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

Four eyes face each other.

Her heartbeat speeded up inexplicably.

Mo Shiqian was the same as that day. He was dressed in half-casual formal wear and his face was vague. On the contrary, he was even more exciting. The cigarette between his fingers burned one third, which was probably the time he was waiting outside the door.

Before Chi Huan could react, the man stretched out his hand towards her, took the lever of her suitcase, took off the cigarette between his lips with the other hand, and vomited a smoke ring, "Go." "

Then without looking at her, he turned and walked towards the elevator.

She immediately followed.

When entering the elevator, Chi Huan snatched the cigarette from his hand and threw it into the trash can standing beside the elevator.

Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes and looked at her unpredictably.

Seeing her for a while, she coughed dryly, and explained, "The elevator is a closed space. How much does your smoking affect me."

"Did you kill it just now?"

"what?"

He looked at her with a dull expression, "Are you not afraid that there is a flammable substance inside, but you just lighted it up, and then accidentally lighted the whole building?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She was a little bit ridiculous by what he said, thinking about it as if it was really possible, she leaned in at a loss and wanted to take a look.

With a ding sound, the elevator door opened.

Mo Shiqian's lips curled slightly, and the hand that did not push the suitcase reached out and took the woman's arm, and directly led her in.

Chi Huan was caught off guard, staggered and dragged in by him, and fell on his chest, and it took a while to stand firm.

The elevator doors are closed.

She raised her eyes to look at him, "Didn't you say that if there are flammable materials, they might be set alight?"

The man raised his hand and touched her head, only to laugh a little, as if her reaction made him very happy.

Chi Huan was even more inexplicable.

There was a car parked downstairs. When they walked over, the driver saw them from a distance and got out of the car, took the suitcase in Mo Shiqian's hand, put it in the trunk, and then opened the back seat for them. Door.

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The distance from Lancheng to Jiangcheng is not too far, and it took an hour and a half to fly there.

People who were waiting early greeted us as soon as we left the airport.

The leader was a middle-aged man, wearing a suit, with the smile Chi Huan was accustomed to to the upper-level leaders on his face, "Mr. Mo, should you and Miss Chi go back to the hotel first or just go for lunch? They are all ready. It's done."

Mo Shiqian lowered his head to look at the woman beside him, and said in a low voice, "Are you hungry?"

She looked up at him, pursed her lips and smiled, "Not too hungry."

He hummed, "Go to the hotel."

"Okay, please, President Mo, please, Miss Chi."

A six-star hotel in Jiangcheng.

Presidential Suite with Sea View...

Well, it's a suite.

The hotel waiter lifted the suitcases to the living room for them, and leaned against the sofa and said with a smile on the back, "You can call room service when you need it. If there is nothing else, I won't bother temporarily."

Chi Huan nodded, "Okay."

Soon, only two of them were left in the suite.

The sound of the waves sounded like far away and near, both noisy and isolated and quiet.

Chi Huan took off his high heels and happily ran to the French window, opened the curtains, and pushed the French window open again.

The salty sea breeze blew her face and blew her long hair.

Her hair is very long, very thick, not pure black, but very dark in color, and when blown by the wind, it seems that she is wrapped in scattered long hair from shoulders to waist.

The bottom of the body is a thin lady's nine-point trousers, very elegant.

Mo Shiqian picked up the hot tea prepared in advance on the coffee table according to his preferences, and through the overflowing fragrance of tea, his dark black eyes looked at the woman lying on the railing unsuccessfully for a moment.

She has bare feet and a slender and petite figure. The sea breeze seems to make her very cheerful, like an elf.

Chi Huan felt the clear man's breath approaching him, his heart beat, and he turned around subconsciously.

It turned out that this action was like she had fallen into the arms of a man herself.

Although it was actually because the man's arms fell on the railings on both sides of her waist, she naturally circled her within this range.

She didn't look up, only the buttons on his shirt.

The deep voice seemed to affect the vibration of the chest, "Like this place?"

"Well...it's been a long time since I came out to relax."

Her waist and back leaned against the cold railing. I don't know why the air seemed to be thin, making her breathing hard, but she didn't reach out to push him.

This action is very ambiguous, no doubt.

But what made Chi Huan depressed was that he seemed to be very casual, didn't realize that he was trapped in his arms, he didn't talk, and he didn't have any next move.

What about the blowing?

After holding it back for a while, Chi Huan couldn't help it, and quietly looked up at him.

The first goal is the man's curved, firm and perfect jaw, then the thin lips, the straight bridge of the nose... and the closed eyes.

He is really blowing.

Chi Huan silently turned around, lying on the railing again with his hands, his chin resting on the back of his hand.

Mo Shiqian opened his eyes and looked down at the top of the woman in his arms.

After a while, his hand withdrew from the railing and landed on her waist, followed by his chin and buried her shoulders.

Chi Huan stiffened in his arms for an instant.

It's weird to say that they have done everything close to each other, but just a simple hug, but she feels that her heartbeat is very fast... the man's breath is faintly burning in her ears, Deep and dumb, and carelessly, "You and that Yin Chengfeng...didn't make peace, or did he agree with you?"

Her voice was very soft, but it stretched a little longer, "Um... he is not my boyfriend."

"What does it mean?"

She tilted her head, "Either or not, what's the point?"

"Oh?"

Chi Huan pursed her lips, "In the beginning, you overestimated your moral bottom line."

"So I picked up a man to pretend to be a boyfriend?"

"Just by the way."

He smiled lowly, and asked in a low voice, "At first, I overestimated my moral bottom line. What about now... you lowered your bottom line?"

Chi Huan pondered and said slowly, "It was your wife's lover who forced me... Maybe... She wants to divorce you too, you don't care about it, I'm the only one who is in dire straits.

He said lightly, "Are you not afraid of sticking to me now that I can't shake it off?"

"Not afraid."

Mo Shiqian rolled over her wrist, exposing the wounded wrist above, "Die once, look away?"

She curled her lips and said in dissatisfaction, "You think I want to die, but I never said... I haven't blamed you for yelling in the middle of the night and causing multiple scars on my hands. The doctor said the cut was too deep. It won’t disappear naturally. Do you know how troublesome it will be to film?

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