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

But she was neither willing to give him time, nor even to give him a chance.

She even insisted that this child does not exist...

What does not mean, even if it exists, she will not let him continue to exist.

Chi Huan looked up at the handsome face of the man close at hand.

His face was very close to her, his eyes were very close, and his breathing was even closer, because the scorching breath was sprayed onto her face.

Being so close, she seemed to have never seen his eyes so close and so clearly, and she had never seen Mo Shiqian's eyes overflowing with such a pleading look, staring at her scorchingly, blinking, no She would disappear in the blink of a second.

The look on his face was not strong, there was no excitement or hysteria.

But he stood at 1.87 meters tall in front of her, a lot taller than her, but with such a tall and tall figure, standing in front of the slender and petite Chi Huan, it still seemed that the man was low-pitched, even in front of her. Beg her.

She believes that he can give her more money and love than any man in this life, but the time he needs is at the cost of everyone around him.

They have no time.

Chi Huan lowered her head, and her long hair fell down, covering half of her face.

"Xigu, let's go."

While talking, she used her fingers to break the fingers of the man wrapped around her wrist, one by one.

"Mo Shiqian, if you continue to harass me like this, I will call the police."

Mo Xigou looked at the man whose outline was so tight that he was about to break apart at any time. His eyes seemed to be rolling like a sea of ​​thick ink, dark and paranoid, with a frightening atmosphere.

But the look on his face finally returned to calm, even deathly silence, and even the hand holding Chi Huan slowly loosened, "Okay, I won't continue to harass you,"

His voice, every word and every word were deep to the extreme, "But I want this child, you give birth to him, and I will take him to disappear into your life, but I will always give you a chance to come back to me, but if You lost him, Chi Huan—then you can only pray every day that I won’t be able to get up again, otherwise, our life will not be over."

His hand loosened completely.

But what was re-wrapped was a chill all over the bone.

Chi Huan heard his own soft laugh, "Wait until you get up."

…………

In the car from the studio back to the city.

Chi Huan sat in the co-pilot and looked straight ahead. After a long silence, he said something irrelevant, "It's raining."

Mo Xigu turned his head to look at her, and said, "Well, the weather has been gloomy recently, and it's normal to rain."

"Xigu, I'm sorry."

Mo Xigu sighed and said in a low voice, "Huanhuan, close your eyes and rest for a while. I see you as if you were dead."

Chi Huan was silent for a while and murmured, "I'm not sleepy."

"If you want to cry, just cry, I know you are uncomfortable."

"I'm not uncomfortable," she said softly and even smiled, "I don't feel anymore."

No more feeling...

No feeling, what kind of feeling.

"My child..."

"Without children, Lawrence made all kinds of false evidence that I was pregnant in order to convince him that I was pregnant but did not want to give birth to his children."

Mo Xigu glanced at the rearview mirror, "He has followed. It seems that he really wants this child."

Mo Shiqian's car is behind Lamborghini.

Although it is very likely that there is only this road from the town back to the city, from the distance maintained by the speed, the car still follows them.

Chi Huan closed his eyes.

"Western Gu."

"You said."

"When we decided to get married before, didn't you prepare a villa as a wedding room...Can you let me stay for a few days?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Well," she said faintly, "I'm too tired and want to rest. If it can be relieved with a slash, then treat it as an amputation, otherwise, I think I'm going to die."

I'm dying this sentence, Chi Huan said it lightly.

But Mo Xigu shook his whole body.

He could see it, and of course he could see that the relationship between her and Mo Shiqian had polished off her former charm, and even the smile was dull, as if the soul was half dead.

He said, "Then I will take you back to Mo's house. The villa has been abandoned for a long time and no one cleaned it." After a pause, he added in a low voice, "My mother is not at home for half a month. She is going to France. Talking about business."

"Thank you for interrupting."

…………

Chi Huan stayed in Mo's villa that night.

Mo Xigu asked the maid at home to clean up the guest room next to his bedroom, and sent someone to buy some daily necessities temporarily, and asked the chef at home to make a table of her favorite meals according to Chi Huan’s taste. .

She reluctantly ate a small bowl and put aside her chopsticks.

Mo Xigu looked at her sharp chin, "Grid said that you can eat at least a bowl of rice with Mo Shiqian's cooking. Is it because his craftsmanship is particularly good, or is it just because he made it, so you like it? eat?"

"I'm in no mood today, so I don't have any appetite. Maybe it will be better after a while."

She is in a bad mood, he knows naturally.

After arguing with the man on the set in the evening, she was like a ghost.

After Chi Huan finished eating and drinking a cup of tea, he went back to the guest room to rest.

There was no rest, because although she was exhausted physically and mentally, she was not sleepy.

She sat on the lounge chair on the balcony outside the guest room, looking up at the starless night sky.

The air was cold and cold, but she seemed unconscious.

Or, this feeling of being close to self-abuse can relieve some of the pain and numbness in her nerves.

Not knowing how long she had been sitting like this, the mobile phone she was holding on hand rang.

She glanced at the screen.

Wood ink.

Oh, she still forgot to change the remarks.

She couldn't answer, and she was not allowed to listen, but the vibration seemed to knock on her heart, making her uncomfortable.

She reached out and nodded and refused to answer.

Cleaned up.

Less than ten seconds later, the phone rang again.

It is still wood ink.

Chi Huan hangs up again.

He still fights.

Chi Huan didn't want to pick it up at first, but he kept playing, and kept dialing for an entire hour.

Finally she gave up and answered the phone.

"You quarreled me for an hour, what do you want to do?"

The man asked in a mute voice, "Why live in his house?"

"I'm with him. Is there any problem with living in his house? When I was with you, why didn't you ask me why I lived with you?"

"Chi Huan."

"What else?"

Mo Shiqian's voice was tense and yin, "You are pregnant, you can't sleep with him."

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