Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Mo Shiqian didn't say a word, and put one hand in his trouser pocket, watching her happy like a little girl with his deep black eyes, and always followed her at a distance of half a meter.

He narrowed his eyes lazily, "What makes you like this place so much?"

She hasn't been anywhere before, as for a little girl who came to the beach for the first time.

Chi Huan smiled at him with his face sideways, his eyes curled up, "I like it."

She doesn't particularly like this place either, she has been to Jiangcheng, and she has been to many beaches, but she has never been in the same mood as she is now.

Feel the wind is very comfortable, everything is very comfortable.

Mo Shiqian looked at her and remained silent for a long time.

Why did he like this woman? During the five years in Paris, he would think about this question during nearly two thousand nights and nights, when he had rare occasional leisure time.

This is a boring question with no answer.

He came to this conclusion a long time later, and then gave up thinking about it.

She interrupted his thoughts suddenly, "Mo Shiqian."

"Um?"

Chi Huan pointed to the small island not far away, "Is that island a scenic spot?"

"no."

"Isn't it...it looks pretty."

Mo Shiqian said flatly, "It's just a fishing village."

"Ah...is there still fishing now?"

He smiled, "Of course."

"I haven't been to the island yet."

The man looked at her, "Phuket, Bali, Madai, aren't these islands?"

Chi Huan, "..."

"Anyway, you're fine this afternoon. You can get a yacht over here. Let's go up and have a look. I haven't seen a modern fishing village yet."

He lightly rejected her, "No."

"why?"

"I don't like poor places."

"..."

She pouted her lips slightly, "You are so boring."

He snorted lightly, "Is it interesting to be obedient to you?"

"How can you be obedient to me?"

"You don't like to have lunch with a table of people, you want to enjoy the sea breeze, you want to eat seafood, you want to take a walk on the sofa..."

Chi Huan, "..."

That's it... also called Bai Yi Bai Shun?

Didn't he say that you don't need to talk to those people, didn't he ask her what she likes to eat?

She pursed her lips and continued to play in the waves on the beach without paying much attention.

It's not something to be happy about, but I haven't been so happy for a long time.

"Mo Shiqian."

"So what?"

Holding her high heels, she walked on the right side of him, walking backwards, "How are you doing in Paris?"

How are you?

Mo Shiqian's originally gentle and idle face became indifferent little by little, and even his deep eyes gathered a sense of serenity, although there was still no obvious change in the expression on his face.

But his aura is subtly different.

The man's thin lips held a cold and half-smile arc, staring at her, "Do you think I should be doing well—or not?"

Looking at his handsome face, Chi Huan said softly, "I don't know."

do not know?

Mo Shiqian's leather shoes stepped into the soft sand without leaving another footprint.

The woman who was walking backward stopped at some point.

Strands of broken hair floated in the sea breeze.

His eyes were black and bottomless like ink, his voice was narrow and long, full of cold mockery, "You stand in front of me and ask this question because you think I have never forgotten you all these years, so Should I have a bad life, or do I think that I have had a good life these years... So what happened at the beginning should be written off as if it never happened?"

Chi Huan looked at him blankly.

For a moment, she couldn't even remember what she was thinking when she asked this sentence.

Mo Shiqian looked at her face that was stilled by the sea breeze, and felt an emotion that he hadn't felt in a long time.

He had thought there would be no more.

She didn't express anything about what happened back then, let alone a half-word explanation. At first, he forced her to pester her. She had no choice but to escape or compromise. In the end, she expressed her determination by self-harm and suicide.

Well, he fulfilled her determination.

Later, her hand injury was not healed, and he kept dragging on and did not leave Lancheng.

This woman is probably nothing without him.

After he left, she recovered from her injuries for a period of time, continued to work, continued to live, and lived happily, as if he had never appeared... To be precise, he finally disappeared in her life, that would be great But that's the thing.

He was entangled in nightmares for nearly a week by the knife that cut him off in the middle of the night without any hesitation, and the dreams were full of her blood and her cold and disgusting smile.

So much so that he dared not approach her again.

That's it, he told himself.

What exactly did he want to do when he came back...Even he didn't know, maybe he wanted to see how this woman was doing, or maybe like he said, he couldn't get used to her beautiful life.

Maybe...hid some dark thoughts that even he himself didn't want to notice.

But he felt that he could never see through her.

He raped her, and she was so disgusted that she wanted to hurt herself, but she still bought him clothes, bought him medicine, and even cooked for him.

He thought to forget it, he lost once five years ago, and lost again five years later.

Again and again, does this woman know that he simply cannot refuse her temptation——

That's why she always seduces him intentionally or unintentionally? ? When he said he was coming to Jiangcheng, she followed obediently...

How could she not know what would happen when the lonely man and widow went on a trip, or was she really willing to climb into his bed because of those photos that no longer existed?

Why did we have to break up five years ago.

Why did you kill yourself before?

He tried to thoroughly investigate her history several times, especially when she said that she had been banned for a bad time, and when she said that Yin was not her boyfriend...

The phone call almost went out.

But this thin warmth is like a mirror, once the weight of reality is weighed down, it will immediately fall apart.

They turned their faces completely twice, once an unborn child died, and once her half-life.

Either blood or brutality.

It was her who hurt, and he who was afraid.

Treat it as a dream, treat it as a dream come true.

Looking at his cold and mocking face, Chi Huan opened his mouth to speak, but he had already turned around.

The man's cold and indifferent voice made the warm sea breeze a bit bleak, "This beach is very long, it's enough for you to walk for an afternoon, so take your time."

After all, the tall and straight figure left without hesitation.

She looked at his back, her throat seemed to be blocked.

My feet wanted to catch up several times, and I walked forward several times. I stopped, and then stopped again, but finally held back.