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

You can guess who is coming almost without thinking about it.

She sometimes feels that Mo Shiqian is very attached to her.

But after deliberation, she couldn't understand why his persistence originated.

Love?

Or is he persistent in character?

Chi Huan got up and went to open the door.

Sure enough, the tall and tall man stood at the door, carrying...well, many things, and all you can see at a glance is many dishes.

Chi Huan, "..."

She glanced at what he was holding, "Are you free today, or are you going to come every day if I don't let your chef come to cook for me?"

The man said lightly, "I'll come when I have time."

Chi Huan turned sideways to let him in, and then took out his slippers from the shoe cabinet, and then reached out to pick up the things in his hand.

He glanced at her hand, put all the bags on the carpet in the hallway, and said casually, "It's too heavy."

As soon as the man's tall body bent down, Chi Huan could see the snowflakes falling on his coat, "You take your clothes off and hang them here, I will pour you water."

As soon as Chi Huan turned around, the man stopped her from behind, "Huanhuan."

She turned her head, "Huh?"

Then she saw the handsome and indifferent man in a very imposing black coat, flipping through a pair of vegetables, and found out, um...

One, no, two...roses, took them out and handed them to her.

His expression was quite unnatural, but he forced a cold face, "I remember that you have a vase in your house, and it's just right to have two flowers."

Chi Huan looked at it for a while, stretched out his hand to take it, and couldn't help but smile, "Are you... buying food as a gift?"

Mo Shiqian, "..."

The man's handsome face turned dark, he ignored her, lowered his head and picked up the vegetables on the ground, his face still cold.

"Could it be that you bought...but two...is one get one free?"

Chi Huan has collected a lot of roses.

One, nine, ninety-nine, nine hundred and ninety-nine.

The only one that has not received two.

Is it really like a grocery shopping or buy one get one free...

Mo Shiqian carried the vegetables and entered the kitchen with a black face.

The flower seller really didn't have the level of giving flowers. He had known that he should buy a large bunch-it was because he was holding the vegetables in his hand, he thought that he could not hold a large bunch of flowers, so he gave up this idea.

Chi Huan still put the flowers in the vase and sprinkled some water.

It was snowing outside the window, and the apartment was clean and unpopular.

These two roses are placed in the living room. They are bright and vibrant, which brightens the eyes and adds a good mood inexplicably.

Good things always make people happy.

After fiddling with the flowers, Chi Huan turned around and made a cup of tea, and gave it to the man who entered the kitchen as soon as he came. "You can drink it when it gets colder. What do you want me to do for you?"

The man looked at her, was silent for a few seconds, and said, "Come and kiss me."

Chi Huan, "..."

He probably thought she was not very happy, and he said lightly, "A kiss is fine."

She turned and walked out.

The man looked at her back with a gloomy expression.

Chi Huan went back to the living room, picked up the book he had put down, and continued reading.

But looking at it, I still couldn't get in, so I threw it aside, and turned on the TV with the remote control.

Some noises came from the kitchen in bits and pieces, and after an unknown amount of time, a fragrance gradually came out.

Chi Huan originally ate something casually at noon, and when he smelled it, he felt a little hungry.

But she was a little embarrassed when she was sitting on the sofa listening to the man's busy work inside...

He helped her cook the noodles in the morning, packed her luggage in the morning, helped her move and sent her over in person, and then went to the company to work, and he would come over to make her dinner after work...

Although she didn't ask for these, and even if he didn't want her to do it himself, he could assign servants, drivers, and chefs to most of them. He chose to do it himself...

But, uh... if the bystander looks like she is too lazy...

She watched the noisy variety shows on TV, thinking in a daze...If he hadn't been for Lawrence's son, how good he was, making money and staying at home...

Estimated about the time, she still got up and walked towards the kitchen.

As soon as he walked to the door, the man heard her footsteps and didn't even look at her. He said faintly, "Take two bowls out to serve rice. The bowls have been useless for a long time. Rinse them with hot water."

"okay."

She took two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks, went to the faucet that was running away from Taiwan to re-wash, and then served the rice.

Turning on the rice cooker, a man's low voice rang behind him, "Don't be hot."

Chi Huan, "..."

She is not mentally retarded.

It is impossible for Mo Shiqian's taciturn temperament for nearly 20 years to suddenly become more talkative. In the past few days, Chi Huan has basically been talking back to him, and hardly speaks actively.

So the whole dinner is rich, delicious, and quiet.

Fortunately, the atmosphere is not very embarrassing, it is comfortable and comfortable, and the boiling soup braves the white mist, rendering a feeling of tranquility in the years.

After the meal, Chi Huan consciously said, "Go back first. If it's too late, the snow on the road will be deeper and it is not safe to drive. I can clean up and wash myself later."

Mo Shiqian only glanced at her and ignored her words.

The kitchen was cleaned up by him, as if he had never used it.

Chi Huan originally thought he was going to stay late, even... staying here overnight, because it was dangerous to drive on slippery roads in the rain.

But after drinking half a cup of tea and resting for a while, he got up, "I'll be here tomorrow."

She nodded, "Oh, be careful on the way."

Mo Shiqian picked up the coat hung on the hanger and put it on his body. Halfway through wearing it, he suddenly paused. He turned his head to look at her and frowned, "You didn't text me today."

Chi Huan was taken aback, but didn't react for a while, "Huh?"

The man stared at her deeply and patiently reminded, "You said this morning, you will text me."

Only then did Chi Huan remember what she said this morning--

[You can call me... I will also text you when I have time, and I can also eat together if I have time... It’s fine for me to move out, temporarily like other lovers who are not living together... OK? 】

She pursed her lips, "But I'm at home all day, so I'm fine looking for you."

The man was displeased, "You said you have time to send text messages, and you have time all day today, but you didn't send a single message."

Chi Huan, "..."

He did call her at noon and asked her if she had lunch and what she was doing. He talked dryly for a few minutes...

"Well, then you go back first, and when you are almost home, I will text you."

Sending a text message before going to bed is almost enough to say good night.

He really doesn’t have a clear definition of himself, with his noble, cold and gracious texting style...If it’s not something to say, but to chat...

Ha ha.

It took him sixty times a minute to forgive him before talking.

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