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

She looked at his face, then staggered her gaze, and said faintly, "From last night to now, you shouldn't be tossing me, should I let you toss, how come I toss you?"

He said coldly, "It's not that you want to blow yourself cold to toss me when you are sick. Is it because you have a tendency to masochistic and feel comfortable when you are sick?"

Cold?

She moved her fingers, as if she suddenly felt that when she was standing outside, it was indeed cold.

Chi Huan looked at her, her lips moved, but in the end she said nothing.

Mo Shiqian looked at her with this indifferent look, especially those two lips had been frozen to black, and his face was also white with no temperature, and his anger burned even more.

The long legs took a step forward and walked over, her chin with well-knotted fingers held her chin and lowered her head to kiss her, holding the two cold lips, and licking the warm and soft tongue heavily.

It seems this way, it can disperse the blue and cold in this territory.

He was still angry after all, so the hand pinching her waist still strangled her bones.

Such a kiss didn't last long, so he let go of her, took her to the dining room without saying a word, pulled the chair away, and indifferently spit out two words, "Eat."

Chi Huan didn't speak, and sat down quietly.

Mo Shiqian sat down opposite her, watched the woman pick up the chopsticks, frowned, and his voice became colder, "Drink soup."

"I don't want to drink."

"You want me to drink it?"

"I just can't drink soup?"

The man's eyes were deep and sharp, and mixed with frivolous mockery, "You used to drink it before and now you refuse to drink it. You just don't drink soup?"

So she took the spoon to scoop the soup.

Mo Shiqian looked at her with lowered eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, seemingly like a well-behaved sip of soup, the clusters of flames in his heart, instead of extinguishing, had a tendency to start a prairie fire.

This feeling is terrible, it seems to be in control but out of control.

But he still didn't say anything.

The two quietly finished the meal in this strange silence.

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After the meal, the man cleaned up without saying a word, and even the bowl was washed by himself.

When he was in the villa, the servants and chefs did it. He hadn't done these things for a long time.

Sitting on the sofa, Chi Huan looked up at the man with his low eyes wiping his fingers with a tissue, and broke the silence that had lasted for a long time. "What are your plans? Do you just stay here?"

It's okay to stay at Xishan Mansion for a day or two. It will definitely be inconvenient if it takes a long time.

Mo Shiqian's hand motion stopped, his dark eyes looked at her without warmth, his thin lips curled up slightly, and he said coldly, "No one here is looking at you."

Throwing the used paper into the trash, he turned and walked into the bedroom.

Standing on the balcony, I made a call to the Mu family and his wife. They talked for about ten minutes. After hanging up the phone, they cleaned up the bedroom. When I went out, I took the door and said lightly when I passed the sofa. go."

Mo Shiqian took her back to the villa.

Before she got up early in the morning, he had already called Fengxing to send someone to send Mu Mu Mu and Mu Xi to the airport. Of course, there were bodyguards along the way.

When they went back, they were sitting on the sofa in a hurry.

Seeing the two coming in, he raised his eyes and glanced casually.

Although Mo Shiqian brought Chi Huan back, apart from the necessary exchanges, they had almost zero conversations throughout the process.

After he took off his coat and threw it to Ma Lin, he went straight upstairs without even looking at her from the corner of his eye.

With smoke in his lips, Feng Xing squinted his eyes through the smoke and looked at his back. When he retracted, he inadvertently swept Chi Huan standing next to the sofa. She was also the man who had just watched him go upstairs.

His eyes were so obscure that it was difficult to discern the true emotions.

He took off the cigarette, clamped it between his fingers, spit out the smoke, and said lightly, "Sit."

Chi Huan looked down at him, raised his foot and walked to the sofa to sit down.

She picked up the hot tea on the coffee table, let the mist obscured her facial features, pulled her lips and made a faint voice, "If you want to teach me like Liang Manyue before, then no need, he has already lost his temper. Up."

Feng Xing’s tone is very loose, as if he is talking about ordinary things, even with a little smile, "After you were with him, have you ever complained overtly and secretly, he refused to tell you that he fell in love with you? Up."

Chi Huan's hand holding the cup froze slightly.

She raised her head, but made no sound.

Feng Xing laughed, took a mouthful of cigarettes, and said lazily, "You don't need to look at it like this, I guess, his character, he will never say love easily, you are the woman who needs security most in your relationship... ...Unless you say that loving him is false, otherwise, you will definitely be dissatisfied."

She moved her fingers, lowered her head and took a sip of tea before she spoke, "He has already said it."

The popularity is like a smile but a smile, "Is the love you women put on your lips so weightless? Just say I love you, and then just say, oh, I don’t love anymore—or, What is easy to pick up, easy to put down?"

The so-called, take it lightly and put it lightly.

His tone did not smell of accusation, but the accusation was sharp enough.

When speaking, he couldn't see that his focused eyes were always staring at her, not missing every change in expression.

Chi Huan just smiled and said indifferently, "Although I am a woman, I can't represent a woman. If you say that, let me think about it... I might really be like this. I guess you should be dissatisfied with me. Do you want to persuade your best brother to give up on me."

Feng Xing whispered lazily, "I just want to tell you, if the easier the love to utter, the easier it is to give up, then the harder it is to be sure of the love... the less likely it is to let go, and I can see that I don’t That ability made him give up on you."

Chi Huan shook, her pupils shrank without a trace, and her body became stiff to an extent that the naked eye could not detect.

The man took a long puff of cigarette slowly, and said slowly, “I don’t know something you know or not... The plan we made to deal with Gale was originally the day before your wedding. They think that we have no intention of defending. It’s just that Liang Manyue made his own claim to advance the time... In fact, he didn't have any complete confidence to get out of his body at the beginning, so... he took the property under his name, equity, or even this The villa, his apartment, the car, except for his family, all the others are transferred to your name, in order to fear that he will die, so that you, the eldest lady who has never suffered from life, can still live richly Worry-free life."

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