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

Mo Shiqian didn't say a word, with one hand in his trouser pocket, his deep black eyes looked at her as happy as a little girl, and he always followed her at a distance of half a meter.

He squinted lazily, "Is this place so you like?"

She hasn't been anywhere, is she the same as a little girl who came to the beach for the first time.

Chi Huan smiled at him sideways, her eyes curled up, "I like it."

She didn't particularly like this place either. She had been to Jiangcheng, and she had been to a lot of beaches, but she never felt the way she is now.

I feel the wind is very comfortable, everything is very comfortable.

Mo Shiqian looked at her and did not say anything for a long time.

Why do you like this woman? During the five years in Paris, he would think about this question for more than one thousand and nearly two thousand days and nights.

This is a boring question, and there is no answer.

He came to this conclusion a long time later, and then stopped thinking about it.

She suddenly said, interrupting his thoughts, "Mo Shiqian."

"Ok?"

Chi Huan pointed at the small island not far away, "Is that island a scenic spot?"

"No."

"Isn't it... looks pretty."

Mo Shiqian said lightly, "It's just a fishing village."

"Ah...Is there still fishing now?"

He laughed, "Of course."

"I haven't played on the island yet."

The man stared at her, "Phuket, Bali, Madai, these are not islands?"

Chi Huan, "..."

"Anyway, you are fine in the afternoon. Go and get a yacht. Let's go up and have a look. I haven't seen a modern fishing village."

He rejected her lightly, "Don't go."

"why?"

"I don't like poor places."

"..."

She pursed her lips slightly, "You are so boring."

He sneered, "It's interesting to be obedient to you?"

"How can you be obedient to me?"

"You don't like to have lunch with a table of people, you want the sea breeze, you want to eat seafood, you want to take a walk on the sofa..."

Chi Huan, "..."

Just this... also called Baiyibaishun?

Didn't he say not to talk to those people, didn't he ask her what she likes to eat?

She curled her mouth and continued to play in the waves on the beach without paying much attention.

It's not a lot of fun, but it's been a long time since I had such a happy life.

"Mo Shiqian."

"What?"

Holding her high heels, she walked on his right hand side, and walked backwards, "Have you been in Paris?"

How are you?

Mo Shiqian's original face was gentle and idle, but he was a little bit indifferent, and even a deep breath gathered in his deep eyes, although there was no obvious change in the expression on his face.

But his aura has been subtly different.

The man's thin lips were pursed in a cold and non-smiling arc, staring at her, "Do you think I should be doing well--or not?"

Chi Huan looked at his handsome face and said softly, "I don't know."

do not know?

Mo Shiqian's leather shoes stepped into the soft sand, without leaving another footprint.

The woman who walked backward did not know when to stop.

Strands of broken hair floated in the sea breeze.

His eyes are as dark as azure ink, and his voice is long and cold, and it is a cold mockery, "You stand in front of me and ask this sentence because you think I have never forgotten you all these years, so Should I have a bad life, or think I have had a good time...so what happened back then should be written off as if it never happened?"

Chi Huan looked at him blankly.

She couldn't even remember what she was thinking when she asked this sentence.

Mo Shiqian looked at her static face against the sea breeze, and an emotion that he hadn't experienced in a long time surged in his heart.

He originally thought he would never have it again.

She did not express anything at the beginning, let alone a half-word explanation. At first, he forced her to pester her. In addition to escape, she could not escape the compromise, and finally expressed her determination by self-mutilation and suicide.

Well, he fulfilled her determination.

Later, her hand injury did not heal, and he kept dragging her and did not leave Lancheng.

This woman is probably nothing without him.

After he left, she recovered from the injury for a period of time, continued to work, continued to live, and lived happily, as if he had never appeared before... To be precise, he finally disappeared in her life, which is really good But something is up.

He was slashed by the knife in the middle of the night that hadn't hesitated, and had a nightmare for nearly a week, and the dream was filled with her blood and cold disgusting smile.

So that he didn't dare to get close to her again.

That's it, he told himself.

What exactly did he want to do when he came back... even he didn't know, maybe he wanted to see how this woman was doing, maybe, as he said, he couldn't understand the beauty of her life.

Maybe...hidden some thoughts that he didn't even want to notice.

But he felt that he had never seen her through.

He raped her, she was so disgusting that she wanted to self-harm, but she still bought him clothes, medicines, and even cooking for him.

He thought, forget it. He lost once five years ago, and once again five years later, but it was just repeating the same mistake... A Jin Sihan asked her to come to the door.

Again and again, does this woman know that he can't refuse the temptation from her at all--

That's why he always hooked him intentionally or unintentionally? ? He said that when he came to Jiangcheng, she followed obediently...

How could she not know what would happen when a lone man and a widow traveled out, or did she really want to climb on his bed for those photos that no longer exist?

Why bother to break up five years ago.

Why did you knife yourself before?

He moved his mind several times to thoroughly investigate her history over the past few years, especially when she said that she had been badly blocked, and when she said that the surname Yin was not her boyfriend...

The phone was almost dialed out.

But this thin warmth is like a mirror image, once the weight of reality is reduced, it will immediately be fragmented.

They turned their faces twice, once dead an unborn child, and once half-life.

Either blood or tragic.

It was her who hurt, but he who was afraid.

Think of it as a dream, just as a dream come true.

Chi Huan looked at his coldly mocking face and opened his mouth to speak. He had already turned around.

The man’s cold and indifferent voice made the warm sea breeze bleak for a few minutes, “This beach is very long, enough for you to walk for an afternoon, you can take a stroll.”

After all, the tall and straight figure left without hesitation.

She looked at his back, her throat seemed to be blocked.

I tried to catch up with my feet several times, and walked forward several times, stopping, then stopping again, but finally held back.

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