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

Mo Shiqian looked at this boundless sea. The night had fallen, and the light was dim, making the look on his face so dark that it made people unable to see the content.

He said lightly, "Who knows."

After a while, the bodyguard asked tentatively, "If it's really a big man...you..."

I didn't finish this sentence, but what it meant was self-evident.

Who is Mo Shichen? He is a well-known quasi heir to the Lawrence family. From his birth to before his accident, no one questioned this.

To put it bluntly, everything that Mo Shiqian had today was picked up by him.

If he suddenly "dead and resurrect", what would the Lawrence family think, what would the people of Clod-Summer think, I don’t know in Paris, it’s okay, once I know it, the group that has just settled down soon may cause some turmoil .

Although President Mo has now gained a firm foothold and his status is not easily shaken by anyone, for those in power, the sudden return of the former in power who should have died unexpectedly is always a troublesome matter.

Of course, if the eldest son is alive, whether President Mo's intention is to make him appear... or to make him never appear again, they can't guess.

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Nine p.m.

The sound of the rising and falling waves has never stopped, and Jiangcheng has been covered by lights.

When Mo Shiqian returned to the hotel and pushed the door to enter, there was no sound inside, only the warm yellow lights were on everywhere, and he could walk in with his feet up, only the kind of loneliness that could hear his breathing.

He glanced subconsciously, but did not see Chi Huan's figure.

Is it in the bedroom?

The door of the second bedroom was closed tightly.

He frowned unconsciously, walked to the center of the living room with long legs, and was about to lift his suitcase standing next to the sofa into the master bedroom. He was about to turn around and suddenly stopped.

From the angle of his standing, he can just see the location of the table in the restaurant.

A glance over, you can see that table of dazzling dinner.

Basically it is complete.

He loosened the suitcase in his hand and walked into the restaurant with his foot raised.

Under the light, the knives, forks and cups were all clean. Obviously, no one had touched them.

Mo Shiqian's thin lips pressed into a straight line, and his eyebrows became darker. He turned and walked out of the dining room, walked to the door of the second bedroom, and unscrewed the doorknob directly.

Compared with the warm light in the living room, the dark room inside.

Had it not been for the light leaking in from the living room enough to see the silhouette of a woman lying on the bed, he might directly think that there was no living person inside.

He walked to the bed and turned on the bed lamp.

She should have taken a shower. She is wearing a nightdress, lying sideways on the white mattress, clean and coquettish, her long hair has been untied, and she has spread out like seaweed.

"Chi Huan."

She slept shallowly, moved her head, but did not wake up.

Mo Shiqian's voice rose a little, it was deep and extremely low, and there was a terrifying feeling in this extremely quiet space, "Chi Huan--" Chi Huan was awakened at once, and he didn't even know it was out of What happened and sat up.

It took a while before she realized where she was, raised her hand and combed her long hair behind her head, "You are back..."

The man said nothing.

Chi Huan looked up at him silently and displeased, thinking that he was still angry about what happened in the afternoon, but he didn't know why he dug her out of the bed because he was obviously reluctant to take care of her.

Covering half of her face with her hand, adjusting her breath that has not yet eased, she said, "Is there something wrong?"

He spoke plainly, "Why don't you eat dinner?"

"Oh... I was a little tired when I came back, so I fell asleep after the shower."

The man was tepid, "You lie on the beach all afternoon, why are you tired?"

Chi Huan, "..."

He kept staring at her or sent someone to look at her, but he didn't leave her alone on the beach in a strange city.

"I didn't have any appetite, so I didn't eat it."

"Get up and go eat."

She pursed her lips, "But it's cold now."

Mo Shiqian frowned, then said, "Go to the bathroom to wash and refresh your face. I'll let someone change the table."

"No need... you can skip it at night, just to lose weight..."

The man's cold voice still contained a bit of ridicule, "What else can you lose?"

Thin to a bone, I am embarrassed to lose weight.

Chi Huan looked at him, thinking that she disobeyed his meaning, he might be more angry, so he lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, "Just call it whatever you want, it doesn't take too much trouble."

Mo Shiqian ignored her, turned and walked straight out.

Chi Huan took a simple wash in the bathroom and put a shawl on his shoulders before going out.

The man didn’t go back to his master bedroom either. The cell phone he had just dialed was still on the coffee table. His handsome face was cold and hard, and his aura was gloomy. He was sitting on the sofa with half-closed eyes as if Close your eyes and rest your mind.

She still took the initiative to break the dead silence, "Have you had dinner?"

He ignored her, as if he hadn't heard.

After another minute, the woman spoke in a low voice again, "Mo Shiqian, let's talk."

He still didn't respond, but Chi Huan knew he heard it.

Her voice was quiet and lonely, "I called Fengxing this afternoon, and he said, if I don't plan to go to the end with you... don't provoke you, and don't delay myself."

He finally opened his eyes, and his dark and dark eyes stared at her white and delicate face.

Looking at him, Chi Huan got up from the sofa and walked to him.

In the huge presidential suite, they can hear each other's breathing quietly.

She slowly leaned down, opened her arms around his neck, pressed her delicate face against his face, and said lowly, "Mo Shiqian, I don't know what you think... if you still If you want to continue listening, hug me."

Her pajamas are very thin, her body is exceptionally soft, and her body is full of clean fragrance and fragrance after bathing.

Together, it is a fascinating breath.

Mo Shiqian looked at the large vase standing beside the TV in the distance, his eyes dark as if he could drip ink.

He raised his arm and took her body into his arms. He was so powerful that he was out of control, as if trying to embed her, but the voice that fell in her ears was faintly hoarse, "He also told you what?"

"Can you answer me a question?"

He curled his lips and smiled sparsely. "I thought you had something to tell me. Now that you haven't said anything, just ask me first?"

"You didn't care about my naked photo before, why did you agree to me when I looked for you later?"

"Isn't the reason one billion enough?"

"Enough, but it's not a reason."

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