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

He got up and overturned all the dining table that had just been eaten for a few minutes, his thin lips closed together, and the knuckles of his fingers rang, and said gloomily, "Have I ever said, don't touch my woman? ?"

Compared to his anger, Lawrence only appeared old and indifferent, "If you haven't asked a word or understood anything, you are sure that I let someone frame her? Shi Qian, a woman worthy of your trust?"

Mo Shiqian's thin lips showed a dark sneer, "The woman who moved me behind her back wants me to work for your family?"

"Don't say it too early, you just have too few women before you think that women are loyal..."

Before Lawrence could finish speaking, the slender and stern man had already turned around first, and strode towards the outside.

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Fly back to China by the nearest plane.

I made a call to Fengxing on the way to the airport.

Before saying it clearly, Feng Xing had already started lazily, "I said you went abroad, why don't you take her with you? You two are really not idle."

The man half-closed his eyes, his voice was indifferent and cold, "Where is she?"

"An Ke sent her home."

After being quiet, he said lightly, "How is she?"

Fengxing paused for a moment, then smiled and asked, "Which way?"

Mo Shiqian did not speak.

After a while, I just chatted and smiled, "There is no problem physically, but mentally...you can only wait for you to come back to comfort you."

"Well, before I returned to Lancheng, the surveillance on the cruise ship, the people she had contacted, the things she ate, and the things she had drank, all found out for me."

"This is fine, but..."

"what?"

"Your half-brother and sister-in-law are still in Lancheng. Was this matter directly controlled by your cheap father, or... they were directed by the husband and wife?"

Mo Shiqian did not speak for a while.

If it were them, then things would be a lot more tricky, because Eleven is the president of Clod-Summer, the quasi-heir of the Lawrence family, and his right to speak is only lower than the shareholder meeting.

After a few seconds, he said faintly, "Their husband and wife will not interfere."

[Don't say it too early, you just have too few women before you think that women are loyal. 】

What this means...

He closed his eyes and sneered, implying that... things are not as simple as they seem?

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When Mo Shiqian's plane returned to Lancheng, it was already late at night.

Li Ma knew that he was home at this time, so she prepared a supper in advance.

The man was still changing shoes at the hallway, so she greeted her and asked carefully, "Sir, supper is cooked in the kitchen, I'll bring you a bowl?"

He stood up straight, glanced into the living room, and asked faintly, "Where is Huanhuan?"

Speaking of Chi Huan, Li's mother sighed, "Miss Chi hasn't eaten anything all day since she came back in the morning, so she drank a few sips of water. I went to the bedroom to knock on the door at eleven o'clock and wanted to send something. I ate it, but there was no movement in it, maybe I was asleep."

Mo Shiqian hummed, "Send two supper."

"Hey, good."

The suitcase was placed in the hallway, and the long legs wrapped in black trousers went straight upstairs.

The bedroom was very quiet, no lights were turned on, and it was completely dark.

He didn't turn on the lamp on the ceiling either. Taking advantage of the light in the corridor, he walked directly to the bed and turned on the lamp beside the bed.

The orange light is not bright, but very soft.

Woman lying sideways on the bed with a long green silk pillow.

Her face was also hidden by long hair, and the look on her face could not be seen clearly.

Mo Shiqian stood on the bed for a while, and after a while, he reached out his hand to touch her long hair, and the low sigh seemed like nothing in the dark, "Huanhuan, get up and eat something, eh?"

The soft and cold hand held his hand, her face still showed long hair, and her eyes looked at him in the soft light.

He stared at her with low eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm back, won't you get up and hug me?"

The woman in the quilt came out like a snake, entangled him, and buried her head in his chest.

Mo Shiqian hugged her horizontally.

Chi Huan's arms circled his neck.

He took her to the sofa and sat, still letting her sit on himself.

Just in time, Ma Li knocked the door with the supper.

"Come in."

Ma Li brought white fungus lotus seeds, wontons, small bowls of porridge, a few side dishes and a stack of xiaolongbaos, and put them on the small table in front of them.

"Sir, is there anything else you need?"

"No, you go back to sleep."

"Good sir."

Ma Li retired and did not forget to close the door when she left.

The bedroom was quiet again, and the food was filled with white mist, which was warm enough to make people hungry.

Mo Shiqian used chopsticks to hold a small steamed bun and feed it to her lips, "Mama Li said you haven't eaten anything for a day, and you opened your mouth."

She glanced at him, still opened her mouth to bite, and ate silently.

He looked down at her and asked calmly, "Why don't you eat?"

"No appetite," she raised her face to look at him until she had eaten all the dumplings, her lips pressed, and finally she asked, "Why don't you call me?"

It was very quiet late at night, with unmelted snow outside and comfortable heating in the room.

Mo Shiqian's lips sketched a faint smile, "Do you think about it if you don't call you?"

On the plane, it is of course not possible to make calls.

The man took another dumpling and fed it to her.

This time, Chi Huan didn't open her mouth again, raised her eyes to his dark eyes, and looked for a long time, "You don't ask me anything?"

He said faintly, "I'll find out, don't think about it, huh?"

After being quiet for a while, she asked again, "Then you don't ask...have anything happened between me and Pei Yi?"

Mo Shiqian looked at her without speaking.

The thin lips were a little tight, and the line of the jaw became slightly taut.

There was a brief silence in the bedroom.

Chi Huan said in a low voice, "You don't ask me, you think what happened to him...just like before, I think you have a relationship with Beth, so I dare not ask you."

"Huanhuan."

ask?

How can I ask?

He believed that this was not her intention, nor was it her fault. After she was with him, she kept incurring unjustified disasters.

He bought her economic company, but he also forgot that it was just more convenient for Lawrence to use and send everyone around her.

She looked at him and said aggrieved, "You don't call me or ask me when you come back. Then how can I tell you, nothing happened."

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