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

"You can put on makeup, my parents are not as backward as you think."

Chi Huan looked at him, "...but I am transformed."

Because she was seeing the elders, she put on a cute and pure **** makeup.

Mo Shiqian, "..."

She blinked, "Do you think it's similar to how I usually look without makeup?"

When taking pictures, she needs a little heavy makeup, but as soon as she gets home, she removes her makeup and changes clothes and wears flat shoes.

"Ok."

She proudly said, "I really am a beauty who is invincible without makeup."

Mo Shiqian, "..."

Seeing the little woman with a complacent appearance, a thin smile appeared between her eyebrows and her eyes, without urging, she quietly looked at her at the door to choose her.

Chi Huan took two scarves and asked him, "Is this black one or the red one?"

"All look good."

She pouted, "Perfunctory."

The man smiled faintly, "The truth is perfunctory?"

He really thought they were all good-looking. When he first saw her, he had the impression of a pretty little girl. Although this beauty was not enough to attract him, it would not affect his objective judgment.

What's more, he looked at his own woman, how satisfied he looked, and how he looked good.

When others praise her for being beautiful, she mostly sneered, and smiled at most. Mo Shiqian praised her, her eyebrows are like a crescent moon, "Then which one do you think is better?"

He thought about it, his chin lifted slightly, and he replied in a low voice, "Red."

Red is more suitable for her, contrasting the skin like snow, bright and moving.

Chi Huan put the black scarf back, wrapped the red one around his neck, and after putting it on, he arranged it in the mirror, and then walked towards him with a bright smile, "Go."

…………

Licheng is an old city with a long history.

The scenery is picturesque. As soon as Chi Huan comes out of the airport, he feels that the air is exceptionally fresh, but the airport is far away from the main city and the traffic is not particularly convenient.

Mo Shiqian wore a long black windbreaker. His body was as long as jade, and he was deserted and tall. He held a 28-inch wheeled suitcase with one hand and a woman with the other.

Chi Huan tilted his head and raised his face to ask the man who led him, curiously asking, "Did you grow up here?"

He glanced down at her, holding a faint smile on his lips, "I came here at the age of seven, and went to study outside at the age of sixteen."

Let's study while playing...

However, she blinked, "Seven years old? Did you move here?"

Generally speaking, people will choose to move to a more prosperous place. Licheng is beautiful, but there is no room for personal development. It is more suitable for... old-age care or seclusion.

The man’s tone was always very light, as if he was talking about other people’s things, "When I was six years old, my mother knew my dad. After my dad retired from the army, he took me back to his hometown."

When I was six, my mom knew my dad...

Well, that's the stepfather.

She looked up at his indifferent side face, holding the man's hand with her fingers, and said softly, "Single mothers are very hard, and your mother is lucky to meet your father."

Mo Shiqian glanced down at her, and the curvature of her lips was stained with an inconspicuous mockery, "Yes, because of the existence of my oil bottle, her boyfriend and parents who have been in love since freshman year dislike her. , Forcing them to break up."

what?

What's wrong.

Chi Huan slowed down, lowering his head to organize his thoughts...

When he was six years old, his mother knew his stepfather, but his mother had a boyfriend in her freshman year... Then when did his mother and his biological father meet?

Never gave birth to him before college...

That's not right.

She raised her head and looked at him ignorantly and carefully, "Your mother...how old were you born?"

Mo Shiqian said faintly, "My biological mother gave birth to me at the age of 21 and passed away when I was four. After she passed away, because there were no other elders in the family, I was brought up by my aunt. She was just in college. graduation,"

"Your current mother... is your biological mother's younger sister?"

"Ok."

"Your mother...why passed away?"

The man’s thin lips were hooked, very thin and cold, "I was not in good health. The doctor asked her to take it off when she was pregnant. She refused. Various changes occurred in the family during pregnancy. She overworked again, and gave birth to me. , The root cause of the disease has fallen, and after giving birth to me, I have to be busy to support me, and I didn’t rest much during the confinement... My body was getting worse and worse, so I passed away very young.

Maybe it was cold in winter.

From his indifferent statement, Chi Huan felt a compelling coolness and... mockery for no reason.

But... who is he mocking.

Is he... his biological mother?

She almost blurted out, what about your father.

He didn't mention the man who made his mother pregnant.

In turn, I immediately remembered Song Shu's sentence--【Mr. Mo does not intend to recognize the chairman. 】

She had almost no doubt that he had a...hate towards his biological father.

Even this hatred, the more understatement, the more... thick bones.

Walking out of the airport, a cold wind blew, Chi Huan couldn't help but leaned on him, glanced outside the somewhat desolate airport, "Shall we take a taxi to your house?"

The man loosened his hand on the suitcase, raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, "My dad will come and pick us up..."

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a girl's cry from a distance, "Brother, brother, here...brother."

Chi Huan followed the sound and saw a girl in a white down jacket standing by a car waving at them. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with short hair cut ears, a white face with melon seeds, gray. Pencil jeans, short boots on the feet, and immature student spirit between his eyebrows and eyes.

Behind the girl, stood a tall man, visually... approaching 1.9 meters.

Chi Huan was led by the unhurried man.

As soon as I approached, I saw the girl remember what it was, and turned around and complained to the man behind him, "Dad, don't smoke...I don't like the smell of smoke later, so my impression is bad."

The man glanced down at her and continued to smoke, "What's the matter, your mother doesn't allow me to smoke at home, and doesn't let me smoke when I go out... It's not my wife, I care if she likes it or not, I ran so far She dare to have a bad impression of me after picking up the airport?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She suddenly understood that Mo Shiqian's sentence-[They don't live with you, it's important whether they like it or not? ] Where did it come from.

The girl stomped, "You are about to die, or I will file a complaint with my mom, and I promised my classmates to sign the photo."

Chi Huan, "..."

Signed photo...ask her?

The man continued to glance at her and said disdainfully, "If you dare to file a complaint with your mother, I will tell her that you were called by your parents for a fight last week, and you beat a 180 fat man on the ground."

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