Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

She didn't look back, she just tried to retract her hand.

The man's deep voice continued behind her, "That Rhett is a playboy who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, but he still belongs to the Lawrence family on the surface, so he is regarded as a puppet by other shareholders...you Listen to me, don't go, huh?"

There is a bit of persuasion in his tone, but it always carries the strength and domineering in his bones. When mixed together, it is hard to describe what kind of feeling it is.

"Mo Shiqian, let go."

She turned her head and looked at him, "I know what you mean, and I also know what I have to face, Mo Shiqian, I have been in this industry for more than seven years, and I am not an ignorant girl, should I go or not? You can decide...if I don't go, what will happen to the movie?"

"Chi Huan," the man's stern and indifferent face finally became angry, and the fingers pinching her wrist increased his strength, and his voice became more tense, "It's just a movie, it's worth letting you go to such a messy place , see that kind of messy man? You know it will happen, and you still want to go?"

"Why can't I go?"

His breathing sank, his dark eyes fixed on her, and he said four words one by one, "I won't let you go."

"But I want to make movies and make money."

"The money I gave you, no matter how much you squander it, is enough for you to live comfortably for a few years. If you can't film for a while, can't you bear it a little?"

Knowing that such a trashy man has set her a trap, she can't wait to go to the appointment?

Chi Huan's eyes were sore, she was worried that tears would fall, so she turned her head to look elsewhere, blinked hard a few times to force back the tears, and then said coldly, "Can't you just leave me alone? "

"Just pretend I can't,"

She turned her head to look at him, just about to speak, but bumped into the man's gloomy and self-deprecating eyebrows, her heart suddenly curled up.

Perhaps because he saw that her expression was a bit soft-hearted, Mo Shiqian lowered his head, and approached her unconsciously, and the hand holding her wrist also lifted her face to support her face, looking at her eyes almost Coaxing her, he said, "Huanhuan, you are obedient, you listen to me, don't go, if you feel too idle recently, you can find a friend to go on a trip together... You will definitely continue to make movies in the future, huh?"

He was very close to her, with a gentle and tired expression, and most of his warm breath fell on her skin.

As if he wanted to kiss her anytime.

But this is just an illusion.

He won't kiss her because he is no longer eligible.

Once because of love, so unscrupulous.

Later, he could still tell himself that he took her and could give him a life that no one else could.

He always believed that what he could give was the most suitable for her.

But now he has nothing.

Chi Huan remembered that when she asked Lawrence why he wanted to start Youran's father's business, he said to give her a wake-up call to prevent her from softening her heart.

The man leisurely found was Tang Yueze, and she could still deceive herself and comfort herself that at least it was the man she had liked for her whole girlhood.

But Muxi is different. Once those videos are exposed, it will be difficult for her to turn around——

Even if she works hard to get back on track in the future, this incident will inevitably become a permanent scar in her heart, and even if she recovers, it will not disappear. Besides, she is too young now.

A girl who is not even eighteen years old may not be able to bear such a thing at all.

Lawrence doesn't even care about his son's life, how could he care about Mu Xi.

Wen Yi said that she can only compete with Lawrence who is more ruthless, until he dies——

She should have thrown in the towel a long time ago.

Chi Huan took a deep breath, pushed his hand away, and seemed to compromise, "As long as I go home, will you go back to the hospital?"

He quickly agreed, "Yes."

She closed her eyes and said lightly, "Go back."

The man's eyes brightened slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going?"

"Um."

He said in a low voice, "I'll take you back."

"This is my home, I just need to take an elevator to the door."

"I send you."

Chi Huan bit his lower lip, his heart was in pain, but he couldn't show anything.

Because she can't express anything, so many times, she forced herself to ignore many emotions, as if she didn't care, they really didn't exist.

In the end, she didn't continue the stalemate with him. She returned to the car and reversed the Ferrari back to its original parking space, then got out of the car with her bag, and walked back towards the elevator.

Mo Shiqian followed behind her without saying a word.

There were only the two of them in the elevator.

Knowing that she shouldn't ask, she still couldn't help asking, "Does your wound not hurt?"

He was wearing black trousers and a black coat. At first glance, he could not see anything, but if you looked closely, you could find that he frowns intentionally or unconsciously from time to time, as if he was enduring something.

The man raised his lips, and his smile was so faint, "It hurts, so what?"

Chi Huan pursed her lips and turned her head to look at the wall on the left.

But the inner wall of the elevator was made of unknown material, and it was reflective. When she looked up, she saw the man on her right looking down at her.

Those eyes seem to be affectionate, or belong to a kind of affection.

She felt suffocated, and turned her head to look at the elevator door again. She lowered her head and covered her face with her long hair, "Mo Shiqian, we broke up. If you always behave like this, I will feel very troubled."

He said lightly, "Yes, I'm sorry."

The elevator door opened, and Chi Huan walked out first.

After a few steps, she arrived at the door. She skillfully pressed the code, opened the door and walked in, then turned around and looked up at the man in black standing in the corridor, "You can go back to the hospital now, stop messing around with your body OK, okay?"

"Um."

"Are you still leaving?"

He smiled lightly and said with a sigh, "Close the door."

Looking at his handsome and indifferent face, Chi Huan still looked away, took two steps back, and closed the door.

Withdrawing the hand that fell on the doorknob, the bag in her hand also fell to the ground. She leaned against the door panel, and slowly slid down as if her body was drained of strength, and she just sat on the ground with her knees bent.

outside the door.

It was almost dark, and the lights in the corridor were turned on.

The light elongated the man's figure extraordinarily, and rendered him extraordinarily lonely.

I don't know how long he stood silently outside the door before putting one hand in his trouser pocket, then turned and walked into the elevator.

When he walked to the door, the pain he was holding back finally showed signs of being unstoppable, and he stretched out his hand to support the wall, so that he was not deprived of the little strength left by the severe pain.

The cold sweat on his forehead was fine and dense, and even the blue veins were faintly exposed.