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

The man had just put on his shirt, before he had time to button it, he took the phone in one hand to answer the call, and the other hand slowly buttoned the button with one hand.

Hearing the words, he paused, and then continued, his voice was casual and indifferent, but he shuddered with indescribable, "Why, now the police station in Lancheng has been ruined to such a simple basic function as sheltering from the wind and rain. Arrived?"

"This..." The person at the other end of the phone was sweating coldly, "Mr. Mo, we really didn't take care of this matter well, but after all, Miss Chi was spoiled and spoiled, so how could she endure such suffering..."

After careful consideration of the words, she continued, "Maybe she knows in her heart, but there is no other way, but to toss her body to make you feel distressed... figure it out."

Mo Shiqian's tone was calm and he couldn't predict his emotions at all, "Oh? She tossed herself into a high fever?"

"Yes... After sending Ms. Chi to the hospital, I asked about the person who lived with her, saying that she had slept on the floor these nights...without covering the quilt... Recently, the weather has turned cold. If you don't pay attention, yes Easy to catch a cold."

The man was in the bedroom decorated in pure cool colors, his long legs opened, and he walked to the window unhurriedly, and opened the curtain of the French window with his left hand, and the golden sunlight in the morning fell on her with coolness.

When he reached out to pull the curtains, a silver watch was faintly revealed on his wrist.

It's still intact, but it's old with a sense of age, especially--

This watch appeared on his body, and it was out of sync.

His voice was low, but his voice was clean and clear, "Take her case away."

There was obviously a sigh of relief, "Okay, President Mo."

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When Chi Huan opened his eyes, his throat hurt badly.

The nose is full of the smell of disinfectant.

She moved and let out a hiss unconsciously.

It's light, but it's obvious in the quiet ward where the needle can make a sound.

The man standing tall and tall at the window turned around and said in a low voice, "Awake?"

Chi Huan was startled and turned his head.

Sure enough, he saw the man standing not far away.

He inserted one hand into the trouser pocket of his trousers, wearing a trousers and shirt that couldn't find the slightest fold, he was looking down at her faintly, standing in the backlight, so the sunlight in early autumn seemed to give him a layer of gold.

Qingli, cold and expensive.

Extraordinarily handsome, extraordinarily moving.

Mo Shiqian.

Chi Huan looked at him, and within a few seconds, he gave birth to an indescribable trance.

It seems that this man came from his dream.

He does not exist in her memories, nor in her reality.

The man’s thin and beautiful lips pulled out a smile that seemed like nothing, but it was also gentle, "Huanhuan, although I like your body at this stage, if you only have this body to play with me, then It's too boring."

The dream is broken.

Chi Huan closed his eyes and opened them again, her voice a little tired and mocking, "Mo Shiqian, if you don't speak, you are really pleasing to the eyes than all the men I have ever seen."

"Is it."

She smiled softly, her voice as low as a whisper, "Yes."

She still had an intravenous needle stuck in her wrist. Chi Huan looked up at the hanging medicine bottle, still supporting her body with one hand, and slowly sat up.

A slap-sized face looked pale under the long dark hair. She sighed and raised her eyes to look at him, "What do you want to do with me, Mo Shiqian, didn't I just shake it a few years ago? Is it for you? Now you are accompanied by your sweet wife, sitting on a business empire that others have never envied for for a long time. What do you want, why bother to be like me... I'm far away from your ex-girlfriend?"

The man walked over and sat down by her bed.

He has deep eyebrows and looks at her with low eyes, as if he is very focused. He raised his hand to touch her **** cheek and smiled lowly, "What you said, it seems that I bullied you."

Chi Huan turned his face and avoided his hand.

He didn't care either, he took his hand back leisurely, stretched out to the head of the bed, and unscrewed the heat-preserving box that was placed there for an unknown period of time.

Inside is breakfast, very rich.

The first layer is Xiaolongbao.

The second time was glutinous rice and red bean porridge.

The third level is sushi.

The fourth layer is...

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Braving the heat, the heat is inexplicably warm.

Chi Huan watched him unhurriedly pull up the cufflinks of the dark blue shirt, pick up the layer containing the steamed dumplings, take apart the chopsticks and pick up one, and feed it to her lips by hand, "Be good, open your mouth. ."

She did not open her mouth, nor looked at him.

Her gaze fell on his wrist blankly.

It's already unworthy, this watch is for him.

Mo Shiqian's eyebrows were deep, and the depths of her eyes were Lingling calm. When she looked down at her expression at this time, her thin lips made a faint invisible arc, "Huanhuan, you should have something to eat, from the detention center. People say that you can’t get used to eating there, so you don’t eat anything. This Xiaolongbao is the best known in the whole city. Try it, eh?"

For Mo Shiqian today, gentleness is not an expression, but a feeling.

Even a feeling of intense bewitching.

What's more, his voice was originally very nice, and under the contrast of his cold and high aura, as long as he lowered it a little bit, it seemed particularly gentle.

Chi Huan looked up at him.

Bewitched by the sight and voice, he opened his mouth obediently.

The warm and soft Xiaolongbao was fed into her mouth.

Chi Huan chewed mechanically.

The xiaolongbao is well done, naturally it has a thin skin and rich stuffing. When she bites, the gravy overflows and flows along the corners of her lips and chin. Chi Huan reacted afterwards and raised his hand hurriedly. Hand rub.

Very embarrassed.

Before his hand touched his chin, he was cut in midair by the man.

In the next second, a clear and good-smelling masculine breath enveloped her, her lips were covered with warmth, and when she reacted, the man was already holding her face and sucking the soup that overflowed from her lips to her chin. Licking clean.

In the end, she licked her delicate chin again with unsatisfactory intentions. This was not enough. When she licked her lips back, she suddenly opened her lips and drove straight into the siege to plunder deeper.

Chi Huan only felt that the nerves that connected all the senses were shuddering under this sensational movement.

The brain shook, and after being kissed for a while, he hurriedly pushed her--

She had forgotten that her right hand was being injected intravenously, but before she lifted it up, the faster-reacting man held her wrist, leaving only one hand that was always free to push him.

But apart from letting this kiss add to the struggle of a woman who wants to refuse and welcome it, it has no effect.

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