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

Chi Huan naturally understood what this meant.

For such a thing, she could neither do anything nor give strong advice. After sighing in her heart, she leaned over and picked up the tea cup and held it in her hand.

Mo Shiqian returned without waiting much time.

He looked very pale, except for some tiredness and depression, no other emotions could be seen from him.

When he entered the door, Chi Huan brought a cup of hot tea and walked over to him, and said softly, "It's cold outside, you can drink something hot."

The man glanced at her...

However, I didn't see each other for less than one night and one day, but there was an illusion of being separated for a long time.

Mo Shiqian took the steaming tea with one hand, and with the other hand, she held the hand that was holding the quilt, and held her small, weak boneless hand in his palm.

Although he can barely get off the ground, he still uses a wheelchair to help him recover from the wound.

Chi Huan took the cup in his hand, "Let's go to dinner, when you are ready, I will wait for you to come back."

"it is good."

Mo Shiqian held her hand and didn't mean to let it go. Chi Huan didn't forcibly pull it out, but handed the cup to Fengxing who stood up.

Feng Xing glanced at her, then at Mo Shiqian, sneered from his throat, but still took the cup.

The three were seated one by one in the restaurant.

When they talked, Chi Huan didn't mean to interrupt. He just picked up the spoon and quietly filled the man with a bowl of bone soup specially boiled in the kitchen, saying that it was healing the wound.

Fengxing picked up the chopsticks and scanned the dishes on the table.

In the end, squinting his eyes, his eyes finally fell on the vegetables closest to him, and he said with a smile but a smile, "Why does your chef seem to be a bit uneven?"

Mo Shiqian originally looked down at the woman who was giving him soup with a spoonful of soup on his side. He raised his head and followed his gaze.

A table of dishes prepared by a five-star chef, mixed with one or two plates of novice's work, can almost be seen at a glance.

Chi Huan put the soup in the man's hand, and when he raised his head just to meet his dark eyes, as if to **** her in, he said in a low voice, "Are you still cooking?"

She was a little bit ridiculous when he saw her, "Well... I practiced cooking when I was fine, and only did two things."

Mo Shiqian's gaze fell on her finger, "The band-aid on your hand was cut by a kitchen knife?"

There is a band-aid on the index finger of her left hand.

He noticed her at first sight when he came in.

"It's okay, it's broken a bit, Li Ma insists on sticking it to me."

The man hummed, raised his hand and saw that the two plates of vegetables were relatively ordinary from the front of Fengxing to his front, and said faintly, "Next time you want to practice, ask them to cut the vegetables, you Just stir fry whatever you want."

Isn't that just playing house...

Feng Xing glanced at them, and said while he was holding the soup, "Just stir fry, your hands will be splashed by oil stars, and if you are stupid, you can order the kitchen."

Chi Huan, "..."

Mo Shiqian looked down at Chi Huan, and said after a few seconds, "So, you still don't want to enter the kitchen. The oven may be safer. If you are fine, you should learn to make cakes."

Chi Huan, "..."

She raised her face and looked at him with some traces of displeasure in her eyes.

In the end, she lowered her head, picked up her chopsticks and ate the rice, and responded boredly.

Mo Shiqian saw her unhappiness, but didn't know what she was upset--

Going into the kitchen to cook is never something she likes to do or even sneers at?

Feng Xing drank the soup, looked at them lazily, and said casually, "Don't you know that a woman needs to be praised, especially if she clearly loves you and wants to do something for you."

Chi Huan, "..."

She raised her head and glared at him, "Eat."

Was poked, and became angry from shame.

Feng Xing smiled, too lazy to expose her.

Chi Huan was about to lower his head to continue eating, when the breath of man suddenly enveloped.

She tilted her head, and her soft lips fell on her face.

Mo Shiqian raised his hand and touched her head, acting intimately, whispering in a voice that almost only two people can hear, "Wait for a while, I will compensate you."

The unhappiness in her heart dissipated a lot, and she looked up and smiled at him, "Then you eat more of what I made."

He lifted his lips and smiled back.

During the meal, I would naturally talk about Muxi's affairs, because it was originally because of this.

Feng Xing did not reveal any expressions, but asked with an ordinary expression, "What are you going to do?"

The man methodically said indifferently, "Tomorrow afternoon, I will go to Brazil to redeem people. The time has already been arranged. The Chinese and American troops stationed there, as well as the international police, have also contacted."

Feng Xing raised his brows, "You... borrowed from Clod-Summer?"

His thin lips twitched slightly, and said lightly, "I have been with Stanford for four years. It's rare to know a few people who are in the military?"

"..."

"You want to redeem people yourself?"

"of course."

Feng Xing squinted his eyes, "Okay, the money is ready."

…………

After the meal, the two chatted on the sofa in the living room for almost an hour, before Feng Xing went home first.

At night, after Chi Huan helped the man scrub his body and helped him go to bed, she was about to take the clothes to take a shower. Just as she was about to enter the bathroom, her mobile phone rang on the small table in front of the single sofa.

She looked back and saw that the screen was on. Someone should have called.

After hesitating for a second, he chose to turn back to answer the phone.

What lights up on the screen... is it popular?

He looking for her?

Could it be that they were taking a shower in the bathroom just now, and the call to Mo Shiqian was not received?

Thinking that way, she still answered the phone neatly.

Before she could speak, Feng Xing lowered her voice and spoke first, "You don't need to speak, and don't tell Shi Qian... At two o'clock in the morning, come out, I'll wait for you at the door of your villa-- "

After a moment, he added word by word, "Don't let him find out."

After saying this, the phone was cut off.

Chi Huan was still a little ignorant while holding the phone.

But she was facing the window, so Mo Shiqian couldn't see her face, nor could she see her strange expression. He just saw that she answered the phone but never said a word, so he asked, "Whose call."

"Oh," Chi Huan came back to his senses, put the phone down and turned to look at him, calmly said, "It seems that I have made a wrong call, and I said a bunch of inexplicable things and hung up...I Go take a shower."

Mo Shiqian's thoughts were originally in the notebook, and he didn't care much, so he just said something.

Chi Huan carried the clothes into the bathroom, twisted the flowers and sprinkled them.

Two o'clock in the morning?

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