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

There are probably all the movies she has acted in here, some of which are even friendly guest appearances that don't even impress herself. She has been in the industry for more than ten years, the most recent, and the farthest.

After sitting at the end of the bed for a while, Chi Huan got up and went to the kitchen.

The man is cutting potatoes into shreds.

He is still wearing black trousers and a dark blue shirt. He is clear and cold, slender and focused, his fingers are clean and beautiful, and his movements are rhythmic and neat.

In fact, it’s no longer suitable for him to cook again in his present-day position. What's more, he is still wearing a formal suit, but he is standing in front of the Liulitai with his sleeves in his arms. The aura is both contradictory, but also exudes an indescribable kind. Charm.

Before Chi Huan walked behind the man, he noticed her approaching. He slowed down the rhythm of cutting vegetables and didn't look back. He smiled slowly, with a sultry voice, "It's because the movie is not good. Do you still miss me?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She walked over, stood by his side and watched him cut the potatoes skillfully, and said casually, "You didn't prepare those movies yourself?"

It seems that going to sea is a temporary decision, or... he had this arrangement long ago?

But he obviously ordered the bodyguard to prepare the yacht in the elevator of the hospital... Cooking was also decided temporarily when he was visiting the mall.

Mo Shiqian glanced sideways at her, pulled the corners of his lips and smiled, "Why, none of the movies they chose is your favorite?"

Chi Huan stared at his profile and pursed his lips, "I did it all."

The man's cutting of vegetables paused for a few seconds.

But it only took a few seconds for him to continue, his thin lips still smiling faintly, "Maybe they are trying to please you for me? Who knows that you would think that watching your own movie is too hot."

Chi Huan let out a cry, sighing with emotion, "That's it..."

He looked at her, "Otherwise, what do you think it is?"

"No, I went to the deck to blow the air. Call me when the food is ready."

"Ok."

This is just a small episode, if it weren't for the sudden reminder that Xia Tangtang had mentioned...that he had watched every movie of her and was a fan of her.

Mo Shiqian himself probably doesn't like watching movies very much...not to mention, as Feng Xing said, he has been very busy these years, so busy that he has no time to sleep, so how could he still have time to watch movies.

and……

She was lying on the railing, looking at the seaside city with her head sideways, and her emotions fell.

Thinking of Xia Tangtang, she thought of Little Mango...

She has been subconsciously neglecting existence during this period of time.

His daughter, his own flesh and blood.

When not together, the question of thinking is very realistic-whether he loves her or not, whether they have a future, they have no time at all, and have no energy to care about and consider the past.

There seems to be an extremely tacit understanding, a gentle strange distance between him and Xia Tangtang, because neither of them has the slightest possessiveness, no feelings, at least no love, but Little Mango——

Child, she will always cut through the constant fetters.

If you don't mind, it's impossible, but it's far away in Jiangcheng now, so those things seem very far away, but far away doesn't mean that they don't exist.

When Mo Shiqian made food to find someone, she was still lying there in a daze.

Her long hair was tied into a ball head, and only a few short pieces of hair were floating in the sea breeze.

He walked over, hugged her from behind, slammed her face down and stared at her unhappy expression, his eyes became secretive, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you hungry?"

She raised her face, her expression quickly faded away, as if it was just a man’s illusion, her tone was a bit resentful, "It's one o'clock in the afternoon now, are you hungry?"

The man lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, "You can eat."

She took the initiative to hold his hand, "Let's go then."

Mo Shiqian's eyes were dark, but there were no emotional waves or ups and downs on his face, so she let her pull herself in.

The dishes are very rich, except that the seafood is more local, Chi Huan is not annoying and usually eats not much, the other is basically what she likes.

Chi Huan scooped the soup, pursing his lips and asked, "Do you often cook in Paris...?"

"No."

"That..." She had been thinking about it, originally wanted to ask, but she swallowed it all.

Mo Shiqian kept staring at him. Seeing that she only said a word, he paused and lowered his head to drink the soup, and asked calmly, "Then what?"

After drinking the soup, she raised her head and smiled at him, "It's nothing, I just want to say that you haven't been cooking all these years, and your cooking doesn't seem to have regressed at all."

He chuckled, "It's better than you."

"It's better than me, so whenever there is a need to cook in the future, Mr. Mo will still be invited to show up-after all, those who can work harder."

The man looked at her funny.

After a while, a faint good word just fell.

She was stunned and raised her head to look at him, only to find that the man opposite was elegantly peeling the crab in his hand.

Okay.

…………

After a meal.

Jiangcheng was far away from them, so far away that they could no longer be seen. Only the extremely faint golden sunlight leaked from the clouds and fell straight on the endless blue sea.

Chi Huan asked Mo Shiqian to take a photo for her.

"It's a good shot. Although I heard that straight men's photography skills are scary, but my professional photographers have three hundred and sixty dead-end faces in my eyes. Shouldn't it be ugly?"

While muttering, she turned on the camera of her mobile phone and handed it to him.

The man glanced at him, "Use mine."

"Um... well then."

Mo Shiqian obviously doesn't have any photography skills. You can see it from his casual posture, but she is not going to post it on social platforms. She only wanted to keep a memorial on a whim, so she didn't say much.

A minute later, the man handed her the phone.

Chi Huan took it over with a smile.

then,"……"

excuseme?

Mo Shiqian saw her staring at the phone screen for a long time, and he was obviously not happy.

He lowered his eyes and said, "Isn't it pretty?"

She raised her head, not smiling, "Of course beautiful, how could I not be beautiful."

"You look unsatisfied."

"Should I be happy looking at this one-meter-four me?"

Mo Shiqian, "..."

"You are more than one meter four."

"Of course I am more than one meter four!"

The man didn't say a word under her angry eyes.

It's such an effect, blame him?

Chi Huan decisively deleted the disabled self.

On the contrary, Mo Shiqian, it is rare to see her puffed up lately, her heartstrings are plucked, as if being brushed across the tip of her heart by a light and soft feather, itchy. Without any hesitation, he stretched his hand around her waist and pressed her against the railing, then bowed his head and kissed it.

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