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

He opened the door and left without looking back.

Feng Xing stood up, glanced at the other two people in the ward, his lips curled slightly, and said with a smile, "You really don't think about letting Tang Yueze take her away?"

Before Mo Shiqian could answer, Liang Manyue was already excited, "No!"

Feng Xing ignored her, and continued to say indifferently with a smiling voice, "Anyway, you don't like her. It's better to give Tang Yueze a chance. It just so happens that you can chase Chi Huan now... Miss Chi is not too happy, you don't I won't see it."

Mo Shiqian curled his eyebrows, remembering the faint tone and expression she had just spoken.

When Liang Manyue thought that Tang Yueze might know about this, she became even more excited and unable to control herself. She stretched out her hand to hold the corner of the man standing by the bed tightly, "Don't... if you are afraid that Chi Huan is upset, you can. Go chasing her, but I don’t want anyone to know about this."

Her fingers were so white, "You promise me you can't tell anyone."

Feng Xing glanced at her, his eyes passing over the man who didn't speak.

Without any stay, he still raised his foot and left the ward.

Although Chi Huan left a step ahead of him, Feng Xing had long legs and followed in a few minutes.

One after another, neither of them spoke.

When he was at the door, Chi Huan stood still, turned his head, looked at the handsome face that seemed frivolous on weekdays, and asked, "What happens if I was injected with drugs...?"

Feng Xing inserted his trouser pocket with one hand, looked down at her, and said faintly, “It’s just two or three days, although it is enough for addiction, but as long as you don’t touch it in the future and there is no chance to touch it again, you won’t have multiple addictions. Quit."

She sighed softly, and smiled on her lips.

The sky has been completely shrouded by night, and it is completely dark.

Looking ahead, there are bright lights everywhere.

The evening breeze blew her hair, messy and scattered on her face.

Feng Xing took out a cigarette and a lighter from his body, turned his back on the wind, lit a faint flame, and then leaned over with the cigarette, the fire went out, and the smoke scattered in the night, as if it had disappeared.

He took a breath, slowly spit it out, squinted at her, "Since he is not happy that he did this, why don't he say anything?"

Chi Huan smiled, "What can I say?"

"Just say whatever you are upset."

She said faintly, "He is all for me. Compared with what he did for me, I haven't done anything for him, and there is nothing I can do. I am not qualified to speak of him."

Feng Xing squinted at her, "Since you know he is for you, why are you upset?"

Chi Huan was silent for a while.

"I'm not unhappy, I just feel... very tired."

In the last two words, her voice was very soft, but deep and long.

After standing for a long time, Chi Huan first raised his foot and landed on the next step, "Let's go, I came out without dinner, I'm hungry."

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In the evening, when Mo Shiqian returned to the villa, Chi Huan was still reading in the study.

A huge chair, a very small woman.

Only the lamp on the desk was lit, illuminating a corner, quiet and lonely.

When he opened the door and went in, Chi Huan looked up at him, "Have you come back?"? "Hmm."

"How is she?"

"The nurse at the hospital takes care of her, and the bodyguard looks at her."

"That's good. Go take a bath and sleep. Feng Xing said you haven't closed your eyes in the past three days. Rest early and get a good night's sleep."

Her legs are still in the chair, her back is leaning on the back of the chair, she has a book in her hand, and she doesn't mean to get up, although she has a soft smile on her face, her voice is soft.

Mo Shiqian did not go back to the bedroom to take a bath as she said, but walked towards her with his long legs.

He lowered his eyes to stare at her small face that was smeared with soft light, and said in a low voice, "Huanhuan, let's talk."

Chi Huan raised his eyelids and smiled, "Okay."

With that, she put the book on the table.

The man glanced at the cover unconsciously.

It was Maugham's "The Veil" that he had seen.

Silence spread for a while in the quiet light.

Mo Shiqian was the first to speak, "Isn't it that you want me to settle accounts?"

A smile remained on her face, "You are tired, wait until you have enough rest."

"From that day Ning Youran took you to find me, to this day, I have been waiting for you to lose your temper."

loose the temper?

Hearing these three words, Chi Huan's eyes were a little dazed. Why did he lose his temper?

"I know you chose to be with me, you sacrificed a lot, you took a lot, and you faced a lot..." Her original soft voice was quietly curled up, as if she was trying to laugh, but she didn't seem to have any. With some unobvious melancholy, "When I think of this, I can't bear to make trouble with you again."

Chi Huan raised his hand, dropped his elbow on the armrest of the chair, propped his head, tilted his head and smiled at him, "I don't want to accept it, but I understand all your practices... But I really don't have much A woman of measurement, so I don’t know how I should face you correctly."

Relieved?

What can't be done has never happened.

Blame?

She was tired for him herself.

She bowed her head and smiled lowly, "Mo Shiqian, I am reluctant to leave you, but many times, I want to give up myself for you."

As soon as the word quit, the man's dark eyes suddenly tightened.

He immediately leaned over and hugged her, "Chi Huan," his powerful arms pinched her waist, so strong that the bones hurt, and his voice was tight and hoarse, "I don't want to do this, I know you will not Happy, but if you don’t solve these things in one day, I feel that you don’t know when you will break up with me. You look at yourself, always thinking about leaving me."

She feels tired, so why is he not tired?

He has to deal with Lawrence, Gail, it's all right, but he still has to worry about when she wants to leave him.

Chi Huan was held in his arms, his face pressed against the man's chest, and his heart beating very clearly.

She grabbed the clothes on his chest and said dullly, "I just think... maybe you can live better without me."

"No, never."

She pursed her lips, "Then...can you not go to see Liang Manyue?"

After two seconds of silence, he said, "Okay."

Chi Huan smiled, "Don't you feel guilty?"

The man said in a low voice, "A little bit, but not as important as you."

"I still allow you to see it, but you must take me with you when you go to see her. You are not allowed to see it alone, and you are not allowed to get along with her alone."

Mo Shiqian laughed over her head, "I know, I promise you."

"After her drug treatment is complete, you are not allowed to contact her again."

"Okay, it's up to you."

"You are not allowed to intervene in the matter between her and Tang Yueze anymore. You are just an ex-fiancé, not her natal family. You are in charge of so many things."

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