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

She didn't look back, just tried to withdraw her hand.

The man's low and deep voice continued behind her, "That Rhett is a young man who can only eat, drink and have fun, but he still belongs to the Lawrence family on the surface, so he was regarded as a puppet by other shareholders... you Listen to me, don't go, eh?"

There was a bit of low-pitched persuasion in his tone, but always with the strength and dominance in his bones. When mixed together, it was indescribable what kind of feeling it was.

"Mo Shiqian, let go."

She turned her head and looked at him, "I know what you mean, and I also know what I have to face, Mo Shiqian, I have been in this circle for more than seven years. I am not an ignorant girl. Do you want to go? I can decide...what will the movie do if I don’t go?"

"Chi Huan," the man's cold and indifferent face finally got angry, and the fingers pinching her wrist increased his strength, and his voice became even tighter. "It's only a movie, it's worth going to such a messy place. , See that kind of messy man? You know it will happen, do you want to go?"

"Why can't I go?"

His breath sank, his dark eyes stared at her closely, and he uttered four words one by one, "I'm not allowed to go."

"But I want to make a movie and make money."

"The money I gave you, no matter how you squander it, is enough for you to live a few years without worrying about food and clothing. If you can't film for the time being, you can't bear it a little bit?"

A man who knew that trash had trapped her, she couldn't wait to go to the appointment?

Chi Huan's eyes were sore, she was worried that the tears would fall, so she turned her head to look elsewhere, blinked vigorously to force her tears back, and said coldly, "Can't you just leave me alone? "

"You treat me as if I can't,"

She turned her head to look at him, just about to speak, but hit the man's hazy and self-deprecating eyebrows, and her heart suddenly curled up.

Perhaps she could see that her expression was so distracting or soft, Mo Shiqian lowered his head and unconsciously leaned closer to her. The hand holding her wrist was also raised to support her face. The eyes of her deep ink look at her almost He coaxed her and said, "Huanhuan, you are obedient, you listen to me, don't go, if you feel too bored recently, you can find friends to travel with... You will definitely be able to continue shooting movies in the future, eh?"

He was very close to her, his expression gentle and tired, and most of his warm lips fell on her skin.

Like to kiss her at any time.

But this is just an illusion.

He won't kiss her because he is no longer qualified.

Once because of love, so unscrupulous.

Later, I can tell myself that if he takes her, he can give a life that no one else can.

He always believes that what he can give is the most suitable for her.

But now he has nothing.

Chi Huan remembered that when she asked Lawrence why he wanted to start with Youran's father's business, he said to give her a wake-up call, in order to avoid her feeling soft.

The man You Ran found was Tang Yueze, and she could still deceive herself and comfort herself. At any rate, she liked a whole girlhood man.

But Mu Xi is different. Once those videos are exposed, it will be difficult for her to turn over again—

Even if she works hard to get back on track in the future, this incident will inevitably become a scar in her heart forever, even if healed, it will not disappear. Besides, she is too young now.

A girl who is not eighteen years old may not be able to bear such a thing at all.

Lawrence didn't even care about his son's life, how could he care about a Muxi.

Wen Yi said that she can only compare to Lawrence who is more ruthless, than to his death——

She should have given up long ago.

Chi Huan took a deep breath and pulled away his hand, looking like he had compromised, "As long as I go home, you will go back to the hospital?"

He quickly agreed, "Yeah."

She closed her eyes and said faintly, "You go back."

The man's eyes were slightly bright, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you not going?"

"Ok."

He said in a low voice, "I will send you back."

"This is my home, just take an elevator to the door."

"I see you off."

Chi Huan bit her lower lip, her heart was painful, and she couldn't show anything.

Because she can't express anything, so many times, many emotions, she forced herself to ignore them, as if she didn't care, they were really gone.

In the end, she did not continue to stalemate with him, returned to the car and reversed the Ferrari to the original parking space, then got out of the car with the bag and walked back in the direction of the elevator.

Mo Shiqian followed behind her silently.

There were only two of them in the elevator.

Knowing that she shouldn't ask, but she couldn't help but ask, "Does your wound hurt?"

He was wearing black trousers and a black coat on the outside. He couldn't see anything at first glance, but when he looked closely, he could see that he frowned from time to time, intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was enduring something.

The man held his lips, his smile was so weak, "It hurts, so what?"

Chi Huan pursed her lips and tilted her head to look at the wall on the left.

But the inner wall of the elevator didn't know what material it was made of. It had a reflective effect. She raised her eyes and saw that the man on her right was looking down at her.

Those eyes seemed to be affectionate, or they belonged to a kind of affection.

She suffocated in her heart, turned her head to look at the elevator door, lowered her head, and covered her face with long hair, "Mo Shiqian, we broke up. If you are always like this, I will feel very troubled."

He said lightly, "Really, sorry."

The elevator door opened and Chi Huan took the lead to go out.

After a few steps, she reached the door. She pressed the code skillfully, opened the door and walked in, then turned and looked up at the man in black standing in the hallway, "You can go back to the hospital now, don't use your body to mess around. Okay?"

"Ok."

"Are you still going?"

He smiled faintly and sighed, "Close the door."

Looking at his handsome and indifferent face, Chi Huan retracted his gaze, took two steps back, and then closed the door.

Withdrawing the hand that fell on the doorknob, the bag in her hand also fell to the ground. She leaned back against the door panel, her body slowly slid down as if she was drained of strength, and just sat on the ground with her knees bent.

Outside.

It was almost dark, and the lights in the hallway followed.

That light stretched the man's figure extraordinarily long and rendered extraordinarily lonely.

I don't know how long he stood silently outside the door before putting one hand in his trouser pocket, and then turned and walked into the elevator.

When he walked to the door, the pain he was holding back finally showed signs that he couldn't stop. He stretched out his hand to hold on to the wall, and he was not deprived of much strength by the severe pain.

The cold sweat on his forehead was fine and dense, and even the green veins were faintly exposed.

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