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

"You... who are you?"

The security guard of No. 10 residence may have changed, otherwise he should have known Mo Shiqian.

He just forcibly brought down two security guards.

I probably saw that Mo Shiqian and Chi Huan knew each other. Several people looked at each other. Finally, one of them asked carefully, "Miss Chi, is he... your friend?"

Chi Huan glanced at the security guards, then at the man in front of him, pursing his lips and whispering, "Well, it's someone I know. It shouldn't be a dangerous person, and he was seriously injured some time ago. Go back. Right."

Not a dangerous person?

Was seriously injured some time ago?

Who brought down two people without saying a word?

However, they knew that Chi Huan was a resident here, and she was a big star, so she was naturally convincing.

Several people still took their batons and left.

It was already a little late at night, and naturally no one would pass by even at the elevator door. Only Chi Huan and Mo Shiqian stood face to face with each thought.

Mo Shiqian always looked at her. When she was talking to the security guards just now, his eyes fell quietly on her face, and he never left, "What are you going to buy at so late?"

He turned his gaze back to his face from the security guard who had left, but quickly withdrew it, unconsciously stepped back and opened the distance between them, his voice faded inattentively, and he gave a reason casually. , "I have advanced my menstrual period. I don't have sanitary napkins at home, so I will buy them.

After a few seconds, the man gave a faint hum.

Chi Huan was so pressed by his eyes and aura that he lost the ability to think, and he didn't have the heart to ask him why he appeared here.

Besides, the answer is so obvious.

"I'm going back, so you go back to the hospital."

After speaking, she turned around and reached out and pressed the upward elevator.

But the elevator didn't come down and the door didn't open, so she could only stand there and wait.

The man’s voice was particularly cool in the night, "Isn’t you going to buy a sanitary napkin, you don’t need it when you meet me, or let me buy it for you?"

Chi Huan bit her lip and lied casually, but now she can't do it casually.

Mo Shiqian looked at her back, "Let's go."

Chi Huan had no choice but to bite the bullet and turned around and walked outside.

The man stood there, waiting for her to walk in front before he took a step forward and followed her.

The two walked strangely on the cobblestone road in tandem.

Chi Huan didn't look back, but he felt that he could perceive his existence more clearly than when he looked back, as if every nerve in his body was paying attention to him, unable to control himself.

The body warmed up and became a bit heavier.

She looked down and saw a black coat hit her from behind.

She stopped, trying to take it off and return it to him, but when she raised her hand, the man said, "Wearing it."

Chi Huan frowned, "I don't use it."

Mo Shiqian glanced at her faintly, and said faintly, "You don't necessarily care if I am dead and disabled. If you blow a cold wind, you will grind against me."

Her fingers froze, but in the end she didn't say anything, turned and continued to walk forward.

Only this time the pace hastened.

But she was stepping on high heels. Just now when she was about to change her shoes, she received a call from Liang Manyue, so she was still wearing high heels that were over ten centimeters in length during the recording.

The pebbles, the light is dim, and she is quick and absent-minded.

When her foot tilted, she let out a low exclamation, and she fell to one side.

The powerful arm encircled her waist accurately and steadily, and at the same time the indifferent voice of the man above her head rang out, "You just assume that I am on the same road with you. This is not a long road, so you don’t have to panic. Kicked my own feet."

When the words were finished, the man had already retracted his hand, "has your foot hurt?"

Chi Huan quickly pushed him away and stood firm.

"I'm fine."

She took a deep breath, then turned and continued walking.

Except for the steps, he was a little rushed, and he didn't see anything abnormal from behind.

There is a 24-hour convenience store next to the community, but at the end of the street.

Mo Shiqian followed her silently.

Stopped outside the convenience store, waited for her to come out after buying, and then followed her all the way back to the door of the community.

Chi Huan did not speak to drive him out, because she never looked back at him.

When she reached the door, she took off her coat and handed it to him. Her expression was also extremely ruthless in the cold and quiet night, "Mo Shiqian, don't come to me anymore."

The man reached out to pick up the clothes and paused in midair.

She turned her head and looked up at him, pulling her red lips to show a temperatureless arc of laughter, "When I was rich and powerful, I refused to break up, but now I can't hold me back, like a stalker peeping at me... …If you have this skill, why don’t you think of a way to get up from the hospital bed and regain the power that you lost. I don’t have love, and you don’t have money. How can we live together?"

The exquisite and white face was rendered by the expression at this time, a gorgeous flirty, superficial but strange and breathtaking.

After all, Mo Shiqian's handsome face changed little by little. The line of his jaw tightened silently, and his thin lips became a straight line, especially the dark pupils, which finally shrank to the extreme.

He spoke again, his suppressed voice was still very weak, every word was especially slow, as if spit out from the throat bone, "So are you with them for money or love?"

"It's okay for money, or for love, but you have neither."

He asked quietly, "Then what if I have money?"

Chi Huan froze, the expression on his face temporarily stagnated.

But a few seconds later, she slowed down quickly, and then smiled again, "When you have enough money to stand in front of me and say this, come and ask me again."

Her hair was blown to her face again.

"But you can't wait for me?"

Mo Shiqian seems to be accustomed to using the tone of statement to say a question, and this sentence is the same.

"Why should I wait for you, Mo Shiqian, it takes a reason for a woman to wait for a man. Do you have this reason?"

The man stared at her, solemnly and slowly, "I love you more than them. Give me time, and I will have more money than them."

Chi Huan lowered her head, so her long hair drooped down to cover the look on her face.

She blinked vigorously and forced the tears in her eyes back.

Then turned around and walked inside the community gate.

"No, nothing, I don't love you, and I won't wait for you."

Long hair and her voice were blown away by the wind together.

The ends of the fragrant hair blew across his face, and the black coat fell to the ground.

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