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

She stepped on the ground with bare feet, her flimsy trousers and flowing chiffon were blown by the sea breeze, especially her slender figure, standing there, she seemed to be blown at any time. go.

People came and went, she didn't know how long she stood.

Her legs were really sore and tired, she walked aside, found a dry open space, just sat up casually, put her shoes and bag aside, bent one leg, chin resting on her knees, looking at the sea Trance.

She pulled out her mobile phone from her bag, opened the address book and pulled down. After a while, her finger paused on the word Fengxing.

Staring at the phone screen hesitantly, until the screen automatically goes dark.

She moved her finger, and she dialed the phone.

After about twenty seconds, Feng Xing's lazy voice rang in his ears, "Is something wrong with me?"

Chi Huan's legs were bent, the arm without the phone was wrapped around his knees, and his head tilted leaning on it, "Well... I want to ask you something."

"Say."

"You know... Me and Mo Shiqian are in Jiangcheng now?"

"know."

She raised her hand and scratched her hair, then licked her lips, "I just quarreled with him."

Feng Xing smiled softly on the other end, did not say anything, just stared at her and continued.

Chi Huan sighed softly and was submerged in the sea breeze, "I asked him...how has he been in Paris these years, and then he lost his temper. Have you...have you been doing well these years?"

"Not talking about it."

I thought Feng Xing would hesitate to answer her for a while, but he spoke quietly after hearing her words, lingering if there was a seemingly nonchalant smile, there was no special emotion, just ordinary chatting, "not so much. It’s not good, let’s just say...it’s just very busy. He didn’t close his eyes for three days and three nights when he was busiest. It’s also a common thing not to go home. The first two years were really not easy...it depends on how you define The good and the bad."

Chi Huan was silent for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Is that so, why is he angry?"

It seems that... it can't be said that it was bad, because she had had such days, and now, in retrospect, it was only a difficult period in her past life.

Feng Xing smiled and said nonchalantly, "When he gets angry, he will get angry. You can do what he does."

She muffled, "I don't want to fight with him."

"You don't want to fight with him, do you want to live with him forever?"

Chi Huan's whole body was stunned, and the fingers holding the phone slowly tightened, and his whole body was indescribably stiff.

She didn't speak for a long time.

Feng Xing's low and lazy voice continued, "I know you like him, and Shi Qian may not be unaware of it, but it is far from enough to just like it among you... He knows this, so you After the incident of cutting the veins last time, if you don't go to him, he will never look for you again."

Chi Huan bit her lip, not knowing how she felt for a while.

After a while, she closed her eyes, twitched her lips and uttered two words, "Really."

"Yes, how much do you love him, even if the past does not affect the present, but how can you give up most of your current life in order to be with him--"

Feng Xing smiled faintly, methodically, and with a cool color overflowing from being too calm, "He just thinks, doesn't need you to love him much, but your liking is far from being able to keep you real. If you stretch the distance, you can cut your veins and force you to die... Besides forgetting, what else can he do."

…………

With the mobile phone still aside, Chi Huan was lying on the soft sand, looking at the clear blue sky as if it had been washed.

She kept repeating the last sentence Feng Xing said before hanging up the phone--

[If you can't cut everything in Shelan City, you should get out as soon as possible, don't provoke him, and don't delay yourself. 】

Cut everything in Shelan City...

She really did not consider this issue.

Feng Xing was right. This was a very real problem that lay between them, but she couldn't even figure out what Mo Shiqian thought, how could she think about such a long time matter.

Even if Fengxing didn't say it, she knew vaguely that even if she was willing to put down everything in Lancheng and go to Paris with him... it would not be easy for him to marry her.

Besides...Does he want to marry her?

Chi Huan lay on the beach until the evening.

The endless stream of people changed from one wave to another, but it never decreased.

When the sunset was sinking on the horizon, Chi Huan still got up, patted the fine sand on his body, carrying high heels in one hand and the bag in the other, and began to walk slowly back in the direction he started. .

When he was about to step up the stairs, Chi Huan took out the tissues from his bag and patted the sand on his feet, then bent down and put on the shoes. The feet landed on the bottom step of the stairs. When raising his feet, he must go up. , The front sight was blocked by the man's tall figure.

She raised her head and looked up at Mo Shiqian standing above her.

He was already tall, let alone standing taller than her, his handsome face was covered by the last thin light of the setting sun, but the warm light could not melt the broken ice in his eyes.

Mo Shiqian looked at her faintly, putting one hand in his trouser pocket.

He didn't mean to talk too much, so he turned around and left three simple and indifferent words, "Go back to the hotel."

He left without waiting for her response.

Looking at his back, Chi Huan followed suit.

The car stopped on the side of the road, and as soon as Mo Shiqian and Chi Huan walked over, the bodyguard quickly opened the back seat door.

The handsome man looked down at her and said faintly, "They will take you back to the hotel, and someone will take you back to the room for dinner. You go back and take a shower and rest early after dinner."

Chi Huan asked in a daze, "How about you, won't you go back with me?"

The man’s deep eyes were clear and gloomy, and his voice was calm, "Well, I have something to deal with."

"You... didn't you have no arrangements today?"

"Temporary little things."

She lowered her head, "Oh."

"boarding."

Chi Huan looked at him for a while, but stooped into the car without saying a word.

Mo Shiqian raised his hand to close the car door himself, and took a few steps back with his long legs.

The black luxury car started and drove away slowly.

It wasn't until the car completely disappeared from the sight of the night that Mo Shiqian asked, "Is the yacht ready?"

"At the dock, you can go anytime."

"Ok."

"Mr. Mo...you suspect...but didn't that Miss Li say...that the one who looks like you is not...the grandson?"

Mo Shiqian pursed his lips and sneered, "If she says you believe it?"

"But if the eldest son is still alive... how can he stay in such a place forever?"

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