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

Chu Xi was saddened by what he said, and said dullly, "I don't want him to take it."

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He pulled a cold sneer on his lips, "I don't want a divorced woman, understand?"

She stared at him blankly, lowered her head and said, "You...dislike me...divorced?"

Feng Xing pulled his coat back from her hand and said indifferently, "Go find someone who doesn't dislike your divorce."

When he finished speaking, he bent over and got into the car, and put the door firmly on.

The woman's hand stretched out to stop the moment the car door closed. Because of the excessive inertia, it directly squeezed her finger heavily. It is quite that Chu Xi is not spoiled, and even painful, she still screamed shortly in pain. Scream.

Feng Xing didn't expect that she could come like this again. He glanced at her fingers, then looked at her frowning thin eyebrows, her black eyebrows were still frowning, but she was still indifferent.

Chu Xi's skin is particularly white, so a slight injury will be obvious.

Seeing that he was not speaking, she silently glanced at her finger, and then stretched it to him, "...injured."

The dark bruise is obvious.

Feng Xing glanced at it and said indifferently, "You asked for it."

"You want to take me to the hospital."

"Not going."

She whispered, "Just a short distance."

The man is indifferent, "It's not going well."

She looked blank, "Do you... hate me?"

"Can't you tell?"

She was wronged and stubborn, "But you said, you will always like me."

Her voice is like a stream in autumn, with a refreshing coolness, but soft.

"I also said that I don't want women that others have used."

Her face turned pale, her head lowered lower, and her hand was still slowly retracted. People stepped back two steps and gave way.

Fengxing raised his eyes to look at her.

Although she is not cheap and desolate, compared with the coldness and expensiveness of the past, compared with the sky-high price of Chi Huan's all kinds of elaborate pieces, she can no longer see the traces of the ladies, like pearls and jade.

The head hanging looks like "jelly" with his head drooping.

After a few seconds, he retracted his eyes, raised his hand to pull up the door, started the engine blankly, and left.

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The car stopped on the parking lot of the villa.

Mo Shiqian got out of the car first, went around the front of the car and stretched out his hand to open the passenger's door, looking down at the sitting woman, "Get out of the car."

The light in the parking lot is naturally not as bright as the room, and it is half-bright and half-dark when it falls on the man, and there is a more mysterious illusion in a trance.

Chi Huan looked at him and stretched out his hand.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I don't want to go by myself. Wearing high heels is very tired."

She just opened her eyes and said nonsense. She has already been proficient in driving high heels, not to mention that she didn't walk much today.

Mo Shiqian only acted like she was acting like a baby, or even if she was acting like a baby.

He pulled a smile from the corner of his lips, bowed his head and carried her out.

Chi Huan circled his neck and looked at his handsome face, "You just made a fuss, everyone knows we are together."

He said faintly, "Well, I see who is not afraid of death and dare to send you roses."

"Mo Shiqian."

"Ok?"

"Are you just looking for an excuse to let Fengxing **** me over, or are you really planning to ask me to make a movie?"

The man smiled faintly, "Let you go just to let the popularity go, but I was going to let you make a movie before, and I am also your investor."

She pursed her lips, "Then why have you never told me?"

"In preparation, and your hands have not been raised yet."

She blinked, "What are you going to make me take?"

"Jiang Song."

"He, is he looking for you or are you looking for him?"

Jiang Song knows that he is not as good as Zhang Yan's first-rate director, but he is also a director with a very personal style among the younger generation of directors. He is unique, but he is basically making non-mainstream commercial films. The talent also has a reputation, and even won several awards abroad, but still can't guarantee the box office.

If it was when she was the most popular and was the daughter of the mayor, she would be happy to work with Director Jiang-because the film itself has quality, and she didn't think much about the box office, income, and filming if she liked it. Up.

Mo Shiqian briefly explained a few words, "He asked Tang to invest in his new movie, because the genre and subject matter were rejected, so he found me," he said lightly, "I thought you would like to cooperate with him."

In fact, it was not that he thought she was willing, but she had watched Jiang Song's movie and accidentally mentioned it.

Chi Huan pursed her lips slightly, "I am willing, but I am short of money now, and my image is not good now, it will hurt the box office of other people's movies."

But Zhang Yan is different. With his status, especially with Pei Yi's words, she is not enough to shake them.

"Are you short of money?"

"Of course I lack money."

"Where are you short of money, I am not rich enough?"

Chi Huan looked at his handsome face close at hand, his expression was very pale, as if to say an unusual question.

Her heart beat violently, but her face remained as usual, and she just murmured, "Your money is your money, and I am not your wife."

She regretted it after she said it, saying it seemed to imply something.

Sure enough, the man's footsteps stopped and he stopped on the stairs to the second floor living room.

Mo Shiqian looked down at her, "If marriage can give you a sense of security, then let's get married, eh?"

"What...what?"

"Marry me, we get married."

His voice was low and deep, and it didn't even make any difference from normal speech, but Chi Huan was completely stunned, and it took a long time to confirm...He was serious about her marriage.

Although a man like Mo Shiqian, he must be serious when he said the word marriage.

"no, do not want."

She refused almost without even thinking, causing Mo Shiqian to frown immediately, and his voice became even deeper, "You don't want to marry me?"

Is this... a question of willingness? ? And between them... Is it possible that they are willing to marry?

Not to mention... why must she be willing to marry him?

Her silence for a few seconds made Mo Shiqian more and more unhappy, coupled with her indifference over the past two days, even in bed, she was at her mercy, but she didn't bother to take care of his attitude.

He especially didn't like her lazy and frivolous attitude towards him. She seemed obedient, but in fact she was very distant.

The man’s voice tightened, and his handsome face was a little dull, "Chi Huan, when you were with me, did you still think of other men in your heart? Mo Xiegu, or the man who gave you roses ?"

The lighting in the living room was very bright, and she could clearly see the expression on his face.

At the hotel dinner just now, let alone the group of people afraid of him, even she thought he was deep and terrible, but now the anger in his eyebrows has begun to show, but she is not afraid at all.

Instead, he smiled softly, "What if there is?"

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