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

He raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch, and said faintly, "I don't have any extra time to waste on you. If you don't open this mouth today, I will come again in a week."

The man kneeling on the carpet wore black trousers. Even if he was soaked in blood, he could only see the dark color.

His hair is messy, there are bruises on his face, especially his lips are very dry, as if he hasn't drunk water for a long time, his white dander is turned up, and he looks embarrassed.

Long time and unknown fear, these two things can most consume a person's spirit and mind.

"President Mo..." The man on the ground raised his head, "Who made me do this... shouldn't you know it well?"

"of course."

"Then why do you have to tell you in person?"

Mo Shiqian raised his hand, and the bodyguard in black came over, holding the DV in his hand, facing the man on the ground.

He spoke indifferently and calmly, "It's not me you want to tell, it's the person who told you to do this."

As soon as the man's face changed, he immediately understood what he meant.

I know that there are certain things that I know, but even if the two countries are fighting, they need an excuse to send troops, let alone torn their faces, and need a reason enough to put them on the table.

He said with a horrified expression, "Mr. Mo, you should also be aware that if I say, even if you let me go, the chairman will not let me go, so what's the difference if I don't say it?"

Mo Shiqian lit a cigarette with a lighter, took a long sip, and then spit it out unhurriedly. When he spoke again, his voice seemed to be soaked in smoke, with a rustle of depression, "The difference may be that you treat him at all. It's useless. You either die or live. Here, you can't die if you want to die. To live is worse than a dog."

When he finished speaking, the face of the man on the ground was already pale, his eyes lost focus, and he was extremely flustered.

The man's indifferent voice resounded from above, "Give you time to consider this cigarette."

………………

When Mo Shiqian drove back to the villa, he received a text message from the woman.

[The flowers are dying. 】

He lowered his eyes and scanned the words on the screen, and the appearance of her editing this short message appeared involuntarily in front of him, and his lips couldn't help but lift a smile.

He did not reply to the text message, and put the phone back into the pocket of his coat.

Chi Huan was reading in the study when the car's engine sounded outside.

About the time when Mo Shiqian changed shoes and went upstairs, she put down the book in her hand and got up to go out. As expected, she just met the man from the stairs to the corridor.

She was stunned before opening the door with one foot.

Some stood there in a daze.

Mo Shiqian walked towards her with a calm and even step.

Holding a bunch of...oversized red roses.

She looked up at him, pursing her lips and asked, "Aren't they two? How come it has become such a big bunch?"

She didn't bring much from the famous mansion No. 10, but she brought the vase with roses specially, and it is now on the desk in the study.

Just looking at the time, thinking that he was coming back soon, and seeing the roses that were about to wither, she sent him a text message.

The man looked at her with a low eye, took two payouts from it without hesitation, handed it to her, and said lightly, "Go and change it."

"..."

Chi Huan doesn't know why, so why do you buy such a big bunch?

She curled her lips slightly, and took the two, turning around and muttering, "Since I bought two in the beginning, it's better to follow the tradition. I can't put in so many vases. I like two. of……"

She said so, but she took out the withered roses from the vase and inserted two new replacements.

After a good change, she was about to take off the dried petals and store them all in a big pot she bought specially.

But as soon as he turned around, the whole person was completely shocked.

The rose that had been replaced fell from his hand and fell to the floor.

Because the man knelt in front of her on one knee.

Every time he mentions marriage, it's the same as discussing daily things. Chi Huan has long been used to it, and even thought that this was probably his style.

She had never thought that one day he would really kneel in front of her with flowers and a ring, and propose to her.

Mo Shiqian looked up and looked at her somewhat ignorant and blank face.

When she was at home, she wore her long hair casually, and the dresses on her body were also very plain. She looked like a simple and charming little woman.

"Since you said that you love me, I have been thinking about what love is, until today, I don’t know what it is in the definition of others, but I’m sure, I want to open my eyes every morning I can see you. I hope you will always need my care. I want everyone to know that Chi Huan is my woman—"

His voice is low and slow, like a stream of water under the moonlight, so clear that every word will be attached to her heart, and even the way he speaks is handsome and exciting.

"If I have love, that should be it for me, so marry me, eh?"

The flower was the bouquet from which two roses had just been drawn, and the ring was the one she had accidentally seen in his suitcase.

Probably he bought it specially when he went to France.

Chi Huan didn't speak for a long time.

She stared at him blankly for a long time before she seemed to react.

After opening his mouth several times, he couldn't spit out any definite answers.

At last she said, "You are so cliché."

She never thought that she held back such a sentence for a long time. Mo Shiqian waited for a long time and frowned.

He threw the flower on the desk, instead of standing up, he reached out and took out the ring from the ring box, and picked up her left hand that was hanging beside her.

Put the ring on her ring finger.

Looking down at the appearance of him wearing a ring to himself, the heartbeat that has interfered with her thoughts and emotions has not stopped, but has become more and more powerful.

"How can you be like this? I haven't agreed yet."

Saying that, she even forgot the gesture of pulling her hand back.

What's more, the man squeezed her hand. If he didn't let go, she wouldn't be able to withdraw it.

Mo Shiqian was not tepid, "I walked a street behind you in Licheng. Don't think that I really kneel on one knee and propose marriage. You can rely on it. I just satisfy your right and pleasure of being proposed as a woman. , In fact, you agreed long ago."

Chi Huan, "..."

After wearing the ring, he stood up.

She looked down at the ring.

Before she could say anything, a man's faint warning sounded above her head, "Don't take it down, otherwise I will go back and fix it and lock you."

Chi Huan, "..."

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