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

When Chi Huan first saw this bunch of flowers, he subconsciously thought it was Mo Shiqian's gift...

Although he didn't seem to be a man who would take the initiative to give flowers, no one except Sister Yao and Youran knew about her living here.

Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "Take it over and put it down."

The bodyguard walked over a few steps, put the flowers on the coffee table, and then quickly withdrew.

The bright roses are charming and dripping with clean water drops on them.

Mo Shiqian didn’t have much research on flowers, but Chi Huan did have them. Her fans and suitors had given her all kinds of flowers. Naturally, there were roses, and the bunch in front of her should be very precious. Variety.

The man's well-knotted fingers pulled out the card in the flower, and glanced between his fingers, his eyebrows sinking, before Chi Huan could react to the bunch of flowers, he picked it up, a beautiful one. The parabola was thrown directly into the trash can.

Chi Huan became angry. She was already angry and stood up suddenly, "Mo Shiqian, that's my flower."

She was ashamed that she had hesitated to think that he was sending flowers to her.

Mo Shiqian turned his head and lowered his eyes to look at her, "If you like, I will give you a bouquet every day."

"Don't want yours."

The man asked indifferently, "Then who do you want?"

She rolled her face, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down, "Mo Shiqian, I want to break up, break up, break up, you want me to say it several times before you understand?"

Chi Huan's shoulders were supported, and the next second he was directly pressed into the sofa.

He looked at her condescendingly, rubbing her chin with his fingers, "Are you angry about the monsoon? Then, if a man sent flowers to my place, should I be more angry, eh?"

Is he angry?

Chi Huan opened his eyes wide and looked at him incredulously, "Can you still be more arrogant and turn black and white?"

The man lifted the corners of his lips, smiling but not smiling, "I was also courteous, I have to be broken up, you take it for granted?"

Chi Huan sneered, "Similarly? Which one of your eyes sees that I am the same as you. Others give me flowers one-way. Don't tell me that you have eaten monsoon for a month, so full of love. You can't feel it."

Fried eggs are fried eggs, making a smile.

He smiled faintly, "Why do I have to feel it?"

Chi Huan glared at him, "Which restaurant do you see frying an egg with a smiley face?"

"Is it."

"At first glance, the insulated box was bought in the mall. If the restaurant's take-out is a little bit high, it will put the Peugeot on the lunch box. I can see it all. Can't you think of it?"

The man replied in an orderly voice, "Because the restaurant packaging box was used at the beginning, but then Secretary Chen said that the restaurant's lunch box was of poor quality and did not keep warm. Now it’s cold, he bought a special insulation. box."

Chi Huan bit her lip, "Who knows if what you said is true?"

He raised his eyebrows, "What I said is not true, what you imagined is true?"

"I imagined it? You can't tell that the food that you can't eat is not from the restaurant? How can a restaurant make such simple home-cooked meals?"

"I have a meal that is clean and fresh, and it is enough for my taste. I want to study whether it is the hands of professional chefs or non-professional chefs?"

"You just think she is good at cooking and the food is delicious?"

Mo Shiqian looked at the furious face in his palm, he couldn't help but laughed, and said in a low voice, "Since I didn't ask the secretary to change another house, it is naturally possible. Is it because I found that it was made by a woman who liked me? I have to say it’s unpalatable? Chi Huan, my psychological condition is normal and it can’t affect my objective judgment."

Chi Huan was silenced by him, but her eyes were red.

I was about to cry by the man's many reasons.

She raised her hand and patted his hand from her face. "If it tastes good, you can eat it. You can eat it every day after you take her. Why do you shamelessly haunt me?"

"Is she just making you jealous?"

"You are disgusting. She cooks delicious food. You will suffer if you don't stay with her."

"Well, you who have ten fingers that do not touch the sun, according to your logic, no one dares to ask you."

"I didn't ask you to ask, you posted it shamelessly."

Mo Shiqian leaned over, wrapped her arms around her waist, and directly led her to the sofa, trapping her in his arms, and supporting her chin with his fingers, "Chi Huan, what are you going to do? Are you willing to calm down?"

There was a sigh in his words, and he seemed helpless.

It's like being unreasonable and compromising on a woman.

Chi Huan looked at his handsome face close at hand and closed his eyes. When he opened them, tears burst out suddenly.

She didn't want to cry, but couldn't help it.

She doesn't even know where she has accumulated so many grievances.

The woman's emotions seemed to collapse all of a sudden, she covered her face with one hand, and held the cloth on his shoulder with the other hand, and said, "Mo Shiqian, I beg you, let me go. ...I really don't want to be with you anymore."

She felt so uncomfortable, she had never been so uncomfortable.

She didn't like this feeling. She couldn't control her emotions and anger, and she couldn't help but want to lose her temper.

But the reaction he gave her was always so calm and indifferent, and he didn't even bother to quarrel with her.

Mo Shiqian hugged her waist and looked down at her crying in his arms. Jian eyebrows were still frowned, and he held her head with his hand to force her to lean on his shoulder and let her cry. Happy, her thin lips kissed her hair again and again.

The deep and indifferent eyes are quiet and deep. If you like him, why do you want to leave him so much.

He doesn't understand.

Hearing her cry, Mo Shiqian gradually gathered a thin layer of gloom and hostility between his eyes.

[But she likes you and needs your response, give her the same likes, and explicitly reject every woman who likes you. 】

Response, what kind of response is considered a response?

Refuse? He had already refused it.

He waited until she was crying sobbing down, and then he lifted her tear-stained face and asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to open the monsoon?"

It's the monsoon?

Isn't he reluctant to open it?

After Chi Huan cried, the emotions in her chest seemed to be almost vented, and her teary eyes were still a little fuzzy, but her heart didn't block the anxiety and depression of her breathing.

It seemed to be frustrated and cold.

There are still tears on her eyelashes, and her voice is hoarse, but it is faint hoarse, "No, you can stay if you want."

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