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

The woman only wore a base sweater, her figure was slender and thin in the cold wind, her back was long, her long hair like seaweed fluttered in the wind, and her beautiful silhouette fell in the dim light.

Until completely disappeared in the night.

Mo Shiqian's tall and slender figure was stretched a lot by the high-lighting lights, and it seemed even more silent and lonely in this night when there was no one around.

After an unknown period of time, the man slowly bent down, picked up the clothes that fell on the ground, and then turned and walked towards Gust not far away.

The wound on his face is almost there, although some places are still slightly silted, but the light is too dark to see, he is still handsome, and as indifferent as before, as if his face is expressionless, it is difficult to guess his emotions.

Her head hit his chest just a few days after the pain stopped, and she started to feel a little pain again.

When I was in a fight with a few security guards before, it seemed to be torn somewhere.

I don't know where it hurts.

It seems to hurt everywhere.

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Chi Huan walked back, her pace was very slow, like a lonely ghost wandering in the city.

After the turn, she knew that he could no longer see him, and the strength supporting her straight figure was instantly vented, her shoulders slumped, and even some not serious rickets.

She debuted early, not to mention that she had some dancing skills in her early years. In the second year she took her, Sister Yao consciously trained her sitting posture, walking posture, smiling, speaking speed and intonation, and cultivated big-name celebrities.

In public, whether she is standing or sitting, she is full of energy.

She didn't know where she was floating, she didn't even notice that her hands and face were blown into ice, not to mention the way under her feet. The heels of her high heels were embedded in the pebbles, and her ankle was severely crooked.

No one helped her to hug her again this time, and she fell directly into the dirt next to her. Her face was scraped off by the leaves that didn't know whether it was a bush or a grass, and she was slightly scratched, and her feet hurt even more.

It hurts so much that Chi Huan wanted to stand up with his hands on the ground, but only slightly propped up his body, then fell back again.

She sat there alone, dark and dark.

You can still hear the howling of the cold wind.

The tight nerves suddenly broke in this second, and his emotions collapsed in an instant.

She bent the uninjured leg, hugged her knees, and cried out.

It's been a long time since she looked at his face so close.

She also rarely thinks of him, because she has been busy like a spinning top during this more than a month.

And the biggest advantage of being busy is that she has things to do and think about, don't think of him, because she can't think.

The nerve in her body about Mo Shiqian was so tense that she couldn't touch it because it would break at any time. She knew too well that she couldn't support it once it broke.

Occasionally she felt an unknown sense of panic when she thought of him.

How long has she not seen him, how long has she not remembered his face, is she about to forget his appearance?

After doing the math, it didn't take long.

Suddenly I realized how much I can miss.

She even felt that she was so weak that she could not hold on.

She also felt that she would rather be the role of Mo Shiqian, then she thought that if he couldn't bear it, she could sneak to see him.

The screen of the mobile phone that fell into the dirt with her suddenly lit up and hummed.

Did Mo Shiqian call?

Although he was unlikely to call her again, Chi Huan quickly looked over.

The screen remarks show: Mo Xigu.

Wiping her face indiscriminately, she picked up the phone to answer the call, and then tried to stand up again.

"Western Gu."

After the phone was silent for three seconds, Mo Xigu asked in a low voice, "Have you ever cried?"

He had already calculated the time and thought she should clean up and wash up, so he planned to call her before going to bed, or say a simple good night.

Her voice might have been restrained, but he still heard the signs of choking.

Chi Huan didn't admit or deny it. He just avoided the importance and said, "Are you looking for me?"

"You have cried," Moxi Gu said in a certain tone, "what happened?"

She answered the phone and tried to land her injured foot, "It's okay...Ah!"

The pain is in my heart.

"Huanhuan, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing," Chi Huan gasped, "I just fell accidentally."

"Fall, where did you fall?"

"I just fell to my feet..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the man in a deep voice, "Don't move, I'll come over immediately."

Without giving her a chance to respond, he hung up the phone.

Chi Huan didn't want him to come over, and kept calling, "Xigu...Xigu, Moxigu."

There was only a beep in the phone.

Mo Xigou was already almost home. He immediately turned the front of the car and stepped on the accelerator to continuously increase the speed. At this point in time, there were very few cars on the road.

When Mo Xigu arrived at the No. 10 residence, Chi Huan had already asked the security guard to help her back to the apartment. As soon as she sat down on the sofa, the doorbell rang.

She looked up to the security guard, "It should be my friend who has arrived, please help me open the door."

"Good Miss Chi."

As soon as the door opened, it turned out that Mo Xiegu came over with the medicine he bought on the road.

He looked at the uniform on the security guard, "How is she?"

The security guard scratched his head, "I fell down in the garden, as if I had sprained my foot. I was supposed to send Miss Chi to the hospital to see if she refused."

Mo Xigu nodded and said faintly, "I know, I will take care of her, I will trouble you."

"Then I will continue to be on duty."

"Ok."

The security guard came to leave.

Mo Xiegu walked over, put the medicine on the coffee table, then squatted down in front of her, looking at her ankles that her fingers were stroking unconsciously, frowning heavily, "How come you fell in the garden?"

She replied vaguely, "The light is too dark. I didn't wear high heels and I fell off accidentally."

He looked up at her face, "You have cried."

It was a more certain tone than on the phone.

"Well, it hurts too much when I fall."

This reason is not unreasonable, but...

Mo Xigu looked at her expression, pinched her ankle with his finger, and stated faintly, "Women crying because of falling pain is not the same as being caused by men to cry."

Chi Huan gasped with pain when he touched his finger.

"I have a sprain, forbearance, it will be better soon."

"What are you doing...Ah!!!"

Before she could finish her questioning, Chi Huan's ankle was wrapped in severe pain, and immediately burst into tears when Chi Huan was attacked by the unexpected pain.

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