Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Chi Huan's eyes flashed, but his gaze still fell elsewhere.

She really didn't have much impression of what he said, maybe he just said it on a whim at the time.

"I said... People's thoughts will change. What I want now is different from before. It may still change in the future, but it may be just a possibility. I just want to ask you if you can accept another possibility... Really, when I am thirty-five years old and you are almost forty years old, it will be too late for us to argue over this issue."

Vaccination.

This is a cold and realistic shot.

Mo Shiqian looked at her young, fair and delicate face, the gloom between her brows and eyes turned into thick clouds, and her gaze was even colder.

Chi Huan met his gaze, and his red lips moved, "If you can accept that you may not have children in the future... let's get married."

The man's pupils were shocked heavily.

marry?

They have discussed the topic of marriage countless times, but it was always him who raised it, and she refused.

This was the first time he offered it, but with such a condition attached.

A simple syllable overflowed from the man's thin lips, "Heh,"

He squinted his eyes and lowered his eyes to stare at her, "Chi Huan, do you think that I love you so much that I can bear anything without a bottom line, or do you think that now that I'm in good health, I'm back in spirit, and I have the energy to find faults and break up?"

He has stayed by her side for such a long time, from the first day he became her bodyguard to now...he has never left.

She has never expressed that she does not want children after marriage.

He also didn't believe that her ideas would change suddenly.

nothing more than...

Without waiting for her answer, and he didn't need her answer, the man said indifferently, "It's fine to get married, but not to have children——I don't accept it."

After saying this, he didn't even look at her, and walked straight out with his long legs.

The last pot of vegetables fried in the pot was still steaming, but no one cared about it anymore.

When passing the living room, Mo Shiqian bent down and took out a few pieces of paper on the coffee table, wiped his fingers casually, and said to Li Mama with a cold and expressionless face, "Dinner is ready, I If you have something to go out, you bring the food from the kitchen to the dining room and watch her finish it."

"Hey... yes, Mr. Mo."

The man hummed, threw the tissue into the trash can, and went out the door without looking back.

Soon, the sound of a car engine sounded outside, and then gradually faded away, completely returning to silence.

Chi Huan followed and stood under the light of the living room, watching the car lights leave through the glass.

Li Ma looked at her and sighed, "Miss Chi... are you fighting again?"

There was no expression on her face, she looked calm and cold, "Help me serve the food on the table."

"I'm going right now."

"I'll just eat a little. You can save a big portion and keep it warm until he comes back to eat."

"Okay okay."

…………

After Mo Shiqian went out, he never came back until after twelve o'clock, when Chi Huan finally couldn't wait any longer and wanted to call him with his mobile phone. In fact, since nine o'clock in the evening, this idea has been there, and it has become more and more intense.

Holding the mobile phone, she paused with her fingers on the three characters of wood and ink, and couldn't click on it for a long time.

At first she didn't know what the hesitation was for, but after thinking about it, she finally figured it out.

She no longer has confidence in herself.

It doesn't matter if she doesn't have the mayor's father, he doesn't care, and she doesn't have to.

It doesn't even matter if she's a big star or not.

But as a woman, psychologically frigid, physically infertile——

What else could she give him?

He can bear it for a month, two months, half a year or even a year, he can't never need it.

It is also impossible for her to take medicine every time.

Who knows when she will be cured or not.

Love cannot support all practical problems at all, and love should not support these.

It was as if a heavy stone weighed heavily on her heart, but even so, she still clicked on the words "wood and ink".

The phone was beeping repeatedly, as if it was going to ring forever, and no one answered.

She dialed again.

1999.

Feng Xing, who had just recovered from his serious injuries and was barely able to get out of bed, had a cigarette in his lips and squinted at the calm-looking man who was drinking non-stop.

When the phone turned on, he glanced at the screen, "How dare you not answer your woman's call? Look at it with admiration. What the hell did Chi Huan do to you?"

Hearing this name, Mo Shiqian clenched the wine glass even tighter, pursed his thin lips into a straight line, glanced over in the dim light, and said with utmost indifference, "Either drink, or shut up and pretend to be dead."

Feng Xing was indifferent, "The doctor ordered me to strictly forbid me to drink alcohol. If I don't drink, it's a worthless thing."

"Then shut up."

If you want to shut up, why ask him to accompany you?

Feng Xing was too lazy to argue with him, saw that his phone had stopped for a few seconds and then started to vibrate, he simply reached out and snatched it, pressed the answer button, and said lazily, "Miss Chi."

The other end was startled, only to realize that it wasn't the owner of the phone who answered the phone, "Feng Xing... Where's Mo Shiqian?"

Feng Xing casually said while smoking, "Oh, he's drinking, I don't know if he can get alcohol poisoned, as his woman, can you come over to take over my shift, I'm injured, I should go to bed early and get up early , stay away from tobacco and alcohol."

After all, he blew out a smoke ring without any violation.

"Is he drinking?"

"1999, I don't need to tell you which box. Come here quickly, or I'll ask the bodyguards to carry him back."? Chi Huan didn't reply to his words, and hung up the phone directly.

Fengxing looked at the abruptly hung up phone, raised his eyebrows, and threw the phone back.

He took another puff of his cigarette, and said leisurely, "Tell me, what's the trouble, if you don't say anything, I'm leaving."

Mo Shiqian was expressionless, one bottle of wine was empty, and he calmly opened a new one. The wine bottles on the table were much empty, but he didn't look drunk.

Of course, if you don't look closely. He said lightly, "She suddenly said she was willing to get married, but the condition is that she doesn't have children..." The man's thin lips outlined an extremely cold arc, and his eyes were even more icy, "Do you think she really wants to get married? Still don't give up and want to break up?"

When she returned to him back then, it was only out of a kind of compromise.

Probably because he knew he couldn't let her go?

Fengxing frowned slightly, and then said in a calm tone, "Really, I heard her voice just now, and I didn't really care about you, otherwise why would I call you so many times in a row? Are you going back?"

The man's deep voice was full of mockery, "Have you ever seen a condition of marriage where not having children is used?"