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

Mo Shiqian squinted his eyes, "I haven't come back, she is very upset?"

"You haven't come back..." Ma Li sighed, "Miss Chi was fine when she came back today. She also said that you gave her a gift, so she wants to give you a surprise too. She cooked dinner specially for herself. , Her finger was cut and burned again... As a result, you did not come back. She was so angry that she dumped all the dishes she had worked so hard for three hours."

Mo Shiqian came quickly and his deep and indifferent eyebrows shook slightly, "She cooks?"

He used to be Chi Huan's bodyguard. It can be said that he knows how "lazy" Chi Huan can be than anyone in this world. She was born with a golden spoon, and she might have never touched a rag so long.

Cook?

In the original words she once said, destroy the skin and hurt the hands.

After she bought an apartment and moved out, she basically hired part-time workers to cook or ordered takeaways. She might not know what her own kitchen looks like.

"Yes, because it's the first time, so it took more than three hours, and all of them were dumped..."

Mo Shiqian glanced at the second floor subconsciously, curled his eyebrows, withdrew his emotions, and said faintly, "I see, you continue to be busy."

"Hey."

Chi Huan sat cross-legged on the huge single sofa. The texture was soft. The room was warm and tuned. Listening to the wind outside, there was an indescribable sense of comfort and security.

The movement of the man pushing the door in, broke the silence.

Long legs walked towards her without saying a word.

The woman on the sofa raised her head, her expression was natural, she was not "angry" as Li Ma said, and her voice was clear, "If I don't pick up Jiang Song's movie, would you still invest?"

Mo Shiqian frowned, but still answered, "If you want to shoot, I will vote. If you don't shoot, there will be a special department to analyze the market and box office. If you expect to make a profit, you will also vote."

Chi Huan smiled, "If I shoot, it doesn't matter if I lose it?"

"Ok."

She lowered her head again and said faintly, "The chairman of Clod-Summer does everything possible to dig you into the president. How are you ruining other people's assets?"

"I can afford it."

"Oh."

He looked down at her white face, "sorry."

Then she looked up again, her delicate facial features only looked very pale, "You have been sorry, I know you don't want to, work, you can't help yourself, it's normal, let alone you have to manage such a big company. Otherwise, where did your capital come from, show me a movie."

He sighed lowly, "You are still upset."

Chi Huan smiled lightly, "Can't it?"

She could see clearly, the tiredness in his eyebrows, and helplessness.

The tip of her heart felt like a bee stung, and she suddenly felt pain, and she asked in a single sentence, "Do you find it hard to be with me?"

The man's eyes dimmed slightly, "What do you mean?"

"You are good, take care of everything about me, my daily life, my work, my travel, because I love you, so you have to take care of my mood..."

She lowered her eyes slightly, her long slender eyelashes cast a shadow on her face, her crimson arc was a bit self-deprecating, and her soft voice was low, but clear, "You say love is a negative emotion, but love also has good times. For example, if you love me, you will feel happy when you do this. If you don’t love me, you will feel...responsible, heavy, tired, and even irritable."

She raised her face again, and raised her hand to touch the handsome silhouette of the man, "Ah, why is this woman angry again? She doesn't speak anymore. What happened to her? I'm going to coax her again. Go coax her, no coax. Okay, she won't accompany me to bed..."

The man frowned heavily and interrupted her suddenly, "Chi Huan."

"Are you going to deliberately ask others, how should a woman coax?"

Suddenly, she was hugged directly into her arms by the man who was leaning over, and she was even strangled with pain by his arm.

Mo Shiqian buried his chin on the soft shoulders of the woman, and his voice was deep and dumb, "No."

It was then that he suddenly realized that compared with the crying, ill-tempered, and deliberately busy working and neglecting him, he did not want to see such a "compassionate" Chi Huan.

He knew long ago that this woman has two sides.

A girl who is always like seventeen, charming, bright, and willful.

One seems to be twenty-seven years old, mature, calm, and even sophisticated.

He hugged her very hard, "None of what you said."

He never felt heavy, tired, and irritable, and he never felt hard.

Chi Huan's fingers touched his face and smiled quietly, "I sometimes think, if you are just Mo Shiqian, or just a bodyguard Mo Shiqian... You have no money, you can't help me level the media, you Not the president of Clod-Summer, if you don't like me, will I stay by your side with a sullen expression... Um."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man lowered her head and kissed her fiercely.

After a long kiss for nearly a minute, after he was over, his fingers pinched her panting jaw, his thin lips pressed very close, and the voice coming out of his throat had a gloomy feeling, "You said so much, do you want to talk to I broke up?"

Break up?

Chi Huan looked at him blankly, "Don't you think... you can actually find a woman who suits you better than me?"

He squinted and sneered, "For example?"

She shook her head, as if she didn't know, but she replied, "For example, a talented woman like Ou Qin, intelligent, such as today's...what manager, intellectual and capable, if you are with women like them... It will be a lot easier."

Mo Shiqian frowned and said blankly, "I don't want them."

"I might be with you just for the money."

"I have money."

Chi Huan looked at him, speechless.

After a while, she said, "You go take a bath first."

He pressed her cheek and kissed for a while, then let go of her, put the phone on the small round table in front of him, and got up to get the bathrobe to prepare for a bath.

She looked at the closed bathroom door and sat back on the sofa in a daze.

There was a faint sound of water from the shower.

She is about to use her mobile phone to chat with Sister Yao on WeChat to discuss which movie she wants to pick up.

The phone that Mo Shiqian put down before vibrated and the screen turned on.

[Mr. Mo, can you please check if my bracelet has fallen in your car. 】

She glanced at the note again, Song Shu.

Obviously, it was a woman's name.

She immediately remembered the one she met today-Manager Song.

Bracelet...

Maybe Mo Shiqian gave her a bracelet just today, so she is a little sensitive to these two words.

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