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

Because there are so many things--

This is not the first time she has moved out of Mo Shiqian's villa, but the first time she has completely moved away.

It just happened that Grid arrived in the company van, so Chi Huan let him go to Mo Shiqian's villa with her.

The villa was still the same, but it was no longer what she knew.

Because it's too deserted.

When I opened the door, there was no Madam Li coming to face him, no servants, no cooks, although they rarely spoke, they are no longer here...

The villa was deserted and quiet like a tomb.

She also did not see Mo Shiqian.

Grid asked, "Sister Huan, is anyone here?"

From the time Mo Shiqian was hospitalized, there was no one living here. For almost two months, it was enough to spread a layer of dust everywhere, making it even more deserted and unpopular.

"You wait on the sofa, I'll go up and have a look."

"Good Sister Huan."

Chi Huan still wears high heels today, but there are carpets on the stairs and corridors, so even if he steps on them, he won't make any obvious noises.

The first floor is empty, the second floor is quiet, and the lights in the corridor are not turned on, making it even more deep.

Looking from the top of the stairs, only the door of Mo Shiqian's study opened a little, and she walked over.

Standing at the door, she saw the man sitting behind the desk at a glance.

His upper body was wearing a dark green V-neck sweater. He was very handsome and calm. The man lowered his head slightly, but his eyes were raised, staring at the picture frame placed on the desk.

The look is very indifferent. If it is not for him to stare for too long and his eyes are too focused, it may make people think that he is only looking at something insignificant, or even just trance.

Chi Huan naturally knew what the photo in that frame was.

It is a group photo of them.

It was she who "forcibly" took the photo, and she washed it out and found the photo album "forcibly" and put it on his desk.

She stood there and didn't decide whether or not to make a sound or what she would start with. The man seemed to perceive her existence and turned his head to look over.

He has a normal look and a calm voice, "Your things are in the bedroom, bathroom, your study, cloakroom, do you need me to find someone to help you clean it up?"

"No... no more."

The man hummed, then looked away.

The notebook on the desk was opened, and when he moved his fingers, the light on the screen turned on again.

He didn't mean to talk to her anymore. Naturally, Chi Huan could not take the initiative to talk to him again. After standing for a while, he turned and left.

After the figure at the door disappeared, Mo Shiqian raised his head again and looked at the empty place.

It took a long time to look away.

Chi Huan took out the suitcase and mechanically repeated everything that belonged to her into it.

Until the man's low and indifferent voice sounded behind her, "Even the used towels have to be put in. How many suitcases are you going to pack? Are you short of these things?"

She paused in her hand, and put the towel in her back again.

When he stretched out his hand again, he found that he was reminded that there was nothing really "needed" to take back.

They are all daily necessities, towels, toothbrushes and toiletries...

So she held what she was holding in her hand, turned around and walked out, passing by his side, passing by without any physical contact.

Chi Huan went to get the pajamas and nightdresses placed in the bedroom closet, and tidied them absently.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man walking out.

She didn't know what he was doing in here, as if just said something to her.

Chi Huan took care of everything by himself. Except for this sentence, he never came out and stayed in the study.

This was the first time she packed her luggage when he was there.

After scanning the bathroom, bedroom, cloakroom, she finally came to the study.

Some of her professional books, her usual notebooks, and a lot of miscellaneous things were put in a suitcase. Finally, she opened the drawer, and the things she put in were still neatly placed there. .

Two watches, one ring.

I touched my fingers one by one, trying to take it out several times, but never took it up.

She recalled carefully, if she broke up with Mo Shiqian, besides these, would there be anything else of commemorative significance...

He doesn't often give her gifts...

It’s just that in general, he has added everything she needs, but it is basically daily. They don’t spend a long time together. Birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine's Day... have never been celebrated.

Mo Shiqian sat at his desk. The notebook screen was dark and bright. After a while, it went dark again. He touched the touchpad again to make it bright.

I used to think he couldn't concentrate on work when she was in front of her, but now she was just on the same floor with him, which interfered with him completely unable to concentrate.

I was thinking about what she was doing now.

So the first second the footsteps sounded at the door, he noticed it.

But he didn't look up, still looking at the screen of the notebook, he looked serious.

Chi Huan walked to him and placed the brocade box in front of him, "Mo Shiqian."

The man raised his eyelids and saw what she pushed under his eyes at a glance.

The fingers tightened unconsciously, and the thin lips tightened, but the outline of the line became more indifferent, and the voice was tight and indifferent, "I bought or gave you your things. Yours, I don’t recycle garbage."

Rubbish.

Chi Huan bit her lower lip, "I know, I took everything else, except the ring."

Mo Shiqian raised his head and looked at her, holding the ring box in his hand with his fingers, his thin lips sneered, "What do you think is the use of me keeping this ring? Give it to another woman? I won't give it to me. A woman gave another woman a ring."

Chi Huan's heart was blocked.

No matter what is taken for granted, it will inevitably be blocked.

She turned her face aside and said faintly, "Isn't it expensive, resell it, if you have money, you shouldn't waste it, let alone give me all your money, it is probably already poor."

Mo Shiqian stared at her face.

In the past, it was easy for him to judge her emotions, and it wasn't even difficult to guess what was in her heart, but now he can't even assure himself, let alone the other side's thoughts.

It's just that she looks a little unhappy indeed.

He narrowed his eyes a little bit and said quietly, "You return the watch to me."

Chi Huan turned his face to look at him, seeming a little unbelievable.

He refused to ask for a ring that she could guess, but when he asked her for a watch, she didn't expect it.

But she brought three things together.

Chi Huan gave him the watch with a red strap that he later gave her, "This is new, I haven't worn it."

Mo Shiqian stared into her eyes and said, "I'm talking about the golden piece."

"Why? I have worn that for a few months."

She just wanted to keep this.

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