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

Chi Huan went back to the bed and sat, but he was no longer sleepy.

I sat like this for about ten minutes.

She picked up the phone lying on the bedside, the screen turned on, unlocked, opened the address book, found Tang Yueze's number, and then clicked to dial out.

It was connected in less than a few seconds.

It was late at night, and he was supposed to be sleeping, but Tang Yueze's voice didn't feel sleepy or vague. He only seemed lazy and indifferent, "Miss Chi."

"Has Mo Shiqian called you."

"Calling me so late was not scolded, obviously because I was woken up once."

Chi Huan paused and asked directly, "Then... how did you answer him?"

Tang Yueze sneered on the other side, lazily, "I don't remember someone boasting that I am magnanimous and ignorant of the past. Do you think that, Miss Chi?"

A few seconds of silence.

Chi Huan said, "Master Tang, have you ever thought about one thing?"

"Ok?"

"If Liang Manyue died, what would she think before she died, and what would you think when you think of her in the future?"

The man smiled on the other end, "What should I think?"

Chi Huan's voice became very soft, and this Qingli still seemed to be entwined with a thin smile, "Does she regret it, or does she feel that she died for Mo Shiqian and feel relieved and satisfied?"

Tang Yueze did not speak.

She continued, "If she died, when you think of her in the future, no matter how cold your expression is, you will still feel resentful and unwilling... right?"

He smiled lowly, "It's very possible."

"How good is she living, Mo Shiqian doesn't want her, even if she makes such sacrifices, he still doesn't want her, and then you don't want her... You love others, embrace them, and let her know that she has lost You have suffered a lot. Looking at her regret, isn't it much better than your own resentment?"

Tang Yueze laughed and laughed more.

"She sacrificed for you. Look at you, her mind is really bad enough."

Chi Huan smiled faintly, "What, am I wrong?"

"You are more inciting than your man."

"Incited you?"

"let me consider it."

Chi Huan said again, "Young Master Tang, I guess she should be one of the few who spent a lot of energy on your true feelings, but was still dumped. As a woman, I know what a woman thinks best. The more you treat her Well, the more painful she thinks of you after losing you. If you ignore her life and death, she might think that leaving this man is really the right choice, don't you think?"

"It seems I really can't leave it alone."

She smiled slightly, "That's it."

After hanging up the phone, Chi Huan guessed that she had successfully convinced Tang Yueze——

It can't be regarded as her persuasion, maybe he originally planned to intervene, or has the idea of ​​interfering.

With a long sigh, she closed her eyes, retracted her feet on the bed, and leaned back with her pillow, then put down her phone and looked at the darkness outside the window.

…………

Chi Huan was tired from sitting later, and lay down on the bed to rest. When the sky was lightly lit, she fell asleep in a daze.

Three days passed in this way.

Mo Shiqian would call her every day and talk briefly for a few minutes. In fact, he would probably report that she was safe. His voice was getting heavier and heavier.

Chi Huan never asked or talked much, only told him to remember to rest and eat.

In the evening three days later, when she was about to go downstairs to have a meal, the phone that was tuned into a ringtone rang, and she almost immediately thought it was Mo Shiqian's phone, and immediately picked it up and checked it.

But what is displayed on the screen is not wood ink, but popular.

Her heart squatted, and her heart raised her throat.

Why did Fengxing call her, could it be...

She answered with cold fingertips, her voice tense and trembling, "Fengxing..."

"Is it convenient for you to come to the hospital now?"

"Fang...convenient."

Feng Xing's tone is very common, "Then you let An Ke take you over. By the way, you asked your chef to prepare two dinners and bring them over. I haven't had a good meal in a few days."

"Okay...I see," she basically asked carefully, holding the phone tightly with her fingers, "Mo Shiqian...is he okay?"

"Nothing."

After hanging up the phone, Chi Huan turned around and hurriedly ran to the cloakroom and took out a coat, and then trot down the stairs directly, "Mama Li, Ma Li, give me two insulation boxes."

Ma Li was cleaning, and when she heard this, she hurried to go.

Cai just happened to be served on the dinner table, she glanced at it, it was still steaming, it happened to be the weight of two people...

Although she eats alone every day these days, she will let the kitchen prepare meals for two people every day, in order to avoid one day when Mo Shiqian suddenly returns.

She and Li Ma pretended all the meals into two, then called An Ke and went directly to the hospital.

By the time it was dark, the light in the hospital was dazzling white.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Feng Xing, who overlooked the night by the chair window, turned and looked at her, and his gaze fell on the insulation box in An Ke's hand behind her.

He raised his arm and beckoned, "put me on the coffee table over there."

Chi Huan didn't look at him, and rushed to the bed a few steps.

In fact, this is not a hospital bed, it is obviously a temporary folding bed, because the hospital bed in this ward was slept by Liang Manyue, and the man did not take off his clothes, he fell asleep quietly with his eyes closed, even so. You can see the fatigue on his face.

Chi Huan leaned over, stroked his face with fingers, and whispered his name, "Mo Shiqian...Mo Shiqian."

There was a faint voice in the ward, "Don't cry if you don't wake up, have you eaten? If you haven't eaten, eat his."

Chi Huan looked up at Fengxing who was already sitting on the sofa, reaching out to twist the insulation box, "What happened to him?"

Feng Xing glanced at her, "Is it not obvious enough? I fell asleep. I haven't closed my eyes for three days, so I slept a lot."

"..."

Her tense nerves relaxed, and her head rested on the man's arm.

"Are there any injuries?"

"It may be slightly injured. When he wakes up, you can ask him to go to the hospital."

Chi Huan breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up, turned to look at Liang Manyue who was lying unconscious in the hospital bed, pursed her lips and walked to the sofa where Feng Xing was sitting, and asked quietly, "How is she? How is it?"

Feng Xing didn't raise his eyes. "It might have been shocked when it exploded. No major problems have been detected for the time being. See follow-up observation."

That's good.

Chi Huan sat on the sofa and looked up at the sleeping man.

After being quiet for a while, she still asked, "Is Gail dead?"

The popular meal stopped.

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