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

"I asked me, not him."

After a moment of silence, she said, "Maybe I chose to be with you or feel that I am in love with you because you treat me well and spoil me, and when I am with you, I feel safe, although Maybe you can still feel this way for me in the future, but in the process...I'm tired, I don't have the desire to continue walking with you, just like the day of the wedding, I suddenly feel confused and Afraid."

After Chi Huan finished speaking, she felt that she would even believe these lines.

She may have a talent for acting as a screenwriter.

"Now, can you take the property back?"

The man faintly said, "Give it to you as a breakup gift."

"I don't need either, Mo Shiqian, I don't need to break up gifts."

"Then treat it as if the movie I caused you was stopped, and to compensate you, your work may have been stalled again recently."

It was quiet for a while.

Chi Huan raised his foot and stepped out on high heels.

The white Ferrari parked at the door of the hospital. As soon as she approached, An Ke got out of the car and opened the door for her, "Miss Chi."

Chi Huan didn't get in the car and looked at her and said, "An Ke."

"Please speak."

"I broke up with Mo Shiqian, I think you don't have to follow me anymore."

An Ke was taken aback, "Miss Chi..."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask him, I'll go first."

After saying that, Chi Huan raised his hand to close the back seat door, turned around the front of the car and opened the driver's door, bending over to get into the car.

The white Ferrari quickly left and disappeared in the traffic.

An Ke did not choose to call, but swiftly went to Mo Shiqian's ward, knocked on the door and asked, "Mr. Mo..."

The man’s bone injuries have not healed and he can’t get out of the bed. He has a notebook in front of him, which is already open. His hands are on the table and his eyes are on the notebook screen.

But others can still tell at a glance that he is not looking at the laptop, or in other words, he is not looking at the content on the screen.

"Miss Chi said... so I don't have to follow her again..."

Before she finished speaking, the man interrupted her with a faint hum.

An Ke fell silent immediately.

After a while, she asked in a low voice, "No need to follow?"

"Ok."

An Ke stood at the door for a few more seconds, seeing the man's cold and indifferent face without the slightest wave, and quietly brought the door back.

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Chi Huan drove home.

The cancellation of the filming was almost a good thing for her, otherwise she would have to return to the set and force herself to film.

Entering the state of another character is more like her own soul is forcibly divided into two parts, half acting normally to the camera, and half standing next to it, expressionless, looking numbly and indifferently, without any emotions. .

That's an escape, but for her...too tired.

Tired to make her feel that she has become her own puppet.

There is no feeling of sadness and despair, only a huge stone is pressing on her heart, which can completely crush her anytime and anywhere.

But as a crew member, I have to act as if nothing had happened and talk and laugh with other people.

But every night I have insomnia until late at night, every time I feel that I have only been asleep for two or three hours, it's dawn.

just now……

She finally didn't have to face anyone, she could go back to the famous mansion No.10, and sleep without paying attention to anyone.

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Chi Huan drove back to the famous mansion No.10, took a bath in the bathtub, and drew the curtains directly, then climbed into bed and went to sleep.

It was a gloomy and gloomy sky outside, as if the height of the sky had been lowered, and there was a light rain with no sound of rain but an umbrella.

The air is damp and cold.

Chi Huan turned on the heating, awake and sleepy, falling asleep from dream to dream.

She felt like she was sick until the next morning.

Ning Youran brought her breakfast to see her, and pressed the doorbell for five full minutes before digging her out of the bed.

She went to look at the door like a walking dead, and saw You Ran standing in the doorway wearing a beige coat, and suddenly remembered that when she met Liang Manyue in the hospital yesterday, she said You Ran and Tang Yueze...

Ning Youran looked at her, frowning, "Huanhuan, why is your face so bad?"

Chi Huan touched his face like an afterthought, "Is there?"

"I brought breakfast here... I sent you a WeChat message last night, but you didn't reply, and you didn't answer the call..."

"I slept……"

Ning Youran looked up and down in her pajamas, "You haven't gotten up yet?"

Her voice was very soft, "Well... I haven't had a good sleep in a long time."

Ning Youran sighed, "I brought you the Xiaolongbao you like... you go wash it first."

Chi Huan took two steps back. She looked at the girl who was babbling while bending over to change shoes, and she asked, "Leisure, what's the matter with Tang Yueze?"

Ning Youran changed her shoes, and then put on her slippers, and said nonchalantly, "You see."

"If I don't know, you are not going to tell me?"

She lowered her head, holding the thermal box containing the steamed dumplings in her hand, and whispered, "I couldn't see it at all... I wish no one knew."

Chi Huan suddenly opened his eyes, "What do you mean?"

She actually doesn't have much energy right now. She just wants to sleep on the bed, don't think about anything, don't want to know anything, she even feels that she doesn't have any extra energy to care about other people's affairs.

It can be seen that the four words are not light, but they still shocked her.

Ning Youran walked to the sofa holding the insulation box, her voice was still very low, even a little faint, unlike the tone that should have been said about such things, "My dad’s business has recently gone wrong... My hair has turned white for half a month. I can't bear to watch him run around begging for help all day long before he has a good leg."

"Did you go to Tang Yueze?"

She shook her head, "I went to find someone else that day... But... I ran halfway, and when I left, I saw him drunk and fighting with others. A group of people fell into the garbage... I couldn't get in touch anymore. His family...looked at him looking really embarrassed... and sent him back."

She had never thought of looking for Tang Yueze. Although her number was in her mobile phone, their lives had never crossed. She was neither the white moonlight in his heart nor the stunning beauty of Qingcheng. She didn't think he would bird her.

"Unexpectedly he was drunk... treats me as Liang Manyue..."

Ning Youran shrugged her shoulders, and a quiet and sad arc passed across her pale pink lips, "I can't tell him again. I slept even thinking about it. For the first time anyhow, I brazenly asked him for money. ."

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