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

Well……

The taste is surprisingly good and delicious.

With the high pressure of the man and the good taste of the porridge, Chi Huan did not make any more trouble, and drank a bowl of porridge obediently.

Mo Shiqian poured another glass of water for her, then tucked the quilt for her and left the bedroom quietly.

Chi Huan was sleepy and uncomfortable, and soon fell asleep in a daze.

In the living room, Chi Huan’s bag placed on the sofa kept shaking from the phone.

He didn't care.

Until he put his phone on the coffee table also began to vibrate.

He walked over, picked it up, and glanced at the name on it, his thin lips curled slightly, and his fingers slid to answer.

At that end is Mo Xigu's low-down name, "Mo Shiqian."

"Shao Mo, something?"

"Where is Chi Huan now?"

Mo Shiqian walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with long legs, inserted his trouser pocket with one hand, and looked down at the scene outside the window, "Is something wrong with her?"

Mo Xigu was silent for half a second, and he could feel that this man's attitude had undergone a subtle change. The reason was subtle because the change was enough for him to discover, but only enough for him to discover.

"She didn't return to the famous residence No. 10, nor did she return to Chi's house. Her agent and friends could not contact her," he said in a deep voice after a pause. "You drove her away. You should know her. where are you now."

where is it?

In his bed.

Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes, "She was caught in the rain last night, she may have a cold, and she is not feeling well now."

In the rain...

It really rained last night.

Mo Xigu sat in his home study, his fingers on the phone were slightly tightened, and the words of a woman suddenly rang in his ear—

【You can love her, but you should not lie to me, Xigu, I am very disappointed in you. 】

She really... knew what happened last night.

His throat tightened, and her voice became dumb. "Where is she now?"

Mo Shiqian smiled faintly, "Mo Shao, you always seem to care about people you shouldn't care about anymore."

The mockery in this remark was superficial but thick in meaning, and Mo Xi Gu's handsome face became gloomy, "Mo Shiqian."

"Mo Shao, instead of spending time caring about Chi Huan's affairs, you should settle the marriage between Su Yabing and Yang Hao, and the conflict between your mother and your girlfriend. That is the woman you choose."

Moxigu didn't speak, but he could hear his slightly rapid breathing.

Mo Shiqian lifted his thin lips, his voice was lowered by half, and he whispered methodically, "Even if you regret it, you can only take your regret back. Chi Huan likes you, but she just likes you, the reason why she insists on wanting Marry you, just because she thought you were a man who can resist temptation and will not deceive her..."

There was a slight low smile in that voice, like a casual mockery, "Now, you are no longer, and she won't look back, so...you better not try to save it."

The phone hangs up.

Mo Shiqian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the patter of rain outside the window.

Before he looked back, another call came in.

"Mr. Chi."

"Chi Huan is with you?"

"Yes."

"How is she?"

"I'm sick, not feeling well, sleeping."

"Where are you now?"

He raised his eyes, his tone unchanged, "In my apartment."

Chi An did not speak for several seconds, "What do you mean?"

"Just what you know."

"When did this happen?"

"This morning."

After a few seconds of silence, Chi An slowly said, "I remember when you first returned to the United States, I told you, I am optimistic about you, and asked if you would like to pursue my daughter, but you said you have a fiancee."

"It's not what it used to be."

"Well, Shi Qian, since I can rest assured that you protect her, then I can rest assured to give her to you, don't let me down."

"I will take care of her."

…………

Chi Huan slept all day and night in the chaos.

When it comes to eating and taking medicine, the man will dig up and take medicine.

At the beginning, she would still make tantrums with him, but it was useless after two times. She knew that she would only be tougher than her if she insisted on this man, and it was herself who did not cooperate and suffered.

So even if she was full of resentment every time she was dug up, she could only take medicine and eat.

The next day, Dr. Fang came over and gave her a day's IV drip. By the evening, her appetite improved.

But what made her angry was that Mo Shiqian did not allow her to eat in the bedroom and insisted on getting her to the dining room.

There was still no blood on her face, "I'm so tired, and I have no strength."

He lifted the quilt and stretched his arm to her, "I will hold you over."

Chi Huan didn't move, "The bed was comfortable and warm."

It is indeed cold, but the entire apartment has an adequate heating system, so you won’t feel cold even in pajamas.

The man said faintly, "Eating in the bedroom, there will be a smell of oily smoke."

Chi Huan, "..."

When she fell on the bed, the quilt suffocated her head, "Then I won't eat anymore, I can't eat it anyway, you forced me to eat it."

Mo Shiqian lifted the quilt and threw it aside without saying a word, and took the person on the bed directly into his arms, hugged him horizontally, and walked out, "After eating, take a shower and wash my hair."

"I have no clothes to wear."

The man said lightly, "It will be bad if you don't wash it anymore."

"Mo Shiqian, are you despising me?"

Chi Huan felt that she was a woman after all, and she was a small woman with little energy. You can force her to eat and take medicine, because no matter how much she makes trouble, she still knows how to say it is still good for her health.

But disgusted... She was really angry!

The man was calm, "Hair is also oily."

Chi Huan became even more irritated. She washed her hair the night she got wet, and she didn't wash it last night. How could it be oily?

I thought so, but I couldn't help reaching out and touching my hair.

Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes to watch her approaching unconscious movement, ignorant and confused, and so cute, that the curvature of his lips couldn't help but hook.

Chi Huan grimaced, "My hair is clean."

The man put her on the dining chair, "eat."

She snorted, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

In the past two days, although Mo Shiqian was forced to eat something, he only ate a little. It may be that his health improved a little and his appetite came back. Moreover, the food on the table was not only rich and well presented, but also brought stocks. It makes people feel hungry and fragrant.

I took a mouthful of the fish and tasted it. It was delicious. She couldn't help but ask, "Where did you buy your food? It tastes good."

The porridge I drank yesterday also tasted good.

It's much more delicious than the takeaway she ordered.

Mo Shiqian was holding the soup, and when he heard the words, he looked up at her and said lightly, "Looks like I bought it?"

Chi Huan bit his chopsticks, his eyes widened, "You didn't buy it, could it be... you made it yourself?"

Because she never cooks at home, she calls either takeaways or Chi's servants, so she never thought that these were made by Mo Shiqian.

The man didn't glance at her this time, "eat."

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