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

Song Shu finally changed her face. She looked at him for a while, but the man's handsome face could not catch anything except indifference, and the ups and downs in her chest went from rapid to smooth.

Finally, she forced herself to say in a calm tone, "President Mo, I really didn't know that Miss Chi is already your girlfriend."

If she knew... she would definitely not make such a stupid mistake.

Mo Shiqian raised his eyes, his lips pursed with a cold smile, "I remember, you seem to have a boyfriend?"

Song Shu was a little embarrassed by this look and this cold tone.

She does have a boyfriend, and she has a good relationship. It means stable, but not tepid. If nothing happens, she may enter the marriage peacefully at the right time or some opportunity.

She has a decent background and job, and she doesn’t bother to be a junior. When Mo Shiqian came back, she fought for it, but after he married Xia Tangtang, she never thought about it anymore, but after the man’s divorce, she was still helpless. There was some beautiful thoughts in the control.

Song Shu closed his eyes, then opened them, "President Mo, I can guarantee that I will never hurt your relationship with Miss Chi, and I will never do anything inappropriate like yesterday."

No matter how much I said, I only got the man’s calm words, "If you are not satisfied with the position change, you can submit a resignation letter."

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Chi Huan stayed in Paris for more than half a month. She originally planned to go to the Netherlands, Denmark, and Iceland after a few days in Paris, but Mo Shiqian was not allowed. She famously said that a girl is not safe.

She also had a temper, and in the end the man coaxed her to accompany her personally, and she was just giving up.

But no matter how long she stays, she still has to go back. This is completely different from if she chooses to live in Paris, because she has nothing to do except go shopping and have fun, eat and sleep with Mo Shiqian at night... .

This kind of short days is called relaxing vacation, and long days, it is called boring.

Regarding Chi Huan's return to Lancheng, Mo Shiqian dragged him apart from being unwilling.

Chi Huan: "I originally only planned to stay for three or four days, come over to play, come to see you by the way, and then travel to other places and return to Lancheng. I have been with you for 20 days now, President Mo ."

It was Sunday when I was discussing this matter. Mo Shiqian rarely took a day off to accompany her. They sat on the banks of the Seine and were blowing in the cool and warm autumn wind. She was holding a dig in her hand. Half of the mousse cake, I don't know how many times she said she was going back.

Mo Shiqian frowned as she ate the cake and licked the spoon. His apple was rolling up and down, frowning, "You can go back with me."

Chi Huan bit his spoon and looked at him, blinking his eyes, "I have been waiting for Mr. President for a long time."

The man stared at her for a while, his thin lips pursed, his voice dull, "You separated from me for five years, and quarreled after a good day. After coming to Paris, you really stayed with me. This time adds up to a month. Now, I go to work during the day and can only accompany you after work, Chi Huan, your work is now in the window period, what are you doing in a hurry to go back, I am so unattractive to you?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She licked her lips, touched the cake crumbs on her chin, and turned her head to look at the expressionless man staring at her.

Is he... grieving?

"You work during the day... I am boring to stay here."

"You go back tonight without me, very chatty?"

"Can you make a video call."

"jet lag."

Well, there are times when it is bad, and sometimes it is inconvenient. Especially when she is in Lancheng, she often goes shopping and watching dramas with Youran during the day, and she is home at night. Her night is with him, it is already late at night.

Chi Huan lowered his head and poked the cup of mousse cake with a spoon, seeming to hesitate.

Mo Shiqian continued to press, "How long have I been in Lancheng? You won't stay in Paris for a month for me?" He raised his hand and pinched her chin, still expressionless, "If I didn't plan to return to Lan City development, are you planning to have a long-distance relationship forever or break up with me?"

Chi Huan, "..."

"I took a job."

The man narrowed his eyes, "Chi Huan, don't tell me you took the **** movie of Zhang Yan."

Larger scales may not be called **** movies. They are very literary and artistic.

"No, it's just a drama. A teacher I met when I was learning acting asked me if I had time, and I agreed."

"So you are going back?"

From the corner of Chi Huan’s eyes, she peeked at him and said softly, “Is it a rare opportunity? For actors, acting is a very good exercise.” She put the mousse cake aside and put her hand on his ring. Neck, said coquettishly, "Don't be stern, look fierce."

Seeing that instead of easing his face, she was getting tighter and tighter. She leaned forward and kissed a couple of times, and asked with a smile, "You can't bear me?"

Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes to look at her smiling face, and pulled his lips, "I'm not willing to do it."

Chi Huan, "..."

She was quiet for a while, then laughed, "You really can't bear me so much?"

He pinched the fingers of her chin tightly, staring at the bright and sly smile that bloomed on his hand, with thick ink under his eyes, and said lightly, "Your Royal Highness, I have developed a habit in 21 days. Get used to holding you to sleep, or you will suffer from insomnia."

Chi Huan, "..."

She looked at his eyes and couldn't move away.

His eyes seemed calm and unforgiving, but he looked at each other for a few seconds, and he seemed to be deeply affectionate.

Chi Huan pursed her lips and asked eagerly, "When you first came to Paris... did you suffer from insomnia?"

"No," the man replied decisively, his tone fading into a line, without ups and downs, "I have no time to sleep, and no conditions for insomnia."

Chi Huan, "..."

Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes and glanced at her, "Moreover, I misunderstood you at that time, so I occasionally sleep, I want to pinch you to death in my dreams," he said faintly, "I should have told you about the dreams of those years. Sorry."

Chi Huan, "..."

"You really hate me for a long time," she said sincerely, looking at him, "I think you are really terrible. If I really don't like you, will you be miserable? "

The paranoid and terrible ex-boyfriend...

Mo Shiqian smiled and muttered, "It seems to be right, Your Royal Highness."

As he said, he pressed the back of her head and kissed it, lingering and delicate.

When he first came to Paris, every time he thought of her, it seemed as if a hand was inserted into his chest, holding his heart firmly, the more he tried to break free, the tighter the grip, spreading the pain of suffocation.

However, when the head becomes empty, her appearance must appear and linger.

The more he couldn't drive away, the more that hand seemed to squeeze his heart.

Such a vicious circle.

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