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

Looking at the man walking towards him, Chi Huan paused, waiting for him to come over.

His eyes were inexplicably sour, and when he looked at him, there was an unknown grievance in his heart, but he was more at a loss.

In fact, none of them was wrong. She had seen many examples of this kind, perhaps not without them, but most of them were divided between Lao and Yan. Even if they were struggling together at the end, there would be all sorts of dissatisfaction after marriage.

Besides, it is separated.

Time is a good medicine, but also a poison. It dilutes almost everything, leaving only a very small part, which becomes a sculpture.

What's more, there are not many people in this world, it is true that another person cannot be.

How could she not understand, she understood.

It's just that she also understands-even if she loses to reality in the end, she can't lose without fighting.

This can be regarded as the most basic respect for love.

Mo Shiqian had already walked in front of her. He raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at Mrs. Larry, who was looking at him from a short distance away. He embraced the woman with his arms, "What did she tell you, eh? ?"

Chi Huan raised his hand to hug his waist and buried his head in his chest, "Why are you here?"

The man whispered, "It's too late to work overtime, by the way, come and see you."

She muttered in his arms, "It's the way, not at all."

The place where he works and the place where she works are completely different directions.

Mo Shiqian touched her head and smiled lowly, "Well, I'll be here right after get off work."

She stretched out her hand to circle his neck, softly her voice acting coquettishly, "I was playing a game today when I was recording the show. I was running around in high heels. My feet hurt so much. Hold me."

He lowered his head, looked at the faint smile on his lips, did not answer, and hugged her sideways, then turned and walked towards the parked car.

Seeing Mo Shiqian came, An Ke drove back by himself.

Mrs. Larry had also returned to her car. She looked at the departing figure in the rearview mirror, her eyes becoming more complicated.

Chi Huan was held in the arms of the man, her head resting on his shoulders, "Why are you getting better and better to me, and you came to pick me up specially."

Mo Shiqian put her in the co-pilot, with thin lips pursing a faint smile, and said nothing.

There was nothing, or there was no need for any reason, it was just that he glanced at the time after get off work, and called An Ke to learn that she had not finished work, so he drove over.

Suddenly there are more people living together in the house, and it may not feel much at first, but after a long time, if she is suddenly absent one day, she will look particularly deserted.

The man returned to the driver's seat, started the engine, reversed and left, "Eating outside or going home?"

Chi Huan hardly thought, "Go home."

"Well, then I'll call you Ma Li, see what you want to eat, and let the kitchen do it."

It’s almost a fifty-minute drive home from here, enough for dinner.

"it is good."

Chi Huan pulled out his mobile phone from his bag and directly called the landline in the villa.

When she hung up, she listened to the man in the driver's seat muttering, "What did she tell you?"

She pursed her lips and looked at his perfect side face, "Your chairman...Will you start with her company?"

"No," Mo Shiqian said methodically, "The industries covered by Clod-Summer and her company's industries do not have much overlap or overlap. Even if there is, it is basically difficult to form unless new human and financial resources are invested. The advantage of compaction."

Chi Huan nodded, and smiled faintly, "Then she came to me specially...for what?"

Come across the ocean specially... to remind her?

Ah.

Mo Shiqian tilted his head to look at the woman in the co-pilot.

She was lowering her head, sliding her fingers on the screen, maybe looking for something to see, maybe just in a daze with this action.

The man's voice was very low, covering his expression, as if he was just asking casually, "Did she let you leave me?"

Chi Huan chuckles, "Otherwise?"

What else can she do?

I left her at the time, never saw her for so many years, and treated other daughters as her own daughters. Would she come back to fight for her happiness?

ridiculous.

Mo Shiqian did not speak, and looked forward again, but his eyes gradually became deep and cold, and his thin lips gradually became straight.

In this world, the fatherly love and maternal love that have been boasted to heaven are sometimes ridiculously thin.

"When you pass by the pharmacy later, you remember to stop the car, I will buy some ointment for my dad, and send it to him tomorrow."

"it is good."

When I returned to the villa, the food was ready, and it was almost filled with the last one when I pinched the car into the villa.

Mo Shiqian still had some documents to process at night, so he went to the bathroom and took a shower.

Chi Huan curled up on the sofa, holding an ipad while watching the script Jiang Song sent her.

When the man came out from the shower, what she saw was her absent-minded appearance, with her head lying on the pillow of the sofa, and the whole person smelled of gloom.

He twisted his eyebrows and walked toward her with his long legs.

Chi Huan came back to his senses only after hearing his movements, looked up at him, and asked, "You...your chairman are still in Lancheng..."

Without finishing a sentence, the man still vibrated the phone on the bed before entering the bathroom.

Her voice is still soft, "You answer the phone first."

Mo Shiqian glanced at her, then turned back to the bed, picked up the phone on the bed, and took a look.

The name on the screen is: Song Shu.

He squinted his eyes and hung up blankly, then walked to Chi Huan again and put the phone down.

"Whose call you don't answer..." She didn't finish her sentence, and the phone vibrated again. She looked down and saw the remark name clearly.

Chi Huan looked at the man who looked down at her, pursing her lips, "Why don't you answer her call, maybe she is in a hurry."

The man said lightly, "Don't you think about it?"

Song Shu was the "daughter-in-law" that the old man liked. He knew that although she didn't say it, or even seldom expressed it in front of him, she could always see the reality of this society.

Because I am sober, I will be more disturbed.

Chi Huan laughed at once, "Compared to picking up in front of me, picking up behind my back or not picking up on your back makes it easier for women to think about it."

He twitched his lips. "Really."

After that, he pulled up the woman on the sofa, sat down by herself, then circled her waist and took her to sit down on her.

In the end, I tapped the answer with my fingertips and opened the handsfree.

Mo Shiqian asked in a very light tone and in business matters, "What's the matter?"

Song Shu was silent on the other side for a few seconds before he said softly, "Mr. Mo, the chairman is already awake."

Chi Huan was stunned and woke up?

What happened to him?

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