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

The man was fascinated by the smile, and was about to reach out to touch her face when the door of the box was suddenly pushed open again. To be precise, he was kicked open.

A fierce woman appeared at the door.

She is not young, but she is not too old, about twenty-seven or eighty-seven, she wears a luxurious outfit, and she doesn't need to say that she wears the fur on her shoulders.

Chi Huan heard someone talking beside him, whose tigress came over.

The hand that was about half a centimeter away from her face was retracted in an instant.

But Chi Huan didn't notice it. He leaned against his arms, tilted his body and smiled softly, "Then where are we going?"

When she was smiling, her voice was lazy and confusing, but the narrow and temperatureless indifference passed through her eyes.

With her reliance, the woman who was standing at the door turned into a violent rage in an instant. The high heels she was stepping on came rushing over with the sound of dad da da footsteps.

Reid hurriedly pushed Chi Huan away from his arms, and even stood up.

With a "pop", a sharp slap had already sounded, and the whole table was silent for an instant.

"You told me that you came to China to talk about cooperation? I said, "You only eat, drink, and have fun all day long. Why do you suddenly change your evil and return to the right?"

Rhett is not like Mo Shichen. He is a mixed race of Chinese and French. This woman is also of mixed race. She has a deep silhouette and a beauty of European and American style. The two people speak Chinese smoothly without grammatical problems, but the accent is not smooth and rappers. The sound will be ambiguous.

Regardless of the tug of the manager around him, Chi Huan stood up, as if completely unclear about the situation, raised his chin and frowned dissatisfiedly and asked, "Who are you woman... you are beating and swearing. , Is there any education?"

The woman said coldly to her, "I am his wife!"

Chi Huan looked surprised, his eyes circled around her, and then sneered and sarcastically said, "How is it possible? Just now Rhett told me that he likes pure Eastern women and hates mixed women the most. It's good and it's still good to see, some of the ugly ones are uglier than ordinary people... let's say..."

Her eyes flowed slightly, and she looked at the tall man who was constantly in cold sweat, and her face became more charming, "Rhett, didn't you just say you want to take me to a clean place... Why are you not talking?"

The tone changed, and he became unbelievable, sad and disappointed again, "This old, ugly woman with no taste, won't really be your wife... slap!"

Another resounding slap.

Chi Huan actually watched this slap fall on her face. She could hide for a few seconds, but she still chose not to move.

Rhett finally said aloud, and tried to grab the woman's arm, "Monica, don't get excited..."

"To shut up!"

The woman was so angry that there was not even a single person in the box who dared to speak.

Chi Huan raised his hand to touch her hot and painful face being fanned, and squinted at the man, holding her red lips with a look of wanton ridicule, with an extremely lazy expression, "I spend the cost of a movie to infuse me, I still I thought it was a big money. I was originally someone who didn't even dare to say...so afraid of his wife, why don't you just squat at home honestly? Why throw such a big person."

Rhett's face has completely lost the demeanor of the beginning, it is hard to see the extreme, "Shut up for me!"

Chi Huan's eyes turned and fell back to the woman, and smiled lazily, "Since Mrs. Lawrence is here, then I will leave."

She picked up the bag on the chair, raised her foot and was about to leave.

A cold female voice rang behind her, "Did I let you go."

Chi Huan turned around and tilted his head to look at her, "Mrs. Lawrence is going to embarrass me?"

"Why do you think I will not embarrass you?"

She spread her hands, "What use is it for me to be embarrassed. There are so many young and beautiful women in this world than Mrs. Lawrence. When a wave is old and ugly, a new batch will come in again, unless you turn off the machine gun. Shoot together, otherwise they will always appear in your life... Mr. Lawrence is holding my new movie. I just need to make money from filming. What can I do?"

The woman named Monica stared at her for a long time.

This face is so dangerous to a woman, but her eyes are far from being as grandiose and shallow as she shows.

She didn't have the initial anger on her face, but raised her eyebrows and asked, "I've asked you a little bit... When I came just now, I saw a man surrounded by several people at the door... It seems that I have heard your name. Are you here?"

Chi Huan's face changed suddenly.

Mo Shiqian...

Turning around, ignoring that he was wearing high heels of more than ten centimeters, he ran out in a panic.

He is already injured. He shouldn't even get out of bed, so he can't fight with people anymore...

She rushed to the door of 1999 by the elevator, standing at the door regardless of the biting cold wind, looking around for a familiar figure.

She didn't see the person, but vaguely heard the sound that didn't know where it came from...It was the kind of sound similar to the sound made by men fighting.

She followed the voice and found several men in black in a secret tunnel next to 1999.

When she saw that scene, she felt that the blood in her whole body was rushing to the top of her head, her pupils were broken, and she was almost crazy.

She had never seen Mo Shiqian look so embarrassed.

Perhaps, this should be Mo Shiqian's most embarrassed look in his life.

No-she would never allow this man to be more embarrassed than he is now.

He was not healed from the serious injury in the car accident. He had difficulty getting out of bed. He forced out of bed and went to Chi Huan to take all the injuries he had raised for a month back to the original shape, let alone fight with others...

A few gangsters, even women, even children, he couldn't fight back with his current physical condition.

What's more, there are three or four sturdy adult men who know they are thugs at a glance.

Her blood was flowing rapidly in her body, and she rushed over if she didn't want to, but as soon as she lifted her foot, she heard a soft and extremely cold voice, "Stop it!"

When her words fell, a few well-trained bodyguards rushed over and quickly subdued the thugs.

Chi Huan saw the woman appearing, her eyes met, and her footsteps stopped.

The sharp nails slammed into the palm of her palms, and her crimson lips were almost stained with blood, but she still held it back.

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