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

After hanging up the phone, Mo Shiqian threw the phone back on the coffee table, half-closed his eyes and said quietly, "Help me push the wheelchair over."

It is not necessary to use a wheelchair at home, but it is necessary to go out.

Chi Huan looked at him for a while, then took off the blanket on his body, got up and walked to the place where the wheelchair was put without saying a word.

I was afraid that it was late at night, and it was also winter, and the bodyguard and his men would soon arrive.

During the half-hour waiting, Chi Huan had already gone upstairs to sort out all the luggage and documents she had not sorted before.

The suitcase was carried by the bodyguard.

She followed.

Mo Shiqian looked at her, glanced at the bodyguard carrying the suitcase, and said lightly, "Go out and wait."

"Okay, Mr. Mo."

The bodyguard went out first with the suitcase, and then waited outside the door.

Chi Huan clasped his ten fingers with both hands, lowered his head and pursed his lips to look at him, and said dryly, "You are here...send me a text message, if Muxi is okay...just call me."

"Wait for me at home."

She nodded.

"It's still early. Go back upstairs to sleep. I'm looking for Madam Li for family affairs, and I'm going out with An Ke... If it's okay, I'll stay at home these days, eh?"

She managed to squeeze a smile, "Okay."

Mo Shiqian looked at her face and said faintly, "You go upstairs first."

Chi Huan took two steps back and was about to turn around, but still didn't.

"Do you blame me?"

He didn't say a word of blame, didn't say anything hard, and didn't say anything harshly, but...

This indifferent and silent attitude makes people feel more unreliable than any blame.

She would rather he lose his temper and call her selfish.

The man stared at her face, and for a while, he said indifferently, "What's the blame for you?" He pulled his lips, "It's not your fault, go back to sleep at ease."

Chi Huan didn't speak any more, went to the coffee table, picked up his mobile phone, and walked upstairs.

A man's low voice came from behind, "Good night, Huanhuan."

She stopped under the stairs, turned her head and smiled at him, "Be careful on the way."

Chi Huan returned to the bedroom, lying on the bed looking at the ceiling.

The sound of the engine gradually became blurred.

After tossing over and over for two hours, after receiving a text message from the man boarding the plane, she still fell asleep in a daze.

…………

Mo Shiqian finally called her the next evening when he left.

Chi Huan’s cell phone is usually muted and vibrates, and because of fear of missing his call, it is specially tuned to a ringtone. When the call comes, she is making cakes.

When the phone rang, she ignored the flour in her hands, wiped her body casually, and ran over to pick up the phone on the table behind her and answered the call, "Mo Shiqian."

The man's voice was very gloomy, he was heavily suppressed by a group of people, even though his tone was flat, "Huanhuan, I can't go back to China for the time being."

She wiped the flour on her left hand wipingly, and pressed her lips when she heard the words, "Why...what?"

Was it Mu Xi's accident?

Something happened to Fengxing...

"Fengxing was injured and Sixi was gone."

Chi Huan was startled, biting his lip and asked, "It's gone...what do you mean?"

"They brought a Chinese girl who was not Xixi when they were redeemed. Feng Xing was injured because of the armed conflict with them and was shot...The headquarters of the human trafficker group was siege and suppressed, and there were many abducted women inside. , But no Sisi."

He paused for a second, and continued to say faintly, "The result of extorting a confession was that they said that Sixi had escaped two days ago and no one is currently found."

Chi Huan wanted to talk, but didn't know what to say.

Did Mu Xi really escape, or did the kidnappers lie?

"Fengxing... how is the injury?"

"It's not hurt, it needs a period of rest."

"Sissy... can she find it?"

The end of the phone fell silent.

After a while, the man said lightly, "I will find her."

He didn't say that Chi Huan also vaguely knew how difficult it is to find Muxi in Mexico.

Because she does not have a document, it is difficult to leave any traces. No trace is equivalent to no clue.

In an unfamiliar country, or a country where social institutions are not so well-developed, looking for someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

not to mention……

How likely is a girl to have an accident in a place where the language is not fluent.

Chi Huan bit her lip, hesitated for a while, still asked, "I... can you come here?"

Mo Shiqian did not speak.

"I may not be able to do anything for you, but you are hurt with Fengxing, at least I can take care of you, and... I am alone at home, very worried about you, so worried that I can't sleep."

He said faintly, "It's safe at home, you are in Lancheng, I am most assured."

She closed her eyes, "Don't worry... but I don't worry."

"Huanhuan, no."

"Why? Didn't you say that the traffickers have been siege? You were injured in Mexico because of the wind and you still wanted to find Sisi. I was not in danger in the past..."

The man's voice is still quiet, "You are obedient, stay at home."

"but……"

"I'm going to be busy, I'll call you when I have time," Mo Shiqian said in a low voice, without giving her a chance to speak, "Huanhuan, I'm very tired, you make me feel at ease, eh?"

"okay, I get it."

"It's evening in China, you go to dinner."

"Well," Chi Huan's voice was soft, "you have to take care of yourself, too."

"Bye."

"Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Chi Huan stood there, looking at the phone, feeling long lost.

His sister was kidnapped, his best brother was injured, and he himself was injured.

In the final analysis, is it all because of her?

Without her, Mo Shiqian would agree to inherit Cold-Summer... Since he can accept the position of president of Asia, he can also go to Paris.

Even if it was a marriage, he wouldn't care much, because he didn't feel much about which woman he would spend his whole life with.

And she can do nothing for him.

Even... even the mood and burden can't be resolved for him.

Whether it is his injury or the situation in Mexico, he will always speak lightly.

Is she fragile and doesn't even have the courage to know this, or is she—

Does he habitually not take his pressure with anyone?

If this is the case, why does he insist on asking her as a person...?

…………

Fifteen days later.

In the past half month, Mo Shiqian would take time to call her every day. Sometimes he would talk a little longer, but more often he would hang up in a hurry.

He seldom tells her about his situation there, preferring to ask her about the unchanging life at home.

Feng Xing's injury is still not healed, and Mu Xi still has no news.

He didn't even mention when he would return to China.

Chi Huan naturally couldn't ask.

Even if she counts the days every day waiting for him to come back.

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