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

Few people in this city know the identities of these two masters, but he is unfortunately one of them.

There is a faint gloom on Mo Shiqian's handsome face, his eyes drooping slightly, "I will call you again if I have something to do, Doctor Fang, I will trouble you today."

"Okay, Miss Chi's body will be fine after two days of recuperation. Don't worry too much."

After that, he got up and left.

The huge apartment is as clean as it seems unpopular.

Mo Shiqian raised his eyes and glanced at the man who was swallowing the mist, and said lightly, "You can also go."

President Feng pointed to the burning cigarette, "If I remember correctly, according to the original schedule, you will discuss cooperation with the boss named Cui at noon today."

"You are not idle, you go."

Feng Xing narrowed a pair of peachy eyes and sneered, "Did you work for you as Laozi?"

"Then push it, I'm not free."

The cigarette **** pointed to the bedroom door, "Don't tell me just to take care of the woman inside."

Mo Shiqian looked at him, calmly, "I haven't asked you what messy medicine you bought."

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He flicked the soot in one hand, and pinched his eyebrows in the other, "Just find a servant to come over, you have to watch it yourself? Isn't it just getting into bed, and doesn't you really like her so much, so baby?"

Mo Shiqian is different from Fengxing. He rarely smokes, but at the moment he is also a little upset. He took a cigarette out of the cigarette case placed on the coffee table and took the lighter that was handed to him. ignite.

After taking a sip to speak, her tone was light, "I strengthened her last night. She didn't know how wronged she was. Taking a drug and causing her to suffer such a sin, she hates and resents me now."

Feng Xing cursed.

After finally waiting for Chi Huan to get married, he didn't need to be that **** bodyguard to regain his freedom. As a result, he upgraded from her bodyguard to her man in seconds.

The man should be a man, he has been looking at Liang Manyue for a long time anyway.

but……

He squinted, "I said you, do you treat it a little differently?"

Mo Shiqian raised his eyelids, and the fuzzy smoke made his eyebrows not look as clear as usual, but rather a bit deep and sexy, "What's the difference?"

Feng Xing chuckled softly, "Chi Huan and Liang Manyue, you used to neglect Liang Manyue for the job of a bodyguard. You love to work, but now you have a good list for Chi Huan. What is it that is not a different treatment?"

Mo Shiqian's expression remained unchanged, and he said faintly, "Because I don't look at Chi Huan for a day, she will have trouble at any time. I don't want to talk about this list, I am not short of this money."

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Mo Shiqian glanced at him with a gloomy look, and said pointlessly, "If you want to earn this money, you can talk about it. Anyway, you are idle all day."

"It's amazing that you have offered a woman now?"

"You can also offer one, can you?"

Fengxing kicked him angrily and left.

…………

Chi Huan is sick.

She had been in the rain for almost an hour in front of the villa last night. Although she came back to take a shower, washed her hair and changed clothes, she had already caught the cold, and she had been tossed by Mo Shiqian’s beasts and did not rest for most of the night. In the morning, the drug allergy was worse.

She fell ill and couldn't get up from the bed anymore, and the whole person was chaotic.

He didn't have the appetite to eat, and didn't want to move, so he was forcibly dug up by the man.

Chi Huan was angry and wronged, and yelled at the man, "I said I have no appetite, don't want to eat, don't eat."

Before Mo Shiqian spoke, her own tears fell first.

He said in a low voice, "The doctor said you are weak and must be supplemented with nutrients."? "Can't eat."

"I made porridge, specially for appetizer, and drank a small bowl."

"I don't like porridge."

"Then what do you want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat anything."

The man took a spoonful of porridge and fed it to her mouth. The voice was very low and seemed to be very gentle, but inexplicably he showed a strong incapable beak, "Open your mouth."

"I don't drink."

She vomited in her chest. She didn't know if it was with Mo Xiegu, or the man in front of her, or herself, or the people she didn't want to see, which made her feel frustrated, especially physically uncomfortable.

Mo Shiqian held a spoon in his hand, and stood in a stalemate with her for a while, and then calmly said after a minute, "If you don't want to drink it yourself, I have to choose to pour it with you or feed it myself... Which one do you prefer?

The physical torture broke Chi Huan's last line of defense against Mo Xigu. She was very fragile and wanted to comfort her with a soft voice.

But this man has a tough attitude when he drinks porridge.

She choked up, "I really can't drink."

He stared at her with dim tears, an aggrieved and aggrieved look, and said lightly, "If you can't drink, you have to drink."

Chi Huan was about to lie back, but the man buckled his waist.

The next second, the thin lips came up.

Her eyes widened suddenly, she tried to push him, but she was weak and weak, and she almost fell into his arms.

Then she was kissed firmly.

The man left her lips until she was deoxygenated and fainted.

Chi Huan's cheeks were flushed, and he was furious. He almost slapped him, but he didn't have the strength to raise his hand.

She began to feel that this man was not what she expected.

She had never thought that this man would listen to her more. Of course, if he really was a man who was completely obedient to women, she would not look down upon him, but it did not mean that she allowed him to do whatever he wanted with her.

Chi Huan's chest rises and falls, and his heart aches with anger. He may not blink his eyes when he wants to scold and feel that he is scolded. In the end, he can only wipe her mouth naively to show her weak protest.

Mo Shiqian squeezed her chin, lifted it slightly, his breath thinned, and he sighed as if helplessly, his thin lips fell under her eyes like feathers, and kissed away her tears.

I don't know if the jujube given after the slap is particularly sweet, so the gentleness of the strong and rude is also more gentle.

Chi Huan was dizzy and listened to his inextricably low sigh in his ears, and his heart suddenly softened, causing palpitations for several seconds.

but……

After Mo Shiqian kissed her tears, he pressed his thin lips to her ears and said in a low voice, "Chi Huan,"

He called her by her name, no longer the eldest lady, dumb and sexy, "Don’t say it’s half of the poached egg that you have eaten. I haven't eaten anything, let alone just feeding porridge, what do you think?"

He didn't actually say any explicit words, but that sentence was an understatement... I didn't eat anything of yours last night.

Men are nasty, only the difference between Ming Sao and Men Sao.

Chi Huan watched him take another porridge, his black eyes staring at her, it was obvious.

She opened her mouth unwillingly, chewing symbolically silently.

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