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

That's how I asked, Chi Huan actually didn't expect to hear the three words I love you from his mouth.

Sometimes, she felt that she couldn't even imagine it.

He said I love you, what would it be like.

He is such a cold and indifferent man, maybe he will never say love in his life.

It's just that things are impermanent.

Chi Huan couldn't think of how impermanent things can be in this second.

She imagined countless scenes and appearances where he said I love you.

But what she waited for did not belong to one of these countless species.

Mo Shiqian looked at her deeply and did not speak for a long time.

At this moment, the waiter opened the door and came in to serve the dishes. When they saw them sitting in a hug, they were embarrassed at first, and then pretended not to see them, and brought them up freely.

Chi Huan still got up and returned to his position, this time the man did not stop.

The same dishes were served.

The rich scent permeates the entire box, and it smells hungry.

After the waiter brought all the dishes to the door, Chi Huan picked up the spoon and slowly served the soup to himself, and said with a natural and ordinary expression, "No beautiful flowers, no expensive diamonds carefully prepared, and no Speakable love... I just marry you like this, it doesn't seem too cheap."

?Until she filled a small bowl of soup, slowly scooped it with a spoon, and in the heat, he said faintly, "If there are beautiful flowers and expensive diamonds, would you be willing to put on a wedding dress? "

Chi Huan bit the spoon and thought for a while, then tilted his head and smiled softly, "Maybe."

These two words sound like perfunctory, but they are the result of her consideration.

Regarding marriage, she is actually very cautious. At least for now, she has no determination to marry him desperately.

But think about it, getting married will make their relationship stronger, and she will be tempted. After all, the longer she spends with him, the more she wants to be with him all the time.

The whole dinner time is harmonious.

The two had very little communication throughout the whole process, and they ate quietly, but with the snowy river outside the window, they would not feel embarrassed or bored. Instead, there was a rare quiet atmosphere.

After the meal, they left hand in hand.

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As soon as I got out of the box, we met on a narrow road.

In the dark corridor, a slender man stood in the middle of the road, with a newly lit eye between his fingers, squinting to see them approaching.

He was mistaken for Mo Shiqian before, but later he was angry because of his own man and had no time to take care of others.

At this time, it was considered a little closer.

This man is the most elegant man among all the nobles she has ever seen.

A suit is ironed meticulously, without any wrinkles, it is a private order that cannot be called a brand, low-key but extremely sophisticated, handsome, elegant, gentleman, and extravagant.

More is that it cannot be described in words... a feeling of-Blue-blood.

In this dark, quiet and deep corridor, the invisible aura permeated to the end.

He looks so similar to Mo Shiqian, and Chi Huan has actually guessed who he might be.

However, Mo Shiqian wanted to pay attention to his intentions. Chi Huan's hand was held in his palm, so he didn't say anything, and obediently followed him.

When passing by, the man's elegant and magnetic voice rang lowly, "Miss Chi, my wife wants you to have coffee."

Chi Huan glanced at the man who was holding him, but stopped.

His wife?

Unexpectedly, she saw the beautiful woman who arrived late at Larry's house that night. She remembered Song Shu saying that the eldest son of the Lawrence family married a well-known celebrity.

Wen Yi?

Chi Huan raised her head to look at the man next to her, pursing her lips, "Last time I was at Larry's house, she saved me."

Mo Shiqian glanced at the man from the corner of his eye, only looked down at her and said lightly, "Drink coffee at night, you don't need to sleep?"

The gentle and gentle voice was not far away, slowly, "Then drink juice."

A woman in a light lotus-colored dress came out from the end of the corridor, probably just going to the bathroom.

Wen Yi walked straight to Chi Huan, with a smile on her face, "I wanted to make an appointment with you, but now that I met... it's better to sit together... drink some coffee or wine?"

Chi Huan looked at her, was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and smiled faintly, "Okay, it's not everyone's honor to have coffee with the president and wife of Clod-Summer."

This time, she did not look at Mo Shiqian, and naturally did not ask for his opinion.

Wen Yi turned to look at Mo Shiqian and said with a smile, "Little Mo, are you with us?"

The man did not speak, took Chi Huan's hand and walked directly to the front.

Behind him, Wen Yi looked at the hand they were holding naturally, and the calm eyes suddenly burst into a trance...

It's so sweet.

Think about it, after two or three years of marriage, she lost one of her children, but she hasn't held hands with a man. Every time she attended an event, she held her "husband" arm in strict accordance with social etiquette.

But this trance was only a matter of seconds, and her face was still gentle and quiet.

At the moment when she was in a trance, a hand had reached her, and the gentle voice of the man followed, "Wen Yi."

She lowered her head and glanced at the big hand.

She only took a look, she stepped on thin high heels, stepped over him, and kept up with the steps of the two in front.

The gentle eyes of the man behind suddenly changed, his lips pressed tightly, his eyes swept through the dark, his long legs followed up with her, his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, and the voice popped from his throat. There was a deep anger, "When are you going to have trouble with me?"

The woman drooped her eyebrows and her face with light makeup was even more faint, "I am saddling your Lawrence family. Do you think I am arguing with you?"

He sneered, "Don't think I didn't know that you ran to Lancheng to find Mo Shiqian, just want to find a reason to stay away from me."

Wen Yi raised his head and smiled softly at him, "Since you know, why do you chase me and bother me?"

"Wen, barley."

Except for the door of the restaurant, the cold wind was blowing.

Wen Yi stood at the door, watching the man who looked cold and indifferent, carefully putting the hat of her coat on her head for Chi Huan, not even the hair strands forgotten not to go in.

In the wind, he could hear his stern reprimand, "From tomorrow, you will either stay at home for me or go out in a down jacket."

The girl put her hand in the man's coat pocket and curled her mouth and said, "I still wear the down jacket, do you wear it? Your behavior is typical of only allowing state officials to set fires and not allowing people to light up lights... I still have scarves. Well, look at yourself, what are you wearing."

Mo Shiqian, "..."

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