to get out of bed at the beginning of his injury, had a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinting at the man who looked calm, but was drinking non-stop.

When the phone turned on, he glanced at the screen, "Your woman's phone, how dare you not answer? Sorry, what outrageous things Chi Huan did to you?"

Hearing this name, Mo Shiqian gripped the wine glass tighter, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, he glanced at the dim light, and said indifferently, "Either drink or shut up and pretend to die."

Feng Xing is clear and light, "The doctor's order strictly forbids me to drink, not to drink, and useless things."

"Then shut up."

Why do you want him to accompany you to shut up?

Feng Xing was too lazy to argue with him. Seeing that his mobile phone stopped for a few seconds and started to shake again, he simply stretched out his hand to grab it, clicked the answer button, and said lazily, "Miss Chi."

The other end was startled, only to realize that it was not the owner of the phone who answered the call, "Fengxing...Where is Mo Shiqian?"

Feng Xing smoked and said casually, "Oh, he is drinking alcohol. I don't know if he can drink alcohol poisoning. As his woman, can you come over to pick up my class? I am injured. I should go to bed early and get up early. , Stay away from tobacco and alcohol."

After all, he vomited a smoke ring without any violation.

"He is drinking?"

"In 1999, I shouldn't need to tell you which box you want. Come here quickly, or I will ask the bodyguard to carry him back." Chi Huan hung up the phone without answering him.

Feng Xing looked at the suddenly hung up phone, raised his eyebrows, and threw the phone back.

He took another cigarette and said idly, "Let's talk about it, I'm going to leave without saying anything."

Mo Shiqian was expressionless, one bottle of wine was empty, and he calmly opened a new bottle. The bottles on the table were a lot empty, but he didn't look drunk.

Of course, if you don't take a closer look. He said faintly, "She said suddenly that she is willing to get married, but the condition is not to have children..." The man's thin lips outlined a very cold arc, and his eyes were cold and clear, "You think she really wants to get married. Still want to break up without giving up?"

When she returned to him, it was only a compromise.

Probably because he knew he couldn't let her go?

Feng Xing frowned slightly, and then said in a light tone, "Is that right? I just listened to her voice. I didn't care about you. Otherwise, why would I call you so many consecutively? Go back."

The man’s low voice was a thick mockery, "Have you ever used child-free as a condition of marriage?"

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