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

Feng Xing, half-serious and half-hearted, guessed casually, "Maybe she can't give birth?"

Mo Shiqian said indifferently, "Impossible. From the time she was kidnapped when she was seventeen years old, all the medical examination reports required for her work or routine checkups will pass through my hands."

Feng Xing bit his cigarette butt, glanced at him sideways, and said with a smile, "Just because of this you are so angry? She is very young now, and it is not normal to have the idea of ​​not wanting to have children. Wait a few years, maybe she will do it again. That’s changed, and if you really want a child so much, when you get married, it’s fixed, and then you can use a little trick to make her conceive... and then find a way to coax her to give birth."

Fingers held the long-lasting cigarette, and took the last puff, "Since she is married, she will get married first. Anyway, she has to do it when she is married... She won't let you touch it yet."

Mo Shiqian's eyes darkened, his thin lips pressed tighter.

It's not that he won't be touched, but he really can't touch it.

But this can't be said to others, even if it is a brother of more than ten years.

He picked up the wine glass and threw it to his thin lips.

Finally, rubbing the empty cup with his fingers, he said faintly, "Sometimes, I don't know what she is thinking."

What he cares about is not whether he wants a child or not, but why she suddenly made such a condition.

When they were together before, when he proposed to marry him, when she promised to marry him, she never mentioned this at all.

Being unable to be born and unwilling to be born are two different things.

Unwilling to have a baby... Unwilling to conceive a child for him, those are two other things that are extremely different.

Feng Xing lifted the corners of his lips, slowly spit out smoke, leaned over and unhurriedly pinched out the cigarette butts in the ashtray, "It's strange, you never tell her everything."

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When Chi Huan arrived in 1999, Mo Shiqian leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes quietly, not knowing whether he was asleep or drunk.

When I pushed the door in, I just hit Feng Xing impatiently stretching out his leg and kicking him, "Hey..."

She became a little angry immediately, and couldn't help raising her voice and asking, "What are you doing."

Feng Xing looked sideways and looked at the panting woman staring at him, and silently retracted her leg, saying quite innocently, "Wake him up and drive him home, what else can I do."

Chi Huan walked over, put the bag on the coffee table, and said dissatisfied, "You can call him or push him, why kick him?"

Popular, "..."

They are men, kicking casually, what's the problem?

"I'm not his woman, and I have no obligation to be gentle with him," Feng Xing looked at her with interest, without any seriousness in his eyes, but he put the expression on her face into his eyes, and the tone was lazy like a joke." Besides, it's nothing to kick him. I have kicked him and beat him in the past ten years, but I didn't let him run out to drink in the middle of the night without sleeping."

Chi Huan's move to help the man froze.

After a few seconds, she returned to nature, and continued to push him to wake him up, "Mo Shiqian...Mo Shiqian."

"Would you like to call my husband... he is the most boring."

Chi Huan looked back at him and pursed his lips, "You help me ask two people to come up and help him go back."

Feng Xing's cocked Erlang's legs retracted, landed on the ground and stood up, glanced at her with a low eye, and said lightly with a smiling voice, "No, it's all because of you. I wasted most of the night watching He was drinking here, but he didn't even hear a few words from him when he was angry. Think of a solution yourself."

In those words, there seemed to be a bit of revenge.

"Popular..."

Before Chi Huan had finished speaking, he had deaf ears and took the door out.

After going out, Feng Xing inserted one hand into his trouser pocket and raised his other hand at random, and immediately a man in a black suit appeared behind his dorm.

"Don't worry about them, don't need to help Chi Huan, send a few people to stare, don't let them have an accident."

"Ok."

………………

Only two of them were left in the box.

She looked at the closed door, turned her head and returned her gaze to the man, a little helpless, pushed and shook him several times, trying to wake him up.

When others were drunk and vomiting, he slept unconsciously when he was drunk.

Chi Huan sighed and sighed. He looked up at the clean, handsome and angular face of the man above him. After looking at it for a while, he raised his hand and touched the outline of his face with his fingers.

After feeling obsessively like this for a while, she took off her coat and climbed onto his knees, took his hands away and landed on her waist, and then lay her head on the armrest beside the sofa with him.

After a few minutes, I felt that this posture was uncomfortable, so I took the pillow and put it under my head.

In this posture, she was equal to sleeping in his arms face to face.

His breathing is very even and heavy, with a faint smell of wine, maybe he likes it too much, so he likes everything.

I didn't know how long I watched it, Chi Huan leaned in and kissed him, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I wanted to call An Ke and ask her to ask other bodyguards to help her get him back, but after thinking about it, I decided to forget it.

Anyway, 1999 is where he followed the trend, it should be very safe, this box is also their own private place, there is no problem to use it for a night of rest.

It's just that this sofa is a bit small, and with the size of a man here, she has to lie halfway on his body to fit it.

But it's good, very close.

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When Mo Shiqian woke up the next morning, his head was a clear headache after a hangover.

The arm was pressed by something, and the blood flow was numb. Before he opened his eyes, he subconsciously wanted to take his hand out. The next second he suddenly realized the soft touch and familiar fragrance.

Before Chi Huan was pushed off the sofa, he reflexively hugged her.

Opening his eyes, it was the woman's clear sleeping face.

It was so clear that she was in his arms. Although she slept in his arms every night, he still felt a little unreal at this moment.

After all, Chi Huan was pushed when he woke up, and when he almost fell weightlessly, his subconscious instinct grabbed the clothes of the man in front of him, seeking safety.

Mo Shiqian didn't move, fearing that she would fall off the sofa, and only used his arms to fish her body deeper into his arms.

His head was still hurting, and most of his body was paralyzed uncomfortably, but he felt as if he could only surrender when he looked at the woman who was actively snuggling in his arms.

This woman makes him more annoyed by love.

But what can he do with her?

He stroked her cheek with his fingers, bowed his head and kissed it.

Chi Huan was awakened by his kiss.

The sofa is too small, her sleeping position is paralyzed, and her whole body is sore. Before her eyes were opened, she made a soft low voice in her throat, like a moan, "Uh..."

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