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

Mo Shiqian's face sank in the still dim morning light.

The thing that caused Xiao Yu to call him several times so early...

It's not a trivial matter.

When he used to sleep alone, the phone would be tuned to vibrate, but Chi Huan would be woken up, and she didn't like it very much, so he would adapt to her habit of adjusting the silent mode.

Her own, let alone.

He lifted the quilt and got out of the bed with a very light movement, put on a bathrobe casually, picked up the study, pushed the bedroom door and walked out, walked straight to the study, closed the door with his backhand and dialed the phone back.

The end of the call was answered almost in seconds.

But after several seconds of silence, Xiao Yu did not speak.

Mo Shiqian drew open the curtains of the study, his voice was cold, "What's wrong."

"I didn't take care of this." Xiao Yu's voice was not at all his usual scorn and stubbornness, so gloomy and serious as a dark gray sky covered by thick clouds, "Chi An is dead."

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Chi Huan was awakened by a man.

Usually, when she woke up, he went to work. She actually didn't sleep deeply, and she didn't even know how he got up without affecting her.

She slept deeply, was awakened in a daze, still getting up with a little breath, "What's wrong..."

When I opened my eyes, I still felt a little uncomfortable, and his voice was still unawake. The way Mo Shiqian looked at her, he experienced for the first time in his life what it was called—he couldn't say it.

He almost compulsorily helped her get up, his handsome face was filled with gloomy sternness, "Huanhuan, get up, put on clothes, wash, we want to go out."

Chi Huan looked at his face and was startled. When they were alone, she had rarely felt the fierce and gloomy aura from him.

His outline is sharp and sharp, and his speech and manners are hard to be called gentle, but over time, she can feel his gentleness. "What's wrong?"

Mo Shiqian stared at her with deep and dark eyes, and his pronunciation was extremely deep, "Be obedient, get up."

Her heart sank for no reason.

But he still listened to him, put on clothes and went to the bathroom to wash.

When she finished washing her face and brushing her teeth, hurriedly combed her hair and turned back to the bedroom, the man had taken her clothes from the cloakroom and laid them neatly on the bed.

After she changed her clothes, he took another black scarf and put it around her neck. Without giving her time to tidy up, he took her hand out and went downstairs.

Ma Li looked at the two who came down so early in surprise, "Mr. Mo, Miss Chi... breakfast needs to wait..."

Before he said a word, he was interrupted by the man, "No need to prepare, don't eat today."

Chi Huan was almost taken away by him. The man's legs were long and fast, and she almost couldn't keep up with him.

She was usually lazy and skipped breakfast, and was reprimanded by him...

Maybe it was deep winter, Chi Huan's hands were so cold, she followed his footsteps almost mechanically.

When the man opened the door of the co-pilot, she looked up at his firm and good-looking chin. A sentence that had not been confirmed or even formed in her mind was actually read out in a daze, "Is it... my dad has something wrong?" "

Mo Shiqian stared at her face with deep eyes for a few seconds, his Adam's apple rolled and made no sound, he pushed her into the car.

Chi Huan took the seat of the co-pilot and heard the sound of him closing the door.

He returned to the car and started the engine skillfully and quickly.

The speed of the car is constantly rising.

She was a little at a loss, and she couldn't say anything. She repeated a sentence back and forth in her mind several times before finally asking, "What happened to him?"

"Huanhuan," Mo Shiqian's voice was very low, her name overflowing between his lips and teeth, the eyes in front of him were dark and dark as an abyss, his lower jaw was tightly tightened, and the hand holding the steering wheel showed faint veins.

Only his voice was low and hoarse, "Your father passed away at two o'clock in the morning last night."

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The early morning in winter is always cold, and it seems colder than at night.

Chi Huan was distracted while waiting for her relatives to confirm the body in the hospital morgue.

She was wearing a dark blue overcoat, black scarf, long hair draped over her waist, and a pretty face with expressionless indifference. The tall and tall man standing next to her was very gloomy.

He kept watching her face, his eyes were dark and dark, and the jaw line was tight.

On the side is the person sent from the prison, rubbing his fists, "This happened... We are also sorry, sorry, Miss Chi..."

"Sorry?" Chi Huan turned his head and sneered with a delicate face. "If sorry is useful, what do you need to do with the law, what do you want the prison to do, and what do you want the prison guards to do?"

Every time I say this passage, it becomes more aggressive.

Speaking of the end, the prison guard's face was already overwhelmed.

Her face is cold, her voice is cold, and her eyes are cold, more of a strong hostility and irony.

Even if she is not tall, and the boots that she wears are not high, but standing there is a superior one.

Behind him was another man who was more difficult to provoke. The prison guard was angry, but he couldn't say anything, so he lowered his head in a slanderous manner.

Fortunately, the hospital staff in front came over, "Miss Chi, here."

Chi Huan took a deep breath and walked up.

After walking for a few steps, she suddenly stopped, turned her head to the man who had been silent but never left, opened her mouth, and finally looked away, pursing her lips, "I... alone Go, this should be the last time I see him."

Mo Shiqian's thin lips pressed into a straight line immediately, staring at her as if his eyes were stuck in a deep eye.

But Chi Huan never looked at him directly, and turned his gaze sideways to follow the doctor.

He stared at her back, and walked away with his long legs to follow.

The arm was grabbed by the person behind him, "Forget it," Feng Xing said lightly, "You will only increase her guilt by following."

Mo Shiqian looked at the woman's back until he completely disappeared from sight. His handsome face was cold and gloomy in vain, as if dripping water could condense into ice scum at any time, "Check it out?"

"Well, Xiao Yu, as the person in charge, has already checked it out."

Feng Xing glanced at the prison guard standing aside, "At two o'clock in the morning last night, an old man who lived with Chi An who was in jail for stealing something stabbed Chi An in the heart with a knife... That man was the most criminal among them. Yes, I can go out after squatting for a few months, and he usually looks honest and weak. Xiao Yu's subordinates originally heard the movement, but he said that he went to the toilet... they didn't think much, but he When I returned to the bed, I suddenly rushed forward and stabbed Chi Sad several times in a row... I couldn't do it on the way to the hospital.

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