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

At eight o'clock in the morning, Mo Shiqian received a call from the makeup artist before the Muxi people arrived at the villa.

"Mr. Mo, Miss Chi is not at home and the phone cannot be reached... Can you reach her?"

The man frowned immediately, "Is she not at home?"

"Yes, no one answered the doorbell after five minutes, and no one answered the phone."

Mo Shiqian's thin lips pursed slightly, and he said quietly, "I see, I'll call her, you guys wait a moment."

"Ok."

Mo Shiqian hung up the makeup artist and dialed Chi Huan.

Sure enough, no one answered.

He turned to Mu Xi.

I was picked up quickly this time, "Brother."

"Are you with your sister-in-law?"

"No, I'm almost there for you."

"Don't you say it is more fun to watch the bride?"

"Oh, sister Youran just received a call from home. It seems that something happened to her dad. She rushed back. My sister-in-law asked me to come back and ask you what to do if you don't have a bridesmaid."

Mo Shiqian's frowning brows didn't stretch, but they wrinkled tighter. "What happened to Ning Youran's father?"

"She didn't say anything, she took a taxi and hurried away... Brother, what's wrong?"

"No, if you are almost there, come back and talk."

"it is good."

After Mu Xi, Mo Shiqian followed to call An Ke.

"Where is Chi Huan?"

"I just wanted to call you... Miss Chi is not in the apartment."

"No?" The man's voice sank leisurely, his voice extremely cold, "I didn't want you to look at her?"

"Sorry, Mr. Mo... before that Ms. Chi said she was hungry and wanted to eat Xiaolongbao... I went downstairs and bought it for her. When I came back, I found that the makeup artists were waiting outside the door. I entered according to the password... I found no one inside, and..."

"And what?"

An Ke's voice lowered, "She had already put on her wedding dress before... Now the wedding dress is casually spread on the soft stool in the cloakroom..."

After a moment of silence, the phone hung up.

Mo Shiqian's well-knotted fingers held the phone tightly, and his joints turned white due to excessive force.

On the day of the wedding, the bride was gone.

He closed his eyes and calmed down for half a minute, then he decisively and neatly called Fengxing, and then called the bodyguard who remotely protected Chi Huan——

He withdrew half of the bodyguards, because he had received news that Gale returned to Mexico because of his injuries, and withdrew his forces.

Although it is very likely to come back, but not in a short time.

Apart from him, no one dared or could hurt her again.

"We didn't see Miss Chi going out..."

The man's voice was cold and deep, "She has disappeared. Tell me now that he didn't go out?"

…………

Chi Huan just disappeared.

After checking the surveillance video of the No. 10 mansion, she found out that she just changed the disguise, scarf, hat, sunglasses...and drove away directly from the underground parking lot.

As for the bodyguards...what attracted their attention?

After regaining consciousness, he mistakenly regarded the other woman as Chi Huan.

Because they don't want to follow closely like An Ke, it is easy to cause visual confusion if someone is intentional, and they can only ensure that they can arrive immediately if there is danger.

After disappearing under surveillance, she disappeared.

No one answered the phone a hundred times.

The bride was gone, and the wedding would naturally not be possible. Mo Shiqian could only send out all the people who could be sent out.

Even the police in Ancheng were also dispatched.

From eight in the morning to eight in the evening, twelve hours.

From the initial compulsion and habitual calmness, Mo Shiqian completely lost his calmness after dark. He looked expressionless, but his handsome face was tight to the extreme, so gloomy that he could drip out the temperature at any time. Cold water.

The nerve jungle has never been so tight, and the emotions have never been so anxious.

Several times, Mu Xi's mother asked him to come forward and persuade him, but her husband held her arm, "Let him stay by himself, you said that no amount of it will be useful."

Apart from Fengxing, no one dared to talk to him.

But Feng Xing sat on the sofa, just watching him smash the cup that the servant handed to Mo Shiqian carefully, the bright red blood mixed with the hot tea, dripping his hand, he never spoke.

This continued for another four hours, until midnight was past zero.

An Ke rushed in from outside suddenly panting, "Mo...Mr. Mo, I... got through to Miss Chi's phone..."

The man’s ice-sculpted facial features and contours finally changed. He turned sideways and directly reached out and grabbed the mobile phone in her hand. The low and deep voice that came quickly was so hoarse and tight that it was so shallow that it was almost imperceptible. Shivering, "Huanhuan."

It was very quiet there, as if there was only wind.

"Huanhuan, where are you, tell me, where are you, I will find you right away."

It was still quiet, and if there was a partial sound, it should have been drowned out by the wind.

Without hearing her reply, the hoarseness in the man's voice became more and more serious, "Huanhuan, you speak."

"Huanhuan..."

Everyone's eyes were on him, but no one was speaking, and no one was speaking on the phone, as if the whole world was in silence. He suddenly raised his anger, "Chi Huan, speak!"

"I'm here."

The two words gently, like an illusion.

The man's voice immediately lowered again, deliberately and forcefully slowed down his speech, lowered his voice, obviously he should be anxious, but he seemed to be coaxing her, "Huanhuan, tell me where you are, Ok?"

She reported an address.

Mo Shiqian was stunned for a second, because the place she said was in the playground.

"I'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, he threw the phone to An Ke, pulled over the windbreaker, and walked out with his foot.

Feng Xing looked at his expression, "Don't need me to go with you?"

"No need to."

Mrs. Mu called out, "Shi Qian..."

But the man has gone far.

…………

The large playground has ceased operations, and even the staff is gone.

The dark orange light quietly covered everything, and gusts of cold wind passed.

Mo Shiqian found her on a swing.

She lowered her head, her feet were off the ground, her hands were holding the rope, and her long hair covered her face.

She was wearing a dark blue overcoat, with long slender legs wrapped in boots.

Sitting there, the swing moved slightly with the wind, like a silhouette in a fantasy.

He walked over.

Chi Huan only felt a moment of shadow pressing down, his eyes darkened a few degrees, and then the waist and shoulders were covered by a huge potential of strength, and the whole body was poured into the embrace of pure male aura in the next second.

After the cold wind for so long, her whole body was so numb that she couldn't even adapt to the sudden warmth.

The man's low and hoarse voice gritted his teeth in her ear, "Chi Huan, you better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise I will bury you here."

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