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

Afraid of oversleeping and unable to wake up the men around him, Chi Huan stayed up all the time, silently leaning on Mo Shiqian’s chest, adjusting his breathing very smoothly, and entering a state of meditation——

This is somewhat similar to the real state of falling asleep.

Mo Shiqian didn't say that he didn't sleep at all last night, but he hadn't had a solid rest in the hospital last night. He was exhausted physically and mentally, and finally fell back to the bed in his familiar bedroom.

There is also a woman who is familiar and reassuring, he naturally slept a little deeper than usual.

Chi Huan covered the quilt and checked the time with her mobile phone several times. It was only a little bit after one o'clock in the morning, and he slowly moved out of his arms like a snail, took out the quilt, and got out of the bed. Stepped barefoot on the carpet and moved out of the bedroom--

After leaving the door, I waited at the door for nearly five minutes to confirm that the man hadn't waked up. Then he took a sigh of relief. The cat didn't even dare to wake up, so he went downstairs holding the phone.

Send a text message to Fengxing while in the living room.

[Where have you been, I'm downstairs, if you arrive, please go early, I'm afraid he will wake up. 】

Looking at the words "Successful"...

There is a feeling of inexplicable inexplicability, but the buddy with the male ticket.

Almost only a second later, the text message returned in seconds, [come out. 】

It was snowing and not raining, Chi Huan passed a large cotton coat in the cloakroom, wrapped it up, and went straight out.

In the corner of the entrance of the villa, a lamp was lit up high, and the light was dim. In this snowy night, it was lonely and beautiful.

Pagani parked outside the black carved iron door. The body had been covered with a thin layer of snow, and it seemed that it had been parked for a long time.

As soon as she approached the door, Feng Xing pushed the door and got out of the car.

Chi Huan reached out to open the door.

"Okay, don't open it, just say so."

Across the iron gate, it doesn't affect communication anyway. If the door is opened in the middle of the night and some security system is disturbed, it will fall short.

Chi Huan wrapped her overcoat, "Why did you call me out so late?"

Feng Xing's face was very pale, but it was probably cold for a long time. With a cigarette lighted on his lips, he reached out from a small paper bag in the pocket of his coat and passed it to him through the iron door.

Chi Huan frowned, but did not answer, "What is this?"

He took off the cigarette and said calmly, "A special sleeping pill that can sleep for a long time. You can add it to the breakfast and let him eat it in the morning."

Chi Huan looked at the medicine packet, then at Fengxing, pursing his lips, "Are you going to Mexico for him?"

"Ok."

She shook her head. "He won't agree."

Feng Xing squinted his eyes and sneered, "He agrees that I still need medicine?"

The street lamp stretched their figures very long, and he said faintly, “Shi Qian didn’t tell you, but you should also know the degree of danger of this matter. It’s best to bring Muxi back. If something happens temporarily What's wrong... He is injured now, many things are inconvenient."

Chi Huan pursed her lips, "Lawrence won't let him really happen to..."

"So he was injured first, and then Mu Xi was kidnapped. Do you think Lawrence arranged it casually?" He flicked the soot and sneered, "Because he knew I would definitely go for him."

"Can you not be together?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, "When you were kidnapped and your dad paid the ransom, did you take someone?"

"but……"

Feng Xing interrupted her directly, "No, but Chi Huan, if you don't want him to die, you must take this medicine."

She bit her lip. "Is it so dangerous?"

He smiled faintly, "If it's not dangerous, he might just let me go."

Because of the danger, I can only go by myself.

Chi Huan took a step back. Her mind was confused, a little panicked, and a little tangled, but she still subconsciously refused, "No...No, if you have something wrong, he will be more painful than her own."

It is impossible to say that she will not waver.

Danger is one thing, but the problem now is not danger, but... he was already badly injured.

She was more afraid of Mo Shiqian's injury than anyone, let alone death.

She couldn't even think about it.

But how could someone like Mo Shiqian be willing to let his brother face such a dangerous situation for him?

Feng Xing took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled, "Even if it is really going to die... Do you think it is more likely that I will die with him?"

Of course it is Mo Shiqian, this is no need to think.

he is injured.

Chi Huan did not speak, nor did he pick up the medicine packet in his hand, licking his lips, feeling complicated and confused.

"Not to mention that he is injured now. I know people who are outside the law better than him... When he first went to Stanford, I was in the dark side. During the years when he was your bodyguard, most of the time was me. In dealing with those things, I am also in contact with them. Compared with me, he is on the right track most of the time. Therefore, I am also better at dealing with human trafficker groups than him."

Mo Shiqian studied law and business administration. He can walk around the law and even use the law. What he sees is that the human heart and human nature are better at dealing with the businessmen in the market.

But the people on the black field...especially like human traffickers or drug dealers, they step on the knife and live under the gun. Whenever they are caught, there is a kind of fierceness in their bones...because there is no way out.

"Chi Huan, no matter how you look at it, I'm more suitable for this situation than him."

"But if something happens to you..."

"There is no if," he dangled a cigarette with one hand in his trouser pocket, and interrupted her carelessly but decisively, "I will not have an accident."

………………

morning.

The first time Chi Huan got up earlier than Mo Shiqian.

After he washed up and went downstairs slowly, he found that the woman was making breakfast in the kitchen, and it was done.

"You're down, I'm about to go up and help you."

Mo Shiqian's time has always been regular, and it is easy to master.

Her long hair was tied into a ball head, showing a small and white face.

The man lowered his eyes and looked at her soft eyebrows, "Why do you get up so early?"

Chi Huan lowered his eyebrows, stepped sideways and hugged his arm, with his head resting on it, so that he couldn't see the expression on her face clearly.

"Go to bed early and sleep well with you by your side, so I woke up very early. I made porridge. Would you like something to drink?"

Hearing this, he took her two hands and checked them carefully, and confirmed that there were no new injuries except yesterday's band-aid, and then smiled faintly, "You boiled it yourself, can you not eat it?"

"Well, no."

Because the porridge just out of the pot is very hot, Chi Huan is ready.

"Sit down and I will bring it over."

"Well, don't burn it."

Chi Huan turned and walked into the kitchen, and walked to a bowl of porridge on the counter.

The glutinous rice porridge is still steaming.

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