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

Feng Xing smiled lightly and slowly, and said playfully, "Have you really thought about... snatching him from Xia Tangtang's hands?"

"No."

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In any case, Feng Xing brought a doctor to the door.

For his unauthorized appearance, Mo Shiqian frowned to express his displeasure, "What are you doing?"

Feng Xing glanced at him and took the tea that Chi Huan handed over, "You woman beg me," said, raising his chin and pointing at him, blowing the heat from the cup, while squinting at him. "Show him his waist, don't let the woman move anymore."

Chi Huan, "..."

She didn't speak, and stood blankly.

The doctor is a little bit older, he is in his fifties, and he is about to walk towards Mo Shiqian when he put the medicine cabinet on the coffee table.

The man's condensed eyes stayed in place and did not dare to move.

He didn't speak, or even frowned, his handsome face was not tepid, and his expression looked very pale, but his silent eyes were full of warnings not to enter.

The doctor stood, looked at Chi Huan, and then at Fengxing, but did not dare to go up.

Feng Xing just pressed the lighter, lit the cigarette between his thin lips, raised his eyelids and glanced at Mo Shiqian, and kicked his long legs directly at his waist, "Do you **** want to be beaten by me too? ?"

He actually didn't know which side Mo Shiqian was injured on, but he kicked the side within his reach.

When Chi Huan saw this scene, he subconsciously took two steps forward, "What are you doing?"

Both men looked at her.

One raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes dark and deep.

A handsome face was concealed under the curling smoke, like a smile.

Chi Huan was immediately uncomfortable with these eyes, and said coldly, "Let the doctor show you, if you make trouble, you must get out, or I will live in this apartment for you and I will go out by myself. ."

Mo Shiqian did not speak.

Feng Xing laughed and smoked his cigarette without speaking.

The doctor coughed twice and walked over cautiously.

Fengxing was looking for a well-known old Chinese doctor.

She didn't quite understand what was going on, but what he meant was that it was really serious, more serious than she thought, and the treatment can still be cured, but if the recuperation is poor or worsened, the root cause of the disease may fall.

Chi Huan ignored him all morning and didn't show him a good face.

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After the doctor left, the two men chatted in the living room.

Feng Xing watched Mo Shiqian half-closed and leaned against the teddy bear whose aura was very disagreeable with him, chuckles twice, and sneered, "The more you live, the better you will be."

The latter didn't raise his eyelids, and said lightly, "I haven't been so idle in a few years, I want to be idle longer."

Since he entered the Lawrence family to take over Clod-Summer, he hasn't spent more than half a day free. In the past two years, the situation has actually improved a lot. He really wanted to spare the time to take it out.

But workaholics are a kind of inertia and can be psychologically addictive.

Popular laughed noncommittal, too lazy to expose him.

Chi Huan was preparing lunch in the kitchen, and the aroma filled the living room.

"Are you reconciled?"

Mo Shiqian stretched out his hand and asked him to ask for a cigarette, then lit it with the fire, and after taking a long sip, he exhaled a ring of blue and white smoke, never answering this question.

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After lunch, the popular drove away.

Chi Huan drove Mo Shiqian back to the bed, applied the medicine newly prescribed by the old Chinese doctor, and massaged him for fifteen minutes according to the method he said before getting up to leave.

As soon as I got out of bed, my wrist was pulled by the man, "Where to go?"

"Go and wash the clothes you changed last night, and then go to the study to read a book, or find leisurely shopping, I rarely have a vacation."

The man's eyebrows rose uncontrollably, "You... want to wash my clothes?"

Washing clothes... Chi Huan in his memory, even his clothes were washed by housekeepers or servants, not to mention men's clothes.

He took Chi Huan's hand and placed it in front of his eyes, looking carefully.

White and slender, still as beautiful as shaving green onions.

Pampered fingers are completely different from hard-working fingers.

"I just throw it in the washing machine, and send it to the laundry shop if I can't machine it. Do you think I can wash my clothes and wash my fingers out?"

Mo Shiqian smiled faintly, "Then you can take it to the laundry, the dishes need to be ironed, which is very troublesome."

She can iron clothes too.

But Chi Huan didn't say the words, only nodded, and said, "You didn't sleep well last night, let's get some sleep this afternoon."

The man stared at her for an instant, and asked in a low voice, "Are you going out?"

She pursed her lips and replied, "Maybe you have stayed in the study all the time to see if You Ran has time, but even if I go out, I will be back before dinner. You can sleep well in the afternoon."

His brows stretched slightly, and he said, "Don't run around, you need to make a call, eh?"

Chi Huan looked at his handsome face, his blushing lips pulled out an indescribable arc, and said softly, "Then I will take your clothes to a nearby laundry and come back to read a book."

Mo Shiqian looked at her well-behaved and exquisite face, his eyes darkened, his eyes became deeper, and finally he uttered a dumb syllable, "Okay."

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Around four o'clock in the afternoon, at this time in early autumn, the sun was not too strong, a little weak, and cool and warm.

The bedroom has blackout curtains, so it is too dim and there is no light, but I can barely see the outline of the room.

Mo Shiqian's newly bought mobile phone was lying beside the bed.

Chi Huan stepped barefoot on the floor and looked down at the man on the bed. The light was too dim and he couldn't see his facial features, but he could judge from his even breathing that he should be asleep right now.

Her finger pressed the home button.

Need to unlock.

She had seen Mo Shiqian unlock the phone screen, which was the fingerprint of his right thumb.

She stood still for a while, bent down, and approached his hand by the light of the screen.

When she took his hand, Mo Shiqian woke up.

He opened his eyes, but closed them quickly.

Chi Huan quickly found Xia Tangtang's phone number in the address book of his mobile phone.

He originally intended to copy the past, but...

Suddenly changed my mind.

She held the phone and stood for a while, until the light on the screen dimmed, she raised her foot and walked out holding the phone.

After the sound of her footsteps disappeared, the man on the bed opened his eyes again.

Standing in front of the study window, Chi Huan had already dialed Xia Tangtang's number.

Repeated beeping in the ear, waiting for the other party to pick up the sound.

She closed her eyes until the phone was connected and a gentle female voice rang.

"Simon?"

Chi Huan opened his mouth and was about to talk, but his throat seemed to be blocked.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Just as the voice was about to pierce her throat, the phone was snatched by the hand that fell from the sky.

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