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

She couldn't read the book anymore, lying on the bed tossing over and over, her mind was complicated and entangled, and she couldn't fall asleep for a long time. It was not until late at night that she put on a quilt and fell asleep in a daze.

Mo Shiqian simply calculated the time difference and called her at 8 o'clock in the morning in Lancheng.

The phone was muted, lit by the pillow, and the woman was still asleep.

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, Paris time, he was sitting in a cold office with his fingers between his eyebrows. He looked down at the phone that was automatically hung up. He didn't know if she was awake or unwilling to answer his call.

In the end, he slowly knitted a text message and sent it.

As soon as the phone was put down, the office door was knocked.

"Come in."

The one who opened the door was Song Shu. She wore a simple and capable professional attire. She was a bit less aura than Wen Yi, and more exposed and soft. "President, Kangding said you are looking for me."

"Well," the man didn't lift his head. He picked up the already prepared document from the side and handed it over, with a low and pleasant voice, "You will handle this all by yourself."

Song Shu glanced at him, stretched out his hand to take it, lowered his head and quickly swept across, and then the beautiful face appeared in amazement, and subconsciously asked, "You divorced your wife?"

"Ok."

Song Shu opened her mouth. Because of her professionalism, she didn't show too much shock, but the turbulence in her heart didn't go away for a long time. She is now the department manager of Clod-Summer's public relations department and announced the divorce. Let her handle it.

She asked tentatively, "Madam...this time... it seems that you haven't come back with you?"

Mo Shiqian looked up at her and said faintly, "Any other things?"

Song Shu naturally understood what he meant. He pinched the document with his fingers, bowed his head and said, "The president, I will go out first."

He didn't reply again, his eyes fell back to the laptop screen.

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After Chi Huan got up, he naturally saw his missed calls and text messages——

[Huanhuan, wake up and call me back. 】

Back to back, don't you know how long to call again?

She threw the phone on the bed, got out of bed to wash, and just saw the phone on the bed lit up when she tied her hair. She pursed her lips, and finally walked over and picked up the phone.

The caller ID was indeed Mo Shiqian.

She pursed her lips, and finally took it.

"get up?"

"Ok."

The man chuckled, "Why don't you call me back?"

She said quietly, "I'm fine looking for you again."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"No."

"Then you go to eat first, and then call me after eating. If you don't call, I will call you back in an hour."

Chi Huan, "..."

She pinched the phone.

What the man really said made people angry.

It was too late. She turned over the inventory she bought the day before. It was too late to cook porridge or something at this time. She made a simple sandwich, made a cup of hot milk, and felt her stomach cushion, thinking about it at noon. Cook and eat in the apartment.

An hour later, Mo Shiqian's call arrived as scheduled.

She didn't want to pick it up a bit, but thinking about him now in Paris, he picked it up again, sitting in the large revolving chair in the study, looking at the bright roses on the desk.

She said lightly, "You have something you want to tell me."

He said in a low voice, "I received a temporary message yesterday. I wanted to call you on the way to the airport, but someone was always reporting to me... you called you and you hung up again."

Chi Huan sneered, "Is this to blame?"

"Blam me."

She took it for granted, but did not speak.

During these brief few seconds of silence, Chi Huan heard a woman's voice faintly ringing on the other end of the phone, soft and comfortable, and clear and organized, "President, this is a statement. Please check it. If there is no problem, I will let you People send it out."

This voice...

After five years, how many people Chi Huan has come into contact with over the years, for someone like Song Shu who has not met or chatted a few times, he shouldn’t have remembered her voice, but when she said it, she I recognized it.

She heard Mo Shiqian mum indifferently, "Stop it, I'll watch it later."

"Ok."

After a few more seconds, it was probably Song Shu who left, and the man's indifferent tone became a little softer, "There are a lot of things here, and it will take a while to deal with--"

He paused, and Chi Huan was holding the phone tightly for no reason. She couldn't say anything. She also knew that there must be a lot of things waiting for him to deal with. Now Wen Yi has been sent to Jiangcheng by him. More.

Think about their feelings, they fell out after a good day, and the next day he returned to Paris.

It was supposed to be the time to eliminate the barriers and cultivate feelings, but to separate the two places, not in the same time zone, simply not in the same world.

After that, she listened to Mo Shiqian in a low voice on the other side, "If you don't take the script recently, come to Paris to accompany me. When the matter is over, I will accompany you to settle in Lancheng."

Chi Huan was stunned, and accurately said she was dumbfounded, "What?"

"Come and stay with me for a while."

Who asked this sentence, she asked the latter sentence.

Seeing that she was not talking, Mo Shiqian said in a bewildering tone again, "You should come here for a few days, travel or shopping, if you have another job, then go back, eh?"

Chi Huan became lazy again after returning to the top. When she was poor, she tried to make money from various announcements. Now she basically makes movies, acts as an endorsement, and occasionally picks up commercials, and basically doesn't touch others.

In the past, Tang Yueze used her as a cash cow to squeeze her, but now with Mo Shiqian's relationship, even if she has various willful big names, he has one eye closed.

Chi Huan didn't answer this question, but instead said something irrelevant, "Is that Song Shu who spoke just now?"

Mo Shiqian raised his eyebrows, "You can hear that too?"

"She is your secretary?"

The man didn't speak and laughed, still the kind of smile that sounded particularly pleasant.

Chi Huan laughed for a while, "I'm hanging up again."

His voice is low mellow, and there is a funny joke in the low mellow, "Jealous?"

She snorted coldly, "I have never eaten your wife's jealousy, I eat hers."

"Then you have a special question?"

"do you have any opinion?"

"No," the man replied in a low voice. "She is a department manager. She doesn't have many opportunities to directly contact me at work, and she has a stable boyfriend in recent years. You don't need to be jealous."

Chi Huan snorted slightly and ignored him.

"I have someone arrange the schedule for you, eh?"

She originally wanted to agree to settle down with her in Lancheng for that understatement. Although she never thought of letting him give up so much, even if Clod-Summer was not what he wanted at the beginning, his thoughts and thoughts have been practical over the years. of.

People must have feelings for what they have put in their efforts.

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