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

Hearing his voice, Chi Huan reluctantly recovered, put Bao Shun down, and then sat down on the chair, then raised his eyes and looked at the man's face on the hospital bed.

She was still so handsome, but she was a lot thinner, and she looked more and more grim.

Four eyes face each other.

The man's expression was so indifferent that he couldn't see any emotions, his eyebrows were deep and pitch-black, like the deep sea at midnight, his eyebrows were bright, and his eyebrows were surging, but underneath was surging.

He looked at her quietly, as if looking at her, as if to get to know her again.

Such eyes made her feel flustered inexplicably.

The fingers on her knees slowly curled up, and she unconsciously called his name, "Mo Shiqian."

The man's thin lips twitched lightly, making a somewhat arc of laughter, "I don't need to come, why did I come on the initiative?"

Chi Huan was taken aback, lost for two seconds, and it took a while to realize what he meant.

Her business company has been acquired by Clod-Summer, and now the crew has stopped filming due to funding problems. If she doesn't want to come... he can't do anything without her.

"I..." she returned, pursing her lips, "I will be here now when I have time."

Mo Shiqian looked at her with lowered eyebrows, even rather cramped, and said lightly, "Sorry, it hurts you."

Chi Huan's heart trembled as he listened to his low and slow voice, a little numb.

She knew that he was now shrouded in unprecedented frustration.

With a smooth life in his past, he has never experienced such a dilemma... It can even be said that it is a defeat.

Lawrence is too strong, in other words, the Clod-Summer behind him who has been standing in Europe for hundreds of years is too strong.

She wanted to comfort him and tell him that it’s okay to lose a role. It doesn’t matter to her, except that Jiang Song’s preparation for such a long filming was delayed and made her feel guilty. Compared with him, she really didn’t care that much. .

But she can't.

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look into his eyes, because she was afraid that she would be too soft to hold on.

"Do you... what are your plans now?"

"Huanhuan."

He called her by her name, and her voice was low and deep, without the vague hostility and haze some time ago, and even the temper was gone, very calm, as if she had changed back to the Mo Shiqian she had first known. .

The ward was very quiet, only the man’s voice continued to sound, "You said before that you could not fight me, so you resigned and left me without making trouble. Now, if you don’t want to, I can’t do anything to you. Even in a short time, I can no longer provide you with a generous life like before, can you...can you wait for me?"

Can you wait for me

Waiting for him, the man didn't say clearly, but Chi Huan naturally understood.

Chi Huan's long hair fell down, covering half of her face. She lowered her head and couldn't see the look on her face.

Mo Shiqian stared at her, and continued lowly and steadily, "I don't need you to accompany me to suffer, nor do you need to do anything for me. I just need to stay by my side and stay here... it won't always be like this. ,Ok?"

As soon as his voice fell, the woman who had been sitting in the chair suddenly stood up.

The footsteps were even messy, and he rushed out of the ward without looking back.

Mo Shiqian's dark eyes watched motionlessly as her figure was blocked by the door, completely disappearing from his sight.

He lowered his head and slowly raised his hand. It was slender and well-knotted. The wound on it was not deep. He had healed after a month, but the scar was still there, and it looked a little shocking.

It was meaningless to pull his thin lips, and draw a sparse arc without temperature, not knowing whether he was laughing at others or himself. Outside the ward.

As soon as the door closed, Chi Huan's tears rolled out of her eyes uncontrollably, and instantly flooded her slapped face.

Her hand was still on the doorknob, and she was holding it tightly, her slender fingers were white. It seemed that with such force, she could vent the overflowing emotions in her body.

But in fact, he can only bite his teeth, not let any crying sound leak out, not let the past nurses and patients hear, let alone the men in the ward.

Although it should be inaudible inside.

I don’t know how long it has passed. When Chi Huan’s emotions calmed down, she went to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water, and then carefully applied makeup. The eye circles were no longer red, and she could no longer cry. Only then did he return to the ward again.

As soon as the door opened, Mo Shiqian glanced subconsciously when he heard the movement, but was slightly startled for a few seconds when he saw her face clearly.

He did not expect that she would come back again.

Chi Huan walked in, and the man's eyes stared at her for an instant.

He said dumbly, "Did you change your mind when you came back?"

She was taken aback, pursed her lips, and said dry throat, "No."

It's not.

The hope that Wei Wei mentioned was immediately extinguished. There were no obvious fluctuations on the man's face, and the low smile lengthened the ending. "Isn't it changed...Are you here to officially announce the breakup?"

Chi Huan stood not far from the hospital bed and looked at him.

The cold water that had just been splashed on his face in the bathroom seemed to have a cold touch.

She was almost numb to her nerves, and forced herself to speak in a state of performing, "Mo Shiqian, anyway... the body is the most important thing. You should raise your body first... and then worry about other things. As for I……"

She paused, adjusted her breathing for a few seconds, and then continued in a calm voice, "I can't help you besides causing trouble, just take it as I'm sorry... you forget me."

You forget me.

She said this line when she was acting in a drama, and she thought at the time, it was really dog-blooded.

Mo Shiqian always looked at her, and when she said this, he never spoke.

It wasn't until he turned around that the man's faint voice sounded behind her, "What don't you like about me?"

Chi Huan's fingers on his side clenched.

He asked faintly, as if chatting casually, "You never gave me an answer. Did you dislike me later, or did you say that the love you said from the beginning was fake?"

Chi Huan searched in his mind, trying to find out Mo Shiqian's "shortcomings".

Although he may or certainly have shortcomings, there has been no such content in her cognitive reserve.

Because after she was with him, her high sensitivity and likes continued to rise, even if she had shortcomings at the beginning, they all faded away.

"I don't know," she said, "if you ask me if I ever loved Moxigu, I can't answer."

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