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

"You can do it, you know it."

Zhu Zhu was indeed a little worried at first, because she felt that Chi Huan had such a bit of energy, but fortunately she was not stubborn, otherwise she would really have a headache.

Turning to think about it again, she actually doesn't have to worry too much. People who are too persistent in this circle can actually find it difficult to climb the peak of fame and wealth. Chi Huan is neither indifferent nor just staring at fame and wealth, and is well balanced.

Chi Huan, who hung up Zhu Zhu's phone, heard the doorbell ring.

When she went to open the door, she guessed it was Mo Shiqian. As soon as the door opened, it turned out that a handsome man was standing outside.

He looked down at her, his eyes were clear and handsome, "Can you go in?"

Chi Huan smiled, "What if I say no?"

The man responded to her with practical actions. The long legs stepped out and landed on her side, holding something in one hand, and putting her in the other with his arm around her waist.

Entered the door, then closed it smoothly.

Chi Huan didn't care about what he had forcibly entered, but pulled his arm away and walked into the living room. He made a cup of tea for him in a hospitable manner, and placed it on the coffee table with the fragrance.

The man handed her what he had always held in his hand, staring at her white and delicate face with low eyes, and whispered, "Give it to you."

Two bright red roses, simply bunched.

The delicate petals also have transparent drops of water.

Chi Huan didn't answer, but raised her eyebrows and looked at him, tilting her head and smiling, "It's only been a long time, have you figured it out?"

The man said peacefully, "Don't think about it."

"Oh?"

He still stretched out his hand holding the rose, as if she kept holding it like this without picking him up, silent without any sign of shaking, "You go find a vase and put it in."

After all, Chi Huan reached out and took it.

She went straight back to the study room. There was an empty vase on the desk. She used to grow flowers. They were also roses. Two roses. After his waist injury came to her house, the vase became an empty vase that could only be used for display.

Mo Shiqian followed her into the study, leaning on the door frame and watching her profile and movements.

After Chi Huan made the flowers, she was hugged by the man.

"Huanhuan."

"Ok."

The man’s thin lips pressed against her ear, "I love you."

Chi Huan's long, curly hair fell down, covering half of her face.

She did not speak.

His voice became very dumb, "I was too bad to you."

The breath harassed her ears, which was really itchy. Hearing this, Chi Huan raised her face and asked with interest, "Which aspect are you talking about?"

He said faintly, "I never thought of hiding it from you."

Chi Huan's tone is lighter than his, "I know."

Mo Shiqian's voice lowered again, "I also tell you clearly that Little Mango is not my daughter, you will be happy."

She just looked at him like this, waiting for his next story.

The man's arms went around her waist on both sides and landed on the edge of the desk, trapping her in this small side of the world, "I don’t say, probably because you stay by my side and love me very much. ,I like this feeling."

It hasn't darkened at all, but the bustling lights of the city are already on.

Chi Huan looked at this handsome face, and it took a while to realize what he meant.

She didn't know if she should be angry or funny.

But the next second, she still raised her face and smiled.

"Ha...haha."

It was a laugh at hearing something particularly funny, but there was really no real smile.

Mo Shiqian tightened his arms and hugged her. He hugged her tighter and tighter, and pressed his thin lips, silently pressing his face against her delicate cheek, without speaking.

"You don't need to show your dark thoughts to me."

After being quiet, he spoke, with a little smile, very shallow, like an illusion, "Instead of letting you think that I don't love you, it's better to let you know that I am dark."

Chi Huan looked at him for a long time and laughed, "Mo Shiqian, your confidence in my love for you is really outrageous."

The man pecked at her clean face and whispered, "I can't give a reason, you want to break up."

Chi Huan wanted to look at him with a smile, "Do you think I am satisfied with your reason?"

He is so honest, honest enough.

He didn't tell her, not because he ignored her without worrying about her feelings, but because he knew clearly--

Just because he knew it, he said nothing.

He was married and had a wife, and he had a daughter, but she was still willing to be with him and even love him.

This fact made him feel that she loved him very much.

Chi Huan felt that this man was such a **** bastard.

She closed her eyes and lost her temper. She looked down at his hand holding her waist, and said calmly, "You let me go first."

When a woman is angry, the performance of not losing her temper is often more serious than her being angry.

Although no one had ever told Mo Shiqian about this, he still found out about it in Chi Huan.

His arm left her soft waist, but returned to the desk. She was still trapped in his arms, and his dark pupils stared at her closely, as if he could not miss any emotions on her face. The texture changes.

In fact, she broke out without losing her temper, even he didn't even notice it.

These thoughts were hidden under the subconscious, and he did not deliberately want to enjoy her "expression of love".

The matter between Xia Tangtang and Xiao Mango... He has already announced plans, but this marriage involves the interests of all parties, and it takes time to arrange it properly. In this stage of time, he unconsciously chose to "forget" and "ignore" ".

Chi Huan stretched out his hand to push him away and walked to the window.

Bastard.

This bastard.

They are all used to her.

He ate her to death.

She adjusted her breathing, watching his slender figure reflected on the glass at the bottom of the night, closed her eyes, and said faintly, "There is nothing else you can go back."

He walked behind her, "Yes."

Chi Huan ignored her.

"Zhang Yan's movie is not for you, you pushed it."

I dare to let her push the movie with confidence.

She couldn't die.

Chi Huan turned around and was about to speak, but before she could speak, the man had spoken warmly, "The director is good, and the movie is good. Although the **** part will cause criticism, the prospects are good."

She thought that the man had changed his temper and was going to persuade her with heartfelt words. The anger in her heart disappeared a lot, but she listened to him calmly, "Don’t make good movies because of your personal relationship with me. It's a pity to shoot."

The movie was originally cast by Clod and Summer, and he didn't need a word to shoot it. He frowned and shot it to death without any splashes.

Oh, why is it so annoying.

She twitched her lips, staring at him without a smile, and spit out a word, "Mo Shiqian, you get out of my house for me now."

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