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

"child……"

Mentioned these two words, her heart was still crushed by bursts of dull pain. Humans are creatures that seek advantages and avoid harm. In these years, even Mo Shiqian rarely thinks about it, let alone the child, suddenly mentioning, The throat seemed to be suffocated.

Chi Huan bit her lip, and it took a long time to calm her breath, "The child's business is my fault, I couldn't keep him..."

The man popped two words between his teeth, "Keep it?"

"I really didn't know that I was pregnant... and I didn't really think about taking him off," she said slowly, as if every word was difficult, "At that time Lawrence forced me to break up with you... …Let me lie to you that I’m pregnant, and then make you think I aborted the baby...I don’t want to do this, and then check out the pregnancy...I always thought it was his hands and feet, so I kept talking You said, I am not pregnant."

She lowered her head, and under the warm and dim light, under her slowly pondering voice, the woman in this picture seemed to drip big tears at any time, falling on the back of her hand holding his clothes. on.

In fact, when Mo Shiqian looked down at her, he always thought that tears would fall.

That should be more appropriate.

But never.

There was no drop of water, and her voice never choked.

Mo Shiqian said, "Five years ago, you told me the same way."

[No... I didn't want to take away the child, I don't know... I really don't know we have a child... I'm sorry. 】

"Mrs. Mo asked the servant to give abortion pills in the breakfast. I only knew when I had abdominal pain... I was really pregnant. Lawrence called me the money afterwards... I never asked for it, and didn't know it beforehand."

Outside is the sound of waves that never seem to stop.

The room was silent without the sound of breathing.

Chi Huan let go and said one last sentence, "I can't make you believe it. It's your choice whether you believe it or not."

"Chi Huan, you should know that no one can prove what you said."

Lawrence is dead.

Mrs. Mo... telling Mo Shiqian what was the consequence of the drug shedding on his child was an obvious opinion, and she would never admit it.

As for other people...such as Mo Xiegu, there is neither participation, but also emotional tendencies and factors, so there is no decisive persuasive power—if any iron and physical evidence is required.

Besides, it has been five years.

"Yes, I probably can't prove it."

In fact, if she really has to prove it, it's not really impossible, such as Mu Xi...

Although she had deleted the video a long time ago and Lawrence would not stay there, she knew most of the things that Mu Xi had experienced, but such a confrontation was meaningless.

"Why didn't you say it at the beginning? You didn't mean to say it when I was leaving."

She twitched her lips, "You are already married, it's boring to say this."

"Interesting now?"

Chi Huan was silent for a while and said, "Tangtang let me fight for it."

Mo Shiqian's eyes were dark enough to drip ink, the line of his jaw was tight, his breathing was heavy, and the air pressure in the entire living room was sinking by him.

The doorbell rang at the right time, interrupting the deadly stalemate.

Mo Shiqian glanced at her exposed shoulders and large areas of skin on her chest. The areas that could not be exposed were not exposed, but the ups and downs under the collarbone were faintly revealed.

He reached out to pick up the shawl she had fallen on the sofa and took it back to her, then raised her foot without saying a word to open the door.

Outside the door is the hotel waiter, "Mr. Mo, your new dinner."

The man said indifferently, "Well, change the one on the table."

The waiter pushed the dining car in, swiftly and skillfully replaced the cold meals, and replaced them with a freshly made table, exactly the same as a sumptuous dinner.

"Two people, please use it slowly."

After the waiter went out, Mo Shiqian stood there across a coffee table, copied his hand into the pocket of his trousers, "Go eat."

Chi Huan looked up at him, "Aren't you going to say something?"

"Say what?"

She frowned. "Whatever."

He said faintly, "Didn't you say it yourself, is there still time?"

Chi Huan looked at him for a while, raised his hand to close the shawl on his shoulder, and got up and walked into the dining room.

Just after taking a seat, I found that the man sat down opposite her.

She picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of steak and fed it into her mouth. When she chewed slowly, she found that he was staring at her under the light for a moment. This unexpected discovery made her almost choked and coughed for a while. Slow down.

Mo Shiqian just frowned and looked at her.

Chi Huan took a sip of the red wine, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit weird, and then asked the question that had been asked before but had not been answered, "Have you eaten?"

"No."

"..."

She said, "You can eat together."

His tone was ordinary, "I only ordered one person."

Chi Huan, "..."

She didn't quite understand his brain circuit. Since she didn't eat it, why didn't she order one more but the same one?

"Then you can send someone another copy."

"I will not eat."

Chi Huan, "..."

If you don’t eat, why do you follow her to the restaurant and stare at her to eat?

It's nothing after changing the usual. After what happened just now, didn't he find it awkward to get along like this?

Chi Huan really didn't understand his intentions and couldn't figure out his thoughts. He lowered his head and glanced at the food on the table, then put down his knife and fork, and picked a copy of what he usually likes to eat. In front of him, "Then you can eat with me, I can't eat so much, and it's very late now. Eating too much is bad for the stomach."

Mo Shiqian glanced at the foie gras picked out by her, hummed, and accepted her proposal.

It is said that it is for one person, but in fact, one person can't finish it at all, and the tableware is also spare.

During the whole meal, Chi Huan basically didn't raise his head, lowered his head and ate quietly, eating very slowly, not eating much, and no communication during the whole process.

Men usually eat fast, but this time I don’t know who is faster than usual or who slowed down specially. After Chi Huan finished his meal, the men were still eating gracefully and slowly.

"I went back to my room to sleep."

Mo Shiqian didn't raise his head, and said quietly, "It's easy to accumulate food when you sleep, which is bad for your health."

"Then I'll go to the balcony to blow the hair and stop for a while."

"Ok."

Chi Huan stood up, the slippers on her feet were very light, and there was almost no movement when she left the dining table and chairs.

When the sound of her footsteps disappeared, the man in the restaurant stopped eating. A few seconds later, he put down the knife and fork in his hand, raised his hand to pour a glass of red wine, and held the tall glass to his lips. side.

He closed his eyes, the mellow wine flowed through his throat, and the appearance of her on the sofa appeared in his mind.

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