Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

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

You don't need a wheelchair at home, but going out is necessary.

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 placed without saying a word.

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

During the half hour of waiting, Chi Huan had already gone upstairs to sort out all the luggage and documents that she should have sorted out but hadn't.

The suitcase was carried down by the bodyguard.

She followed.

Mo Shiqian looked at her, glanced at the bodyguard carrying the suitcase, and said flatly, "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 fingers together, lowered his head and pursed his lips to look at him, and said a little dryly, "You're here... Send me a text message, and if Muxi is fine... just call me."

"Wait for me at home."

She nods.

"It's still early, go back upstairs to sleep, talk to Mama Li about the family matters, and take An Ke with you when you go out... If it's okay, stay at home these few days, huh?"

She managed to squeeze out a smile, "Okay."

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

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

"Are you blaming me?"

He didn't say a word of blame, he didn't say harsh words, and he didn't speak harshly, but...

This kind of indifferent attitude makes people feel more uneasy than any blame.

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

The man stared at her face, and after a while he said very calmly, "What's your fault?" He pulled his lips, "It's not your fault, go back to sleep with peace of mind."

Chi Huan didn't say anything more, walked to the coffee table, picked up his phone, and walked upstairs.

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

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

Chi Huan went back to the bedroom, lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

The sound of the engine gradually became indistinct.

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

…………

On the evening of the second day after Mo Shiqian left, he finally called her.

Chi Huan's cell phone is usually on silent and vibrating, but because she was afraid of missing his call, she deliberately set it to ringtone. When the call came, she was making a cake.

When the phone rang, she didn't care about the flour in her hands, just wiped it off her body before running over to pick up the phone on the table behind her and answered the call, "Mo Shiqian."

The man's voice was very gloomy, suppressed by a layer of depression, even though the tone was gentle, "Huanhuan, I can't go back to China for the time being."

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

Something happened to Muxi?

Something went wrong...

"Fengxing is injured, and Xixi is gone."

Chi Huan was stunned, bit his lips and asked, "It's gone...what do you mean?"

"When redeeming people, they brought a Chinese girl who was not Sisi. Because of this, Fengxing got into an armed conflict with them and was shot and was injured... The headquarters of the human trafficker group was encircled and suppressed, and there were many abducted women in it. , but no Sisi."

He paused for a second, and continued to speak calmly, "The result of the forced confession is that they said that Xixi escaped two days ago, and no one can be found so far."

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

Did Muxi really escape, or were the kidnappers lying?

"Feng Xing...how is the injury?"

"It's not hurt at all, it needs to rest for a while."

"Xixi...can she find it?"

The other end of the phone fell silent.

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

He didn't say it, and Chi Huan also vaguely knew how difficult it was to find Muxi in Mexico.

Because she has no documents, it is difficult to leave any traces, and no traces means no clues.

In a strange country, or a country with less perfect social institutions, looking for someone is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

not to mention……

How likely is it that a girl will have an accident in a place where she doesn't speak the language.

Chi Huan bit his lip, hesitated for a while, and then asked, "I... Come here, okay?"

Mo Shiqian didn't speak.

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

He said lightly, "Home is safe, I am most assured that you are in Lancheng."

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

"Huanhuan, no."

"Why? Didn't you say that the traffickers have already been suppressed? You were in Mexico because you were injured by Feng Xing and you wanted to find Sisi. I was not in danger..."

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

"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 another chance to speak, "Huanhuan, I'm very tired, you can make me feel at ease, huh?"

"okay, I get it."

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

"Well," Chi Huan said softly, "You have to take care of yourself too."

"Bye."

"Bye-Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Chi Huan stood where he was, looking at the phone, feeling lost for a long time.

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 too much, because he didn't have much feeling about which woman he would spend his life with.

And she couldn't do anything for him.

Even...even his mood and burden couldn't break it down for him.

Whether it's his injury or the situation in Mexico, he'll always be downplaying it.

Is she so weak that she doesn't even have the courage to know this, or—

He habitually doesn't share his pressure with anyone?

If that's the case, why is he obsessed with her...and why?

…………

Fifteen days later.

For the past half month, Mo Shiqian would find time to call her every day, sometimes he would chat for a longer time, but most of the time he would hang up in a hurry.

He seldom told her about the situation on his side, preferring to ask her about the unchanging life at home.

Fengxing's injury is still not healed, and Muxi still has no news.

He didn't even mention when he would return home.

Naturally, Chi Huan couldn't ask.

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