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

Mo Shiqian frowned, opened his eyes, and looked at him displeased.

Feng Xing glanced at him even more disgustingly, then raised his chin and pointed to the door, with a playful tone, "Your woman looks murderous, as if she is about to make trouble."

Mo Shiqian raised his head and naturally saw the little woman who had walked in. He closed his eyebrows and stood up.

After Ji Yu followed Chi Huan, he shrank his shoulders in terror by the battle in the box, only to pull the corner of Chi Huan's clothes.

Chi Huan bowed her head and asked blankly, "Is this here?"

"Yes."

"Who is the woman You Ran said?"

Chi Huan went directly to the box where the birthday party was held today, and then took out the rainy season that had not yet left, and let her lead the way.

In fact, there is no need to say that the rain, she knew who it was at a glance.

There was only one "pretty and sexy" woman who was a few years older than her.

She looked straight over, Qiaomei's expressionless face, and walked straight towards her.

Chi Huan's temperament is so defiant, she broke into someone else's box, she would be too lazy to take a look at any extra people, even if she never said a word, she was also arrogant in her bones.

A man who coveted her beauty, and was aroused to conquer by no one else in her, reached out to put his hand on her shoulder.

Ji Yu stepped back in fright and looked at the man who had already walked timidly.

Before that hand touched Chi Huan’s clothes, his wrist was clasped, and even an uncontrollable pain came. The man’s face was distorted. Before he could exhale in pain, he was already unconscious. Throw aside the light or not.

The man was embarrassed and wanted to get angry in public, but he could catch a glimpse of Mo Shiqian's indifferent eyes, which were as sharp as a thorn, but he could only put his head down and endure it.

Mo Shiqian lowered his head to look at the small face that was obviously unhappy or even murderous, and he curled his eyebrows and whispered, "Is something going on here?"

Chi Huan ignored him.

She still cares a little about him not answering her phone, especially in such an emergency.

Mo Shiqian looked helplessly at the little woman who was obviously angry.

Bai Yun looked at Mo Shiqian staring at the woman who suddenly broke in.

Chi Huan looked at Bai Yun on the sofa blankly, her eyes were cold, and she said, "Miss, can you tell me, my friend has something to do with you?"

Bai Yun turned the realization to her, and after looking up and down, she raised her glass and smiled, "Your friend? Miss Chi, you have to tell me who your friend is first."

"Ning Youran."

"Ning Youran, oh, don't know me."

Chi Huan was about to have an attack, and suddenly his shoulder was forcibly slammed by a hand. The man asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

She raised her face to look at the man's handsome face, feeling unspeakable trust, but her tone was a bit complaining, "An accident happened. She screamed halfway through the phone call with me, and I won't get through when I call her mobile phone."

Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes and looked at Bai Yun who was sitting indifferently. His eyes were cold and sharp. He turned to look at Feng Xing, gave him a gesture, and then pulled Chi Huan out of the box.

Monsoon quickly followed behind.

Feng Xing put out the cigarette **** in the ashtray, got up and walked outside, and stopped when he passed Bai Yun. He looked down at the ugly face and smiled casually, "He is at Stanford, and you follow along. Going to Stanford, there are not enough people with IQs there. Why have you stayed for a few years and haven't made any progress?"

Bai Yun's face changed, and she looked at him coldly, "Shut up, you're popular, it's not your turn to tell me about my affairs."

The man chuckles, coquettishly sexy, "Because of these stupid things you have done, I still have to run errands, you should make less stupid tricks to trouble him, and give me less trouble, eh?"

After that, he raised his leg and walked out.

Bai Yun looked at his back, but in the end she was still angry, and a cup was smashed.

Even facing a ruined employer who was arrogantly instigating him, his attitude was better than that of her.

Until walking into the elevator.

Mo Shiqian glanced at Monsoon coldly, "You can go back to your own box."

Monsoon was a little embarrassed, but he didn't dare to keep up.

It's just...inexplicably feel that between Chi Huan and Mo Shiqian... there is an indescribable weird feeling.

Chi Huan was pulled by the wrist by the man, anxious and angry, "Why don't you answer when I call you?"

Mo Shiqian looked down at her with an unhappy face, and explained in a low voice, "It's hot inside. I took off my clothes. The phone is in my clothes and I didn't hear it."

She noticed that he was only wearing a thin knit sweater, and the windbreaker that went out was not on him.

Chi Huan turned his face away and snorted, "If it was me who had the trouble, I would be gone now."

Mo Shiqian, "..."

"I will help you find people back."

She frowned, "Is it the woman just now?"

He said lightly, "It may be."

"If you come out of a rival, let people do it, she's the underworld?"

The man replied very plainly, "Well, it's the underworld."

Chi Huan, "..."

She slowed down for a few seconds before reacting and turned to look at the man standing next to her, "Is she really a gangster?"

Mo Shiqian looked down at her.

Needless to say, just this look is enough to answer.

She opened her mouth and asked blankly, "Then you..."

He stared at her face and said calmly, "If you say so, you can count."

Chi Huan was still a little sluggish, turned his head back and looked at the elevator door that was gradually closing.

When they were about to close, a long leg stretched in, the elevator door opened, and Feng Xing walked in from outside, his dark eyes swept across them without saying a word.

Chi Huan didn't speak, and didn't know where he was going to take her. When he got out of the elevator, he realized that they were actually going up. Then he asked in a daze, "Where are you going, aren't you going to find Youran?"

"First adjust the monitoring."

"Oh," she asked after a pause, "Do you know the boss here?"

She has been here for so many years, but she only knows the owner of the shop, not who the real boss is.

Standing on the side, Feng Xing glanced sideways at her.

Chi Huan, "...you?"

He raised his eyebrows, "Me too."

Chi Huan paused, then looked up at the man holding her wrist, "You never told me that this place belongs to you."

"You never asked me."

She bit her lip and lowered her head, and her mood became unspeakable for a while.

According to urban rumors in the upper class, the boss behind the scenes in 1999 is one of the most mysterious figures in Lancheng.

Mo Shiqian stared at her pursed red lips and her slender eyelashes, frowning silently.

After a while, he stretched out his hand to lift the woman's chin, looked at her forced face upward, and asked in a low voice, "Unhappy?"

"No," she raised his hand and knocked it off, and said lightly, "I'm just thinking, no wonder I think you are rich."

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