Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Chi Huan naturally understood what this meant.

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

Not long after, Mo Shiqian came back.

His expression was very pale, except for a little tiredness and depression, no other emotions could be seen from his body.

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

The man glanced at her...

But I didn't see each other for less than one night and one day, but there was an illusion that we had been separated for a long time.

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

Although he was barely able to get off the ground, he still used a wheelchair instead to facilitate the recovery of the wound.

Chi Huan took the cup in his hand, "Go and eat, when you're ready, I'll wait for you when you come back."

"it is good."

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

Feng Xing glanced at her, then at Mo Shiqian, let out a sneer from his throat, but still took the cup.

The three sat down in the restaurant one by one.

When they were talking, Chi Huan didn't mean to interrupt, but just picked up the spoon and quietly filled the man with a bowl of bone soup specially made in the kitchen, saying that it would heal the wound well.

Fengxing picked up his chopsticks, and glanced at the dishes on the table.

At the end, he squinted his eyes, and his eyes finally fell on the green vegetables closest to him, and commented with a half-smile, "Why does your chef seem to be a little uneven?"

Mo Shiqian was originally looking down at the woman beside him who was serving him soup spoon by spoon, but only after hearing this did he raise his head and follow his gaze.

A table of dishes made by five-star chefs is mixed with one or two plates of novice creations, which can be seen at a glance.

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

He looked at her a little awkwardly, "Well... I practice cooking when I'm free, and I only do two things."

Mo Shiqian's eyes fell on her fingers, "Was the band-aid on your hand cut by a kitchen knife?"

She has a Band-Aid on the index finger of her left hand.

He noticed her the first time he came in and saw her.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit of skin, Mama Li insisted on sticking it on for me."

The man hummed, raised his hand and brought the two plates of ordinary vegetables from Fengxing's front to his, and said lightly, "Next time you want to practice, ask them to chop the vegetables, you Just fry it and fry it."

Isn't that just play house...

Feng Xing glanced at them, and said neither salty nor weak while he was serving the soup, "If you stir fry casually, your hands will be splashed with oil, and if you are stupid, you can burn the kitchen."

Chi Huan, "..."

Mo Shiqian looked down at Chi Huan, and said after a few seconds, "So, you'd better not go into the kitchen, the oven might be safer, if you're fine, learn how to make cakes."

Chi Huan, "..."

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

At the end, she lowered her head, picked up her own chopsticks to pick up the rice, and said in a muffled voice.

Mo Shiqian could see that she was unhappy, but he didn't know what she was unhappy about——

Going into the kitchen to cook has never been something she likes to do or even scoffs at?

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

Chi Huan, "..."

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

Being poked, he became angry from embarrassment.

Feng Xing smiled and didn't bother to expose her.

Just as Chi Huan was about to lower his head and continue eating, a man's aura suddenly enveloped him.

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

Mo Shiqian raised his hand and touched her head with an intimate gesture, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I'll make it up to you after a while."

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

He pulled up his lips and smiled back.

During the meal, it was natural to talk about Muxi, because that was the reason why he came here.

Feng Xing didn't reveal any emotion on his face, but asked with an ordinary expression, "What are your plans?"

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

Feng Xing frowned, "You... borrowed Clod-Summer's influence?"

He slightly hooked his thin lips, and said lightly, "I have been in Stanford for four years, how many people are in the army is it strange?"

"..."

"Are you going to redeem someone yourself?"

"certainly."

Fengxing squinted his eyes, "Okay, the money is ready."

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After the meal, the two chatted for about an hour on the sofa in the living room, and Feng Xing went back first.

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

She looked back, and sure enough, she saw that the screen was lighting up, and someone should have called.

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

What lit up on the screen...is Fengxing?

He looking for her?

Could it be that they were taking a shower in the bathroom just now, and Mo Shiqian didn't answer the call?

Thinking so, she still answered the phone neatly.

Before she could speak, Feng Xing lowered his voice and spoke first, "You don't need to talk, and don't tell Shi Qian... Come out at two o'clock in the morning, I'll wait for you at the gate of your villa—— "

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

After saying this, the phone was cut off.

Chi Huan held the phone, still a little confused.

But she was facing the window, so Mo Shiqian couldn't see her face, and couldn't see her strange expression. He just saw that she answered the phone but never said a word, so he asked casually, "Who's calling?"

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

Mo Shiqian's mind was originally on the notebook, so he didn't pay much attention to it, so he just said something.

Chi Huan carried the clothes into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Two in the morning?