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

Chi Huan looked at him, and said for a long time, "All right then."

The man's constricted pupils eased, and his body no longer stretched so hard.

He got her into the car, started the engine, and turned on the heater in the car.

Chi Huan looked out of the car window, the sky was low and gloomy, but the car was warm and quiet, and the drizzle and cold wind were blocked outside the car.

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When I returned to the villa, it was already evening. In winter, the days were originally short, and the sky was dark early, especially when it was rainy and gloomy.

The villa is brightly lit and the heating is on, which is more comfortable than the car.

Changed her shoes and walked in, Ma Li brought a cup of hot tea with sharp eyes, "Miss Chi, it's cold, you will be more comfortable with a cup of hot tea. It's been a while, and it shouldn't be hot now."

Chi Huan took it, with a smile on her lips, "Thank you, Li Ma."

She took a few sips, "Then I will go up and take a bath first."

Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes and stared at her face, "Okay, after washing and eating."

She nodded and slowly went upstairs holding the cup.

The man stood under the bright light, tall and straight, his handsome face under his short hair hardly showed any expression, only a pair of eyes followed the back closely.

It wasn't until she completely disappeared from the field of vision that she withdrew her gaze, walked sideways to the kitchen, and said lightly, "Let the chef sort out the dishes. I'll make it for dinner today."

Chi Huan put a bathtub of hot water in the bathtub, took off his clothes and soaked himself in the water.

When the warm white mist of hot water wrapped the nerve endings all over the body, she felt that her body was very cold because she had been outside for a long time.

The chill that hit her dissipated a lot in the warm water.

Chi Huan sat in the water holding his knees, closing his eyes sleepily, wanting to take a break in the warmth.

After Mo Shiqian made dinner, he went upstairs and asked the woman who hadn't been down for a long time to eat. He opened the bedroom door and saw the woman sitting on the sofa with her knees bent on her back.

She was wearing a plain sweater and her long, half-dry hair dangled wet. She did not read a book, or an ipad or a notebook. She looked at the rain outside the window in a daze.

He walked straight over, possessed, hugged her directly, pressed her face against her delicate and soft face, and said dumbly, "I have eaten."

Chi Huan recovered, glanced at him and nodded, "Okay."

Mo Shiqian stood up straight and stretched out his hand to her.

She looked at the big, well-knotted hand reaching out in front of her eyes. She put her hand on it, put her feet in the mop, and then got up and stood up.

Mo Shiqian cooked a table of dishes, more than enough for two people.

The meal was very quiet, Chi Huan ate very slowly, and it seemed that there was even a strange seriousness, as if he was serious tasting.

The man adapts to her speed and eats slowly, but he is absent-mindedly slow.

Approximately, her attention is on the food, and his attention is on her.

The whole process is quiet and peaceful.

After the meal, Chi Huan sat on the sofa, holding the tea Li Ma made for her in her hand. The wall of the cup was a little hot, but it warmed her palms and fingers.

She lowered her head and looked at the mist floating on the surface of the tea water.

The rain outside seems to be getting heavier and heavier, and you can hear the pattering sound even sitting in the house.

Mo Shiqian looked at her not far behind her for a while, and walked over.

He walked to the coffee table, picked up the remote control, and looked down at the woman who bowed her head in a daze, "Huanhuan, let's watch TV for a while, eh?"

In fact, in today's Internet age, middle-aged and elderly people prefer TV, while the younger generation directly finds everything they want to watch online.

But TV has an advantage that notebooks can't match, that is, lively.

Even with advertisements, there is a lively sense of popularity.

As soon as Chi Huan became quiet, the whole villa seemed to be quiet.

"Don't open it," she raised her head while holding the cup, looked at him, and said slowly, "I want to talk to you."

The man's hand holding the remote control paused, and his fingers gradually became stiff, and then the stiffness spread to the whole body.

There was a dead silence for a few seconds.

Mo Shiqian leaned over slightly, put the remote control back in, and then sat down on a single sofa next to him.

Unlike her casual and at-home, men are still woolen sweaters in overcoats, dark gray, light V-neck, a bit of a nobleman-like elegance, but more calm and gloomy.

"Okay," his voice was clean, like a stream in the late autumn, cool and clear, eyes staring at her calmly and quietly like an abyss, slowly and methodically, "I listen to whatever you want to say , I will do what you ask of me. Your father’s death is indeed because of me, the source is me, and also because of my inadequate protection. I know you are sad and blame yourself and feel very down. If you blame me for blaming me, You can vent it, it doesn't matter if you ignore me..."

The chef has already got home from work, and Ma Li, who is the only one who lives in the villa with them, doesn’t know where to work. The living room is very quiet, which makes the man’s voice deeper and more gentle, “Except for the breakup, other things It's okay."

She obviously talked about it, but she didn't say anything, so he said so much first.

Chi Huan looked at his face, pursed his lips and smiled, "Listen to whatever I want to say, and you can do whatever I ask for... But before I speak, you can stop me from saying break up. Like you."

The typical desire to suppress first, obviously domineering is not superficial, but it is clearly a strength buried in the bones.

Mo Shiqian's constricted eyes made waves a little bit, and his low-pitched voice became tense, "Are you going to break up?"

Looking at him, Chi Huan felt some emotions stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or vomit out.

"I didn't blame you, nor blame you... This matter is not your fault," she smiled softly as she looked at the steamy tea, "I made the choice, and of course I was responsible for it. I can't blame you."

Who is to blame?

She doesn't know who to blame, Lawrence?

She put the water cup on the coffee table, fingers interspersed and wringed each other, "I... these days are very tired, my heart is very confused, my mind is also very confused... I don't know how to face myself, so I don't know... How should I face you..."

"So?"

The man stared at her tightly. Does she still want to break up?

If she had to break up...

This sentence passed through his mind, bringing out waves and a little uncontrollable panic.

But he immediately calmed down, his thoughts were clear and cold.

He won't divide it, anyway.

Chi Huan looked at his eyes, opened her mouth several times without making a sound, and finally said softly, "I want to be quiet..."

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