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

"Oh, I came to the crew to play a guest role in the afternoon, just finished, I am going home."

There was a short silence on the phone for a few seconds, and the man said in an ordinary tone, "I will send An Ke an address, let her take you there, and eat out tonight.

For this, Chi Huan has no opinion, "Okay."

"see you later."

"Bye."

Putting the phone back in his bag, when Chi Huan walked to Ferrari, An Ke had already opened the car door first, "Miss Chi, Mr. Mo asked me to take you to a restaurant near 1999."

"He told me, go."

Chi Huan bent over to get into the car, An Ke also returned to the driver's seat, and the white Ferrari reversed and started.

The sky is still dark, and the snow has not melted yet.

An Ke glanced at the woman sitting in the back seat from the rearview mirror, and suddenly said, "Miss Chi seems to be in a good mood today."

She was startled and blinked, "Is there any?"

An Ke nodded, "It should be the best day after your father passed away."

Chi Huan pursed his lips when he heard the words, smiled, and said nothing.

Probably it is true.

Before the death of her father, although she chose to stay with Mo Shiqian, there was always a stalk in her heart.

Later, because of Beth, she became even more depressed.

When I woke up this morning, I felt like I finally got rid of the clouds.

The car drove all the way to the valley house near 1999.

Chi Huan pushed the car door and said to An Ke, "I will go back with him later, you don't have to wait for me."

An Ke nodded, "Okay, Miss Chi, you need to call me."

After getting out of the car, a biting cold wind blew over. She shrank her shoulders, gathered her scarf together, and was about to walk inside. She accidentally caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of her eyes.

He was tall and tall, wearing a valuable black formal suit, and the same black coat on the outside. He should have just got out of the car, holding a mobile phone in his hand, and lowering his head slightly. It should be someone calling.

From Chi Huan's perspective, only his profile can be seen, Ying is perfect.

The man answered the phone and walked into the valley house.

She immediately waved and shouted, "Mo Shiqian."

The man may be listening to the phone without noticing, the long legs are walking steadily.

Chi Huan stepped on high heels, accelerated his pace and chased up, hugging the man's arm directly from behind, while complaining, "I call you, why don't you ignore me..."

Probably because of being hugged suddenly, the man stopped and looked down at the girl who did not know where he came from.

Chi Huan's voice stopped abruptly, and when she saw the face of the man she was holding, she was instantly stunned.

Before she could take her hand back, a gloomy man's voice rang behind her, "Chi Huan, who are you holding?"

Mo Shiqian's face was almost ashen, and the anger on his face was clearer than ever before. No one could see that he was angry.

As soon as he saw from the car, he found Chi Huan running after a man——

He could see her back, whether it was a bloated down jacket or not a single strand.

Then, before he could follow up, I saw her hugging the man she was chasing.

The anger in my heart burned into a prairie fire almost immediately.

Hearing this voice, Chi Huan immediately wanted to let go of his hand, but there was a sharp pain in his wrist.

She turned and looked up to meet the man's black eyes.

Suddenly's deep and indifferent eyes were clusters of faint blue flames at this time, staring at her as if they were about to burn her. Every line of the outline was tight, showing his anger and patience at this time.

Chi Huan had never seen him look so angry.

To be precise, she rarely saw him angry.

Especially for her anger, this is almost the first time.

Her heart contracted violently, and she threw herself into his arms without thinking about it.

Her wrist was still pinched by him, with dull pain.

She raised her head in his arms, somewhat scornful, and somewhat aggrieved, "I admit the wrong person..."

Mo Shiqian looked at her like this, his face was even more expressionless, so gloomy as to drip water.

But still let go of her wrist, embraced her with one hand, then raised her head and looked at the man who stood in front of him and was almost the same height as him.

The eyes met, all staring.

An undercurrent rushed through both eyes at the same time.

Chi Huan felt that although she had mistakenly admitted that her boyfriend was wrong, but... they really looked like...

They are all about 1.87 meters tall, they are all standard male models, and they are all expensive and elegant formal coats.

And... it's all black.

The same aura of cool tones.

The more important and the most critical point is that their profile--

Almost exactly the same.

Of course, if you look at the front face, you won't be confused at all.

Mo Shiqian took the lead to withdraw his gaze lightly, holding the woman in his arms and walking inside.

At the moment when the two figures were passing by, another man murmured softly, "I asked the secretary to make an appointment with you, but I didn't have time to reply to me, are you... busy?"

Mo Shiqian paused and said lightly, "Of course I have a woman to accompany me."

Chi Huan, "..."

The man lowered his eyes and glanced at Chi Huan lightly, with a playful smile on his lips, "The woman who had an ambiguous gossip about the former heel actor and the wrong boyfriend on her back foot?"

Chi Huan pursed his lips and looked at him unhappy.

What is it to sow discord.

Mo Shiqian's hands on Chi Huan's waist tightened calmly, but his thin lips sneered, and said calmly, "Your wife who tried to get out of the wall in order to divorce you, not now Is your wife?"

The man's face changed slightly and sank.

Although Chi Huan could not accurately understand the conversation between them, he still clearly smelled an invisible smell of gunpowder.

Mo Shiqian led her in.

This time, the man did not stop.

Chi Huan's hand was held in the palm of the man.

He didn't say a word, didn't even glance at her, let alone lowered his head to talk to her.

She looked at her secretly and found that the line of his jaw was tight and cold.

She pursed her lips, rubbed his head against his arm, and looked at him baba, "Are you angry?"

The man ignored her and directly followed the incoming waiter, "Box."

"Okay, sir, please here."

Until he was seated in the box, Mo Shiqian didn't talk to her, talk, or look at her straightly.

He looked down at the menu, his face was still cold and smelly.

She leaned her face over, and said in a coquettish tone, "I'm sorry...you really look a bit like you, I thought it was you...I promise you will never admit your mistakes next time, don't be angry. "

The man's slender fingers flipped through the menu as if she didn't exist.

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