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

It was late at night, and his body was still a little sleepy after all, he still lay down and hugged the body of the woman who had been asleep.

One night passed.

When Chi Huan got up the next morning, he found that the gloomy sky had finally cleared.

The sun was shining and golden light poured into the room.

Gives a visually warm feeling.

After washing her routine, she changed her clothes and was about to come down for breakfast, but when she brought the door, the corner of her eye accidentally caught a glimpse of the study door diagonally opened slightly.

There was a faint voice.

She was startled, Mo Shiqian didn't go to work at the company?

Chi Huan walked towards the door of the man's study. As soon as he approached, he heard the sound of Fengxing.

She poked her head and looked in through the part of the door that was not fully closed.

In front of the French windows of the study, there are two chairs.

Mo Shiqian had always been upright, but his body was slightly leaned back, his hands casually placed on the armrests.

The wind speed is a casual gesture.

The blue and white smoke shrouded in the sun.

Only this time it was Mo Shiqian who smoked, and the half-burnt cigarette was caught between his fingers.

Feng Xing chuckled, his lazy tone mixed with playfulness, "She said she doesn't remember anything, do you believe it?"

Mo Shiqian's voice was so indifferent that there were no warmth and waves, "Otherwise."

"She is an actor, and she has good acting skills."

They turned their backs to her and did not notice her existence.

She also couldn't see the expression on the man's face at this time.

Mo Shiqian did not speak for a long time.

Feng Xing turned his head to look at him, "If the monitoring hasn't been changed or the one inside is indeed her, then there are only a few possibilities. She took the initiative to privately meet Pei Yi, then it is estimated that it was really a Spring Festival..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Mo Shiqian's sullen eyes.

"..."

Feng Xing said, "Why are you staring at me? I just analyzed the possibility, but I didn't say that it must be the case. You still didn't tell anyone?"

Mo Shiqian was expressionless, brought the cigarette between his fingers to his lips, and took another sip.

"Either she was coerced by others, someone threatened her to do that, deliberately photographed for surveillance, the final possibility is that her mind and consciousness were controlled by others, nothing more than being hypnotized."

Mo Shiqian slowly exhaled smoke between his lips and nose, and said faintly, "I have carefully watched and investigated everyone who approached her or spoke to her that night..."

"What are you doing so hard to do? Just find a reliable hypnotist and force her to remember."?

Mo Shiqian lowered his eyebrows and stared at the cigarette butt.

This is the simplest and most direct method, he certainly thought about it.

If she was hypnotized, as long as she was a better hypnotist, she would probably be able to awaken her memories that night.

just……

Outside the door, Chi Huan retreated.

She turned and leaned against the wall.

Chi Huan lowered her head, her dark seaweed-like long hair hanging down, making it impossible to see the look on her face clearly, her fine white teeth biting her lip heavily, and her neatly trimmed fingers digging in. Palm.

Unravel...hypnosis...

She closed her eyes, calmed her chaotic breathing, and turned and walked downstairs.

In the study.

Feng Xing raised her eyebrows and said with a sneer, "You wouldn't be... I'm afraid that she said that forgetting is fake, so dare not let people hypnotize her?"

"No," Mo Shiqian slowly exhaled smoke, and after a while he said lightly, "She has psychological trauma and has been under hypnotherapy."

…………

When Mo Shiqian followed Fengxing downstairs, Chi Huan was still having breakfast in the dining room.

He waited until Feng Xing drove away before turning to the restaurant.

The woman raised her head to look at him when she heard the movement. She was biting the Xiaolongbao and said vaguely, "You are at home."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Mama Li didn't tell you?"

Chi Huan's eyes flickered, but it almost flickered.

She lowered her eyebrows and said nonchalantly, "Maybe I said, I didn't care much."

The man frowned, his expression very unhappy at this sentence.

He was standing by the dining table, long and stern, looking down at the woman who was eating breakfast.

She tied her long hair into loose balls, and occasionally a few strands of broken hair fell on her forehead. She drank glutinous rice porridge with a spoon in one hand, and squeezed the steamed bun with the other hand.

Eating is not very elegant and expensive, but it is not rude, people are good-looking, and eating is naturally seductive.

"When you finish breakfast, we will get the certificate."

This is very plain, plain like saying that we are eating out at noon.

Chi Huan was sluggish for three seconds before suddenly stopping the action of bowing his head to prepare to drink porridge.

She put the spoon back into the bowl and looked up at the standing man, "What?"

"marry."

She didn't respond for a long while, because she didn't even know what kind of response should be made.

After carefully sorting out her thoughts, she understood the outline, and her red lips pulled out a soft smile, "Why are you suddenly getting married?"?

The man asked back, "Suddenly?"

It does not seem to be sudden.

Because this is not only the first time he mentioned marriage, but also the number of times he has not known.

But before, it was always mentioned and asked.

This time he was ready to act.

Chi Huan looked into his eyes and asked, "Is my suspicion eliminated? Have your doubts about me completely disappeared?"

After a while, he said faintly, "We will get married sooner or later. Since you didn't do anything but don't remember, there is no contradiction between this matter and our marriage."

Logically speaking, it seems to be the past.

His logic always kept her from finding loopholes.

Chi Huan lowered his head, picked up the spoon she put down again, and stirred the half bowl of porridge in the bowl like a boring one.

After a while, she shook her head.

Mo Shiqian looked at her and shook his head, frowning heavily, and asked in a deep voice with a strained voice, "You don't want to marry me?"

She propped her chin and looked at him a little funny, "Oh, then why do you think I don't want to marry you?"

Why not?

The man's eyes gathered clear darkness and coldness, and the perfectly curved jaw line also showed tightness.

"Think I like others?"

"No."

He spit out these two words suddenly following her voice, cut it down like a sharp blade, without any hesitation.

Just too quick and decisive...

On the contrary, it is not like Mo Shiqian's style.

He has always been indifferent and methodical.

Chi Huan asked puzzlingly, "You can't talk about believing me categorically in your heart. Why do you force yourself to accept me in a way of getting married?"

Mo Shiqian's eyebrows were deep, and he smiled faintly, "Why do you think I am forcing myself to accept you?"

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