Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Chi Huan's expression was stunned for a moment, she lowered her eyes, she couldn't tell what she felt for a moment, she raised her hand and poured herself a glass of wine, she lowered her head and drank slowly, the mellow red wine flooded the taste buds, with a long aftertaste .

She suddenly said, "Mo Shiqian."

"Um?"

"I want to go and see where you have lived all these years, okay?"

The man looked at her, a little surprised, but still nodded without hesitation, "Naturally."

She raised the glass of red wine in her hand and shook it lightly. The wine was like a chuckle on her face, "Then you can cook for me tonight. I want to eat Chinese food. I see this Even the best Chinese restaurant chefs can’t match your skills.”

Mo Shiqian said with a half-smile, "Do you want to visit the place where I live, or do you want me to cook for you?"

"I want to, can't I?"

"Okay," he looked at her slightly pursed red lips, and smiled lowly, "Your Highness can say whatever you want."

She coughed lightly, "Then you go back later and ask your servants to prepare the ingredients, and then have a holiday at night."

The color of the man's eyes changed instantly when he looked at her, becoming deep and hot.

Chi Huan guessed what he was thinking at once, and opened his mouth to say something, but he still didn't say anything. He put down the wine glass, propped his chin, and turned his head to look outside.

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In the evening, Rolls-Royce drove slowly into the milky white luxury villa in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Sitting on the co-pilot, Chi Huan glanced casually, "Didn't you live in the Lawrence family's manor or something?"

She remembered which newspaper she read about how much land the Lawrence family lived in...

"No."

"Oh... Is Mo Shichen still floating outside alone now or has he gone back?"

The man answered her patiently, "He went back to live in the manor, and also returned to the company, but he has been included in the death list, and he needs some time to deal with the issue of his identity."

"How is your relationship with him?"

Mo Shiqian turned his head to look at her, and said calmly, "What relationship can I have with him?"

He and Mo Shichen have always been two separate individuals who are related by blood but not very familiar.

Oh, for Mo Shichen, he is still the kidnapper who kidnapped his sweetheart.

Chi Huan, "..."

She thought to herself, after all, they were brothers, and the two people's indifference to each other was exactly the same. Although she didn't like Lawrence and the Lawrence family, she didn't have a bad impression of Mo Shichen either.

When she got out of the car, she found it strange that... Mo Shichen had already been mentioned, and he didn't "by the way" tell her when Mo Shichen would take over his current position.

Mo Shiqian opened the co-pilot's door for her, and led her all the way in.

When he arrived in the living room, he took off his suit and hung it on the hanger in an orderly manner, while looking back at the little woman who was looking around with her eyes open, with a smile on her thin lips, "What do you want to drink?"

She blinked, "It's cold, I want some hot tea."

The man hummed, rolled up the sleeves of the dark blue shirt he was wearing, turned around and went into the kitchen to make a new pot of tea for her, and after pouring her a cup, he whispered in the dense tea fragrance, "I'll do it. Fan, can you play by yourself?"

"I'll just go shopping by myself. Is there any place in your villa where you can't see people or can't be entered? Let me make it clear first, so as not to offend me."

Mo Shiqian looked at her with lowered eyes for a while, before replying quietly, "You and I can enter, let alone my place."

Chi Huan, "..."

She raised her head to look at this handsome face that was still serious and didn't seem to be playing hooligans for a few seconds, then turned around expressionlessly.

Who is entering whom?

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She went directly to the second floor, which should be the living room and study.

The second floor is very quiet, the corridor is covered with carpets, and there are still framed paintings hanging on the walls. She took a look at them one by one, and thought that this should not be Mo Shiqian's masterpiece, he is not such a leisurely person.

It was probably done by Tangtang.

From the moment she drove into the villa and glanced at the flowers and plants as far as she could see, she felt the traces of Xia Tangtang's existence.

That is a literary and homely woman, and the whole villa has her style looming.

Some women are like this, they look too inconspicuous and indifferent, but when they pass by, even if people are gone, things are gone, but there will always be something faintly left behind, and the real silence is powerful.

She felt that there was always something unpleasant about it.

Xia Tangtang's bedroom had already been tidied up into a hotel-like guest room by the servants. The room was empty, the mattress had turned white, and it was spotless.

As for Little Mango, her bed is much smaller, which can be seen at a glance.

Among the three bedrooms, the last one she opened the door to enter was Mo Shiqian's bedroom. She was stunned when the door opened, and then involuntarily covered half of her face, but she still couldn't hide the unexpected smile.

This man is really... boring.

Boring and coquettish.

The design of the bedroom is very simple, the main color is gray and white, clean and deserted, there is almost nothing superfluous at first glance, except for the huge poster on the wall, which looks very out of place and destroys the beauty.

The person on the poster is naturally her.

It should be a photoshoot she has taken before, but she has taken a lot of photoshoots over the years, and I don't quite remember when it was taken. It was taken on the beach by the sea.

The background is the golden light of the setting sun. She is wearing a bikini inside and a long tulle-like shawl outside, blown up by the sea breeze, and she turned her head to the camera when she stepped on the soft sand with her bare feet laugh.

Hazy sexy, sweet and lazy, but more mysterious and cunning like a cat.

She stood in the room and looked at it for a long time, and finally felt very satisfied.

Beautiful.

She was the only one in his bedroom, and there was no trace of Xia Tangtang, which made her very satisfied.

After leaving Mo Shiqian's bedroom, she pushed open the door of his study.

Quiet, heavy and dark.

The bookshelves piled up with books and the dark decoration exude a classical sense of solemnity.

Only the two bright red roses on the desk embellish the only color of this space.

Chi Huan walked over slowly, and sat down in the black leather swivel chair behind the desk, imagining him sitting here reading or working, with two fresh roses in the vase.

Next to the vase, several photo frames are placed in an orderly manner.

It's all her, and it's her only photo.

There are also stills, photos, commercial photos, and life photos.

There is a photo frame in it, because of the design, a piece of it has been cut out, a chain is wound several times and hung on it, and a ring is hung on the chain.

Her heart suddenly flinched.

She knew that ring, it was the ring he gave her when he proposed to her five years ago.