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

Chi Huan reached out and held the man's arm beside him, and took a step forward.

Blocked in front of Mo Shiqian.

She closed her eyes. From the time she was fourteen years old facing the incident that almost broke her down, especially after walking in the entertainment industry for many years, facing all kinds of people, she almost formed a defense mechanism close to instinct.

In addition to indulging in the awkwardness and temper of a little woman in front of Mo Shiqian, she actually thinks that in front of most of them, it will cause a lot of emotional waves.

She looked very calm at this time, and even a faint smile appeared on her face. Although her fingertips were trembling faintly, except for Mo Shiqian, who knew her well, she could hardly be seen.

"Mr. Lawrence, you were originally an elder and a famous person. I am a second-rate celebrity. I should be respectful in every way. But it's a matter of matter. If I make you feel uncomfortable, that's not my intention. "

Chi Huan’s slapped face was originally a sweet-looking face, but when she calmed down, it revealed the neither humble nor overbearing that had been precipitated by years of pride. "My dad is not very good. He has been hurt in this life. I don’t know how many people I’ve been sorry for. Speaking out, there is indeed nothing

Clod-Summer is a beautiful chairman, but if I want to say that I am a father, at least I grew up. He provided me with food, clothes and housing, fulfilling the most basic obligation of being a father. Others are qualified to look down on him, but you... no . "

The living room was brightly lit, but it was quiet for several seconds.

The assistant wearing glasses standing by the sofa raised his eyebrows calmly.

Ever since he was the assistant...have never seen anyone dare to speak to the chairman in person like this.

Should he say that this girl is courageous, or...stupid? Mo Shiqian lowered his head, his eyes as deep as ink looked at the woman's face under her long hair.

Others may not understand, but he knows very well that she is just complaining and injustice for him.

He never felt that there was anything that needed to be complained and injustice. Without this so-called biological father, he had nothing bad in these years.

He doesn't need it and doesn't bother.

But probably human beings are always greedy for the feeling of being maintained.

Although Chi Huan didn't show it clearly when he met Lawrence, he had already unkind eyes and smiled faintly, "As for whether I am worthy of him-what you just said is correct, but you also said that he is so. Excellent, I’ve seen countless women, and I’m not a stunner who has never seen the world. I was coaxed and tempted by a female celebrity who is ill-intentioned... A 25-year-old adult man is enough to judge what he wants, he wants I, naturally, because I have what he wants, and this thing... you and the women you want to push to him, can't give it."

She lifted her lips, "You can't look down on me, but he likes it-the so-called like means that it is hard to buy a daughter."

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After taking a shower, Chi Huan walked out of the bathroom with her long hair half-dried with a towel, wearing a white bathrobe.

As soon as she came out, the tall and grim man came back to the bedroom from the balcony—

Of course, originally he might have come in after hearing her coming out.

Oncoming, Chi Huan was going to sit on the sofa and blow his hair, but when he saw the man walking up to him, he raised his face and smiled, "You also go take a bath, go to bed early and rest early, and go to go tomorrow... ."

She didn't finish a word, and the man lowered her head and sealed her lips.

He walked directly in, then walked directly to her, and then kissed her directly. The whole process was done in one go without a second pause.

His face was lifted by the man's fingers, and Chi Huan's towel wrapped around his hair fell down.

She opened her eyes wide, looking at the handsome face close at hand, her mouth was occupied by him, and her breath was full of his smell, which seemed to fill all her senses, making her helpless.

He kissed deeply, hard, and even eagerly rough.

No restraint, nor his usual calmness.

Even the arms clasping her waist were tightened extremely tightly, as if to strangle her waist, or hugged her tightly into his arms.

The kiss was too long, and Chi Huan's whole body softened a little bit, only his fingers gripped his shirt material hard.

Naturally, it is easy to wipe the gun and get angry when kissing. Chi Huan quickly realized that the man was going to take her to the bed. Her hand was put on his chest, and she groaned, "No, my hair didn't dry yet."

The man raised his hand and touched her hair. It was indeed wet, but it smelled good.

The hand clasped on her waist moved down and landed on her hips, lifting her up.

Chi Huan gave a short cry, and instinctively stretched out his hand to circle his neck.

Mo Shiqian hugged her and walked forward for two steps, pushed her against the wall behind him, lowered his head and kissed her all the way along her neck, dropping a string of hickeys.

His body is tense, with restrained irritability inside.

Such a posture is equivalent to her being lifted by him.

Chi Huan hugged his neck, bowed his head to kiss his face, and kissed him gently like a chicken pecking at rice.

But the gentleness seemed to irritate him, the vaguely unsteady gasp pressed against her skin, and then broke into her body very ungently.

Only after entering, he didn't move fiercely, even stopped, but looked up at her instead.

The woman's small face is crimson, delicate and beautiful, with fine hair falling, which is more amorous.

Approximately seeing him not moving, Chi Huan looked down at him, her eyes confused and slightly patient, "What's wrong?"

He stared at her with deep sea-like eyes, his voice hoarse to the extreme, "Huanhuan."

"Ok?"

The man's cheek was pressed against her delicate, his voice was pale and hoarse, "He won't just stop like this, so if something happens, you will tell me first."

She laughed, "I ask An Ke to follow me every day, what do you know about me?"

He said in a low voice, "Something in case, no one can prevent it."

"Didn't you already let it go, saying that if you must be forced to marry another woman, you can not be the president at any time, and it is impossible to go back to the headquarters to help Clod-Summer?"

His forehead was full of fine and dense sweat oozing out of patience and desire, and his eyes were terribly dark, but his tone was still very light. "Song Shu said that he is brilliant in business, but the disadvantage is that he is nepotism. The side details of the Lawrence family have been stuffed into Clod-Summer, so he needs more capable people who are related to him... I am a very important existence to him and will not give up easily."

Chi Huan nodded without understanding, "I know, if he does anything to me, I will tell you."

"Well," he lowered his head to seal her red lips again, and said dumbly, "good."

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