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

Chi Huan couldn't tell how it felt.

Although Little Mango is the child of him and other women, she can't love and love her heartily, but she won't jump for joy or cheer because of this indifferent reaction.

Just a little at a loss.

Mo Shiqian took her and sat down on the sofa not far behind.

Chi Huan pursed his lips and lowered his eyebrows, looking down as if thinking, without making a sound.

Xia Dong’s emotions barely calmed down until then, and he sat back on the sofa again, his eyes muddy due to his age still shooting cold sharp light, "Simon, you are with Tangtang for the woman next to you. Divorced, threw her daughter to but she didn’t pay half of the money. Tangtang is weak in temper, so you insult her to this point?"

The handsome and indifferent man took the hand of the woman next to him, playing with her white and tender fingers, one by one, with a light and indifferent smile across his lips, in a loose tone, "Tangtang is weak? Xia Dong, she If you don't take a penny, you know what you want, but you never get a half-cent from Clod and Summer. How can you still think that she is weak-tempered."

Xia Dong's eyebrows shook again, and the folds between his eyebrows gathered into a mountain and turned into a hostile atmosphere.

Xia Tangtang has returned with Chi Huan's mobile phone.

She was pale and in a daze. She walked straight to Mo Shiqian and forgot to return the phone to Chi Huan. She held her hand tightly so that her joints were all white, her pale lips pressed tightly. "Simon... Let's talk about it alone..."

Before Mo Shiqian and Chi Huan could give any response, Xia Dong already roared out angrily, "Talk alone, Xia Tangtang, in this room, who is more worthy of your trust than my father? The man in front of you who held Xiaosan's hand when his daughter was kidnapped and refused to let go, or the man who you were going to marry back then, but now you have **** your daughter?"

When the roar stopped, Xia Tangtang's eyebrows remained motionless, still looking at Mo Shiqian, "Simon..."

The man looked up at her, "What did he say?"

Her lips are white, "He is coming over."

"Bring a little mango?"

She has a weak breath, "I didn't say."

After a long silence, Mo Shiqian said lightly, "He wants to come, then wait."

"but……"

"I know."

Xia Tangtang looked at him for a while, but finally said nothing.

…………

Half an hour later, the feminine and handsome man appeared as scheduled.

He was wearing a pair of black casual trousers, a white shirt on the upper body, thin and tall, with a smile on his face.

This is the second time Chi Huan has seen him since the man kidnapped her last time. Compared with the dim light of the setting sun, he was standing in the bright white light of the living room.

Dressed in black and white, there is a kind of extreme cleanliness, but the temperament is strange.

Half demon and half handsome, careless.

He really dared to come, and single-handedly.

Chi Huan found that she couldn't predict the man's half thoughts at all.

Xia Tangtang was very flustered, even if she tried her best to suppress it, but the more she suppressed it, the more obvious it became. Chi Huan discovered from the panic that leaked that her original gentleness was just a soft calmness.

When the man entered the door, she couldn't wait to get up, walked towards him quickly regardless of the occasion, and grabbed his arm, "Where is the little mango?"

Jin Sihan stared, the temperatureless gaze fell on the red and swollen half of her face, stroked it with her slender and cocooned fingers, smiled, and whispered softly, "Who are you...who fanned like this?"

Xia Tangtang just asked repeatedly, "Where is the little mango?"

He looked down at her and smiled slightly, "Tangtang, I want to ask you something."

"I……"

He lifted her face and glanced at the faint finger marks, "This finger looks like a man hitting it with strength..."

Jin Sihan's eyes fell on Mo Shiqian, he glanced at his face, and passed his finger movements with Chi Huan, his eyes finally fell on Xia Lao, his thin lips raised a certain arc. .

He retracted his hand and slowly smiled, "What did you do to make Uncle Xia so angry?"

Xia Tangtang looked at him, with long black hair, and his face was particularly bloodless.

She was scared and wrote in her eyes.

Jin Sihan's smiling eyes looked at the fear, and then the smile deepened, until Mo Shiqian faintly said, "Since Jin Er Shao is here, come and sit."

He passed Xia Tangtang, walked over to a single sofa, and just sat down.

Xia Tangtang followed him closely.

Chi Huan had never seen such a kidnapper.

Of course, she has never seen such a kidnapped family member.

Even in the same room like this, talking face to face, there is no atmosphere of rattling arrows.

Demi was the first to attack, with an impatient face of anger, "Jin Sihan, where did you get the little mango? What do you want?"

Jin Sihan's long legs were folded randomly, one hand was pinching his eyebrows, and the other was spreading out. There was laughter from his throat, slowly and systematically, "I also just want to know who lost it. The little girl with blood on her leg was in front of my door, crying and noisy, annoying me all day."

There is always a smile on his face, no matter what he talks about or what he doesn't say.

That smile is sometimes frivolous, sometimes enchanting, and sometimes gentle, but no matter which one it is, it can't dilute the sordid temperament of him.

Demi's eyebrows jumped, and she said angrily, "What nonsense..."

But she didn’t finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Mo Shiqian calmly. His tone did not change, he could not hear the ups and downs of his emotions, or even his emotions, “Since it’s picked up, it’s noisy. Why didn't Jin Erhao bring it here together?"

Jin Sihan smiled softly and softly. "The words of President Mo are very interesting. Everyone who knows me Jin Sihan knows that I am not a good thing. If it is a child of another family, it will be fine. This child’s mother stuck a knife in my heart when she slapped me, but she hasn’t gotten over now. Her grandfather has made a credit for the five years that I have lost, which I can’t ignore but can’t forget..."

He paused briefly, his smile remained unchanged, his tone was relaxed, and his tone of voice was slow and exhausted. "It is true that President Mo is a bit innocent, but when I think of the woman I have been thinking about every minute and every second in the past five years. You sleep, I always think it's not a big taste..."

Not to mention Xia Tangtang's face is ugly, the hand beside her clenched into a fist.

Even Chi Huan couldn't help turning his face away, wanting to withdraw his hand.

Some things don't mention it, as if they don't exist.

But once you get hit hard, you can't help but think about it.

The man looked down at her, his hands tightened.

Chi Huan bit her lip, her sustained strength increased a bit.

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