Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Well……

It tastes surprisingly good and delicious.

With the man's high pressure and the porridge itself tasting good, Chi Huan stopped making trouble and obediently finished a bowl of porridge.

Mo Shiqian poured her another glass of water, then tucked in the quilt for her, and left the bedroom quietly.

Chi Huan was sleepy and uncomfortable, and soon fell asleep in a daze.

In the living room, Chi Huan's bag on the sofa kept vibrating from his phone.

He didn't care.

Until his mobile phone on the coffee table also started to vibrate.

He walked over, picked it up, glanced at the name on it, his thin lips curled slightly, and his fingers slid to answer.

On the other end is Mo Xigu's very low name, "Mo Shiqian."

"Is there something wrong?"

"Where is Chi Huan now?"

Mo Shiqian walked up to the floor-to-ceiling window with long legs, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and looked down at the scene outside the window, "What can I do with her?"

Mo Xigu remained silent for half a second. He could feel a subtle change in this man's attitude. The reason why it was subtle was that the change was enough for him to notice, but only enough for him to notice.

"She didn't go back to the No. 10 mansion, nor did she go back to Chi's house. Her agent and friends couldn't contact her." After a pause, he said in a deep voice, "You drove her away, you should know her where are you now."

Where?

on his bed.

Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes, "She was caught in the rain last night, she may have caught a cold, and she is not feeling well now."

rain...

It did rain last night.

Sitting in the study room of his home, Mo Xigu tightened his grip on the phone, and a woman's words suddenly sounded in his ears——

【You can love her, but you shouldn't lie to me, Xigu, I'm very disappointed in you. 】

She really... knew what happened last night.

Her throat tightened and her voice became hoarse, "Where is she now?"

Mo Shiqian smiled lightly, "Young Master Mo, you always seem to care about people you shouldn't care about."

The ridicule in these words is shallow but rich in meaning. Mo Xigu's handsome face darkened, "Mo Shiqian."

"Young Master Mo, instead of spending time caring about Chi Huan's affairs, you should resolve the marriage between Su Yabing and Yang Hao, as well as the conflict between your mother and your girlfriend. That is the woman you choose."

Mo Xigu didn't speak, but his slightly rapid breathing could be heard.

Mo Shiqian raised his thin lips, lowered his voice half a degree, and whispered methodically, "Even if you regret it, you can only take back your regret. Chi Huan likes you, but she just likes you. She married you just because she thought you were a man who could resist temptation and would not deceive her..."

There was a slight chuckle in that voice, like a casual mockery, "Now, you are no longer, and she won't look back, so...you'd better not try to get it back."

The phone hangs up.

Mo Shiqian stood in front of the French windows, looking at the pattering rain outside the window.

Before he looked back, another call came in.

"Mr. Chi."

"Chi Huan is with you?"

"Yes."

"How is she?"

"Sick, not feeling well, sleeping."

"Where are you now?"

He raised his eyes, his tone remained unchanged, "In my apartment."

Chi An didn't speak for several seconds, "What do you mean?"

"Just as you know it."

"When did this happen?"

"This morning."

After a few more seconds of silence, Chi An said slowly, "I remember when you first returned to the United States, I told you that I was optimistic about you and asked if you would pursue my daughter, but you said you have a fiancée."

"It's not what it used to be."

"Okay, Shi Qian, since I am assured that you will protect her, then I will trust her to you. Don't let me down."

"I'll take care of her."

…………

Chi Huan slept for a day and a night in chaos.

When it comes time to eat and take medicine, men will scoop them up and feed them with food and medicine.

At the beginning, she would lose her temper with him, but it was useless after two fights, and she knew that she was tougher than this man, and it was herself who didn't cooperate and suffer.

So even if she is full of resentment every time she is poached, she can only take medicine and eat obediently.

The next day, Dr. Fang came to give her another day's drip, and her appetite improved a lot in the evening.

But what made her angry was that Mo Shiqian didn't allow her to eat in the bedroom and insisted on taking her to the dining room.

There was still no blood on her face, "I'm so tired, and I have no energy."

He lifted the quilt and stretched out his arms to her, "I'll carry you over."

Chi Huan didn't move, "The bed is comfortable and warm."

It was indeed cold, but the entire apartment had a sufficient heating system, even in pajamas it would not feel cold.

The man said lightly, "Eat in the bedroom, there will be a smell of oily smoke."

Chi Huan, "..."

She fell on the bed, and the quilt covered her head, "Then I won't eat, anyway, I can't eat, you forced me to eat."

Without saying a word, Mo Shiqian lifted the quilt and threw it aside, grabbed the person on the bed into his arms, hugged him horizontally, and went out, "After dinner, take a shower and wash your hair."

"I have no clothes to wear."

The man said flatly, "If you don't wash it, it will go rancid."

"Mo Shiqian, are you despising me?"

Chi Huan felt that she was a woman after all, and she was a small woman with little air. You could force her to eat and take medicine, because no matter how much she made a fuss, she knew that it was still for her health.

But disgusted...she was really angry!

The man remained calm, "Hair is also greasy."

Chi Huan became even more annoyed. She washed her hair the night she got wet, and that's the only thing she didn't wash last night. How could it be oily?

I thought so, but I couldn't help but reach out and stroke my hair.

Mo Shiqian looked down at her almost unconscious movements, ignorant and dazed, so cute, the curvature of her lips couldn't help but tickle.

Chi Huan said with a tiger face, "My hair is clean."

The man put her on the dining chair, "eat."

She snorted, picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

Although Mo Shiqian forced him to eat something these two days, he only ate a little bit, probably because his health got better and his appetite returned, and the food on the table was not only rich, but also good-looking, and smelled like When it rises, it makes people feel hungry.

She took a bite of the fish and tasted it. It was delicious. She couldn't help asking, "Where did you buy your food? It tastes good."

The porridge I had yesterday was also delicious.

Much more delicious than the takeaway she ordered.

Mo Shiqian filled the soup, looked up at her when he heard the words, and said calmly, "Looks like you bought it?"

Chi Huan bit his chopsticks, his eyes widened, "I didn't buy it, could it be...you made it yourself?"

Because she never cooks, she is either ordering takeaway at home or serving as a servant of Chi's family, so she never thought that Mo Shiqian made these at all.

The man didn't even glance at her this time, "Eat."