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

Although reporters have guessed that a temporary press conference will be held on the day of the wedding, and most of it is to cancel the wedding, but when Chi Huan said it personally, the following exploded.

"Ms. Chi, it was revealed that Mo Shao had a third party some time ago. Did you cancel the wedding because of this?"

"Miss Chi, can you say a few more words?"

"Miss Chi..."

"..."

There was a lot of questioning, but Chi Huan had left without looking back. A reporter wanted to ask questions but was stopped by security.

Mo Xigu watched Chi Huan walk towards the cross, watched her finish her words, and then watched her walk back towards this side, but she just passed by his side without looking at him.

There was a little coldness on the delicate makeup face, but there was no other emotion.

Like a stranger.

Only when he passed by Mo Shiqian, he whispered lazily, "Go home."

The man hummed and followed behind her.

Mo Xiegu watched her walking away with high heels. Before it completely disappeared from sight, he still couldn't hold back, and stepped on his long legs to catch up.

He didn't know what he could say to catch up, or there was actually nothing to say. She said that in front of reporters, which meant breaking up in the most peaceful way, minimizing the possible harm to everyone.

Perhaps he had maliciously speculated on her, so he seemed particularly guilty at the moment.

Because of her sudden and grand appearance, she used the most understatement, as if she slapped the mocking slap on his face, and then left with contempt.

He didn't catch up with her until he reached the exit stairs in the other direction, grabbed her wrist, and whispered, "Chi Huan."

Chi Huan paused and looked back at him, "Is there anything else?"

Mo Xigu looked at her delicate and plain face, her thin lips moved, opened her mouth, and said, "I'm sorry," his voice was very low, especially dumb, "and, thank you for saying that."

"If I'm sorry, you should be sorry to me, but it's obviously useless," Chi Huan looked at his solemn handsome face and smiled with red lips. "As for thank you, that's not necessary, because I am not In order to save you face, or can't bear to watch Su Yabing being spurned by thousands of people, I said that. I am not so kind."

Mo Xiegu looked at her, her Adam's apple rolling, and her voice was even lower, "Really."

Mo Xigu was not the only one who chased Chi Huan. Chi Huan's father who came to attend the wedding and Sister Yao who rushed over to worry that she was making things worse were chased.

In addition, there is a woman about forty years old who got off the car from this entrance and climbed up the stairs. She was dressed in a decent dress with big-name clothes and meticulously curled hair. She slowed down her steps on thin high heels. Walk towards them.

But Chi Huan turned her back, so she didn't see it.

She tilted her head, her delicate and delicate face was a faint smile, "Do you know why I want to marry you?"

Mo Xigu was taken aback, looked down at her, and his heart was filled with unspeakable complexity.

"I knew you when you were with Su Yabing. At that time, I was still in high school. One time when you and You Ran went shopping at T, I accidentally met someone in the piano room to confess to you..."

Mo Xigu looked at her blankly, and whispered, "You said..."

Chi Huan nodded, "Yes, it is the daughter of the Cheng family who pretends to be friends with Su Yabing in order to get close to you. She looks better than your girlfriend in all aspects. She is bold and hot and has a prominent identity. She keeps seducing you. Cheng Su, who even used the temptation of wet body but failed."

Mo Xigu looked at her with a faint smile on her face, "At that time, I didn't know you."

Chi Huan only appeared in his life after Su Yabing went abroad.

"Of course, you had a girlfriend at the time and loved her very much. I naturally wouldn't come out. I just think that a man who can resist temptation is commendable, because I have seen—" The curvature of her red lips seemed to be deeper, but she laughed The meaning is clearer and lighter. "If you cheat, you will cheat. It is not good to find a woman who cheats. You must find the girlfriend of the person next to the pillow, for fear of disgusting."

The complexion of someone present has changed dramatically.

Mo Xigu looked at her, "Just...because of this?"

"Yes, no matter how strong the feelings in this world are, they can turn into a sharp knife and pierce your heart. So I want to find a man who will not easily betrayed because of temptation."

The color of her eyes seemed to fade, and her voice was mixed with wind, "But then I thought, I was wrong from the beginning. You rejected Cheng Su, not because you can resist temptation, but because it looks like in my eyes. The woman who is so superior to your girlfriend does not constitute a temptation to you, probably Su Yabing is the temptation to stop."

Chi Huan took his hand out of his palm and said quietly, "You can love her, but you should not lie to me, Xigu, I am very disappointed in you."

I am very disappointed in you.

This sentence was too light, but Mo Xiegu looked at her delicate and plain eyebrows, and a stormy sea had already set off on her chest, as if this was the heaviest thing Chi Huan could say to him.

Sister Yao covered her mouth and whispered in surprise, "Chi Huan...Your view of feelings is too distorted."

Chi Huan turned to look, and hooked her lips needlessly, "Maybe it is, so it became like this."

When he looked back, he inadvertently passed the middle-aged man who was not far behind Sister Yao, and turned around without any pause, but once again saw the middle-aged woman who was looking at her across several steps.

He straightened his back, and none of his hair was messy. The hair was well maintained, and his temperament was cold, with the obvious smell of a strong woman in a shopping mall.

The eyes were facing each other, and the wind of early winter passed by with a chill.

Chi Huan's face turned into her most indifferent temperature today, and she stopped taking another look, "Let's go."

After all, the high heels stepped down step by step, without squinting, and the indifference all over the body went out.

Mo Shiqian opened the door of the co-pilot for her, stared at her face deeply, and said nothing.

Chi Huan bent over and got into the car without looking at anyone.

The white Ferrari left in the sight of a group of people, and everyone's eyes were indescribably complicated.

Chi Huan lowered his head and sat curled up in the co-pilot.

The man drove very quietly without saying a word.

Until the phone in her bag vibrated.

She stretched out her hand and took it out, then took a casual glance, "Sister Yao."

"Huan'er, don't go home now. The reporters are stuck in your house. Now more paparazzi have passed."

Chi Huan twisted her eyebrows, "Okay, I see."

"What are your plans? Do you want to avoid it first?"

"No, I have a place to go."

"Call me if you have something."

"Thank Sister Yao."

After hanging up the phone, Chi Huan looked sideways at the man driving, "Can't go home."

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