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

Chi Huan's face turned, "Then you go home and sleep in your own bed, I just don't eat noodles."

Mo Shiqian didn't speak, he lowered his eyes and looked at the woman sitting cross-legged on the sofa with expressionless expression. She had long black hair that was not completely dry, long slender white legs, white and tender, arrogant little woman.

After nearly a minute, the man straightened up, put the phone on the coffee table, and then walked towards the kitchen with long legs.

Chi Huan turned his face again, looked at the direction where his figure disappeared, and raised his lips proudly.

Just thinking of getting up and going back to the bedroom to look for conservative pajamas, the phone on the coffee table vibrated, and she looked down subconsciously. The screen showed a number without remarks.

"Mo Shiqian, someone is calling you."

The man said in the kitchen, "Get me in."

Chi Huan still picked up the phone and gave it to him, and handed it to him, "Here."

He was boiling water, glanced at her, took the phone and slid the answer button, his voice was low and indifferent, "Who."

After Chi Huan finished the call, he was about to turn back to the bedroom. Before taking two steps, he heard the gentle voice of the man behind him, "Miss Ji, what's the matter?"

She stopped at once.

"Ok."

"..."

"No need to."

"..."

"no need."

"..."

"No."

"..."

"Ok."

"..."

"it is good."

Then he hung up the phone, handed her the phone handily, "take it out."

Chi Huan took it, glanced at his usual handsome face, and gave a long oh.

When the water boiled, he scooped the boiled water into the bowl with a large spoon, elegantly and attentively, just cooked the noodles, without saying more.

She squeezed the phone, looked at his side for a while, and asked casually, "What is she calling you for?"

"Thank me for saving her."

"Oh, then."

"Want to invite me to dinner."

"You refused?"

Mo Shiqian looked at her sideways, and smiled on his lips, "I don't refuse, you really won't drive me out?"

Chi Huan, "..."

"I didn't say that, it was all your own thinking. When the noodles are cooked, call me and I will change my clothes."

"Ok."

Chi Huan changed her clothes and came out to go to the dining room to light up, but as soon as she got out of the bedroom, she heard her mobile phone vibrate in her bag, and she walked over and took a look.

Su Yabing.

It is not the first time that she has called her for the second or even the third time, and she has sent a lot of text messages, always saying that she wants to apologize and talk to her.

Every time Chi Huan looks at it, she feels disheartened, and she doesn't know what she is trying to do with her.

With a slip of his finger, he answered the phone.

After hesitating for several seconds, he said softly, and there was some surprise in his voice, "Miss Chi?"

Chi Huan's tone was light, "It's me, what's the matter?"

Su Yabing said somewhat self-deprecating over there, "I didn't expect you to answer my call."

"Rather than being harassed by you all the time, I'd better pick one up."

Su Yabing paused, seeming a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Chi Huan was not polite, and said straightforwardly, "Then you have something to say clearly in one go, don't disturb me anymore."

"Miss Chi, when do you have time, can we meet?"

"No, you can say things clearly when you meet, you can say things clearly on the phone, I'm listening now, you can say it."

Su Yabing hesitated a little, but she still spoke softly, "Thank you...for saying that on the wedding day, otherwise...my situation will be worse than it is now."

Chi Huan was a little funny.

Although she didn't pay attention to her current situation, Xiao San's hat was buckled and she didn't run away, because the less she spoke, the more public opinion would favor her.

The more Su Yabing explained, the darker it became, because it was a fact that she was entangled with Mo Xigu and derailed during marriage.

Besides, her fans are on their own.

"Oh."

She didn't answer, Su Yabing didn't know what to say for a while, and after a while, she asked dryly, "Miss Chi...Do you hate me very much?"

Chi Huan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I can't talk about hate, but you never expect me to like you?"

"I know Xigu and I are sorry for you..."

Su Yabing said on the phone that Mo Shiqian had already come out with the noodles. He glanced down at her, and pointed his chin into the dining room, which was obvious.

Chi Huan talked as he walked into the restaurant, "Did you ask me to clarify to the media that you did not intervene in my relationship with Mo Xiegu, you are not a junior?"

"Xigou doesn't want to trouble you anymore... But you also know that this will have a very negative impact and harm on his image and his company, Miss Chi, can you... do him one last favor?"

Chi Huan smiled faintly, "Miss Su, have you ever intervened?"

Su Yabing said eagerly over there, "I didn't mean... I didn't want to, I just wanted to come back and watch him get married, but..."

"It's just uncontrollable?" She lifted her lips. "No matter how many reasons you can say, there are some. You expect me to lie to the media for you, Miss Su, you really think of the world very kindly."

When the words fell, she hung up the phone directly, threw it on the dining table, picked up the chopsticks and ate the noodles.

After taking a big mouthful of contentment, she raised her head and said to the man sitting opposite her, "You can go back."

Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes, "Go back?"

"Clean up your things and come back tomorrow. You have no clothes or daily necessities here. Don't you want to sleep without brushing your teeth or washing your face or bathing or washing your hair?"

She raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly, "I can't sleep on my quilt without taking a bath."

Mo Shiqian, "..."

When she was ill, she forced her to take a shower and wash her hair. She still hated it.

Obviously after washing, she feels much better physically and mentally.

He got up and said faintly toward the woman who lowered his head to eat noodles, "Okay, I'll pack my things and you will make the bed for me."

Chi Huan raised his head to look at him, pursing his lips and said, "I'm very scared when you are so anxious."

"Who makes you greedy, that's what you want."

Chi Huan, "..."

Sure enough, Mo Shiqian drove back to pack his luggage, and drove over again, carrying a large 28-inch suitcase into the house. He only took a few daily necessities and a change of clothes.

"Today is too late, I will clean up the others tomorrow."

"Oh."

He waited until he finished washing and taking a shower, turned off the light and lay down, breathing evenly as if he was asleep, Chi Huan's guarding heart was put down, and he closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

She didn't sleep with her own bed, and she had to sleep on her floor.

…………

When Chi Huan got up the next morning, Mo Shiqian had already left.

She picked up the phone and looked at it. There was nothing on it. She curled her lips. She didn't know to tell her when she went to work.

She yawned and walked into the bathroom. When she looked up in the mirror, she found a post-it note on it. She tore it off—

[I'm going to work, warm breakfast for you, go out and make this call, she will be responsible for picking up and protecting you. 】

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