Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

She slowly raised her head until her legs and feet were numb because of the stagnant blood.

A long figure enveloped her.

She saw two slender and straight legs, and further up, it was Mo Shiqian's handsome and deserted face. He put one hand into his trouser pocket, condescendingly, looking at her faintly.

Seeing him, Chi Huan felt that her embarrassment was suddenly lost, and she wanted to stand up when she got up.

The legs that have been squatting and numb can be relieved all at once, staggering and falling to one side.

The man stretched out his arms and firmly supported her waist, a very magnetic voice rang in her ears, "Do you need me to hold it?"

These years, Mo Shiqian did not hug her less.

Chi Huan supported his arm, "You can help me sit on the bench over there for a while, just slowly."

While talking, she moved her foot slowly.

Mo Shiqian lowered his head and glanced at her movements, still reached out his hand to hold her up, and walked to the bench over there.

Chi Huan looked at his handsome and cold face, and wondered if he was her bodyguard, this kind of holding was a bit too close, after all, she just had a numb leg and didn't suffer any injuries.

The man placed her on the bench and watched her lower her head and pinch her feet.

She squeezed her head up to look at him, "You made a special trip to tell me something?"

The bench was under a hundred-year-old banyan tree, and the light had all dimmed, and only the whirling light that had penetrated the leaves leaked on her body.

Mo Shiqian looked at the direction in which Lamborghini was leaving, and squinted, "Are you reconciled?"

She lowered her head again and pinched her feet again, "Well, he came to me for the wedding in advance."

After a moment of silence, the man's low voice seemed to be surrounded by a light smile, and there was no surprise, "Is the wedding held in advance?"

"I promised."

He hummed, as if with a low smile, "It looks like I can finish work early."

As early as after she and Mo Xigu set up the marriage date, he accidentally revealed that he will serve as her bodyguard until her wedding day.

Thinking of this, she wrinkled her brows, but did not express anything.

Chi Huan asked him again, "Is there anything wrong with you coming to my house to find me?"

"No more."

It's not that there is no, but there is none.

"Xigu said that Su Yabing has left the villa under his name, is it true?"

"I thought that if Mo Shao said it, you would believe it."

She frowned, "You are here, I'll just ask by the way."

"Well, it's gone, he didn't lie to you."

Chi Huan nodded, the numbness on her feet had almost eased, and she stood up, "I'm going back to eat. If it's okay, you can go back."

After speaking, she turned around.

"Miss."

She turned her head to look at him, "What else?"

The man’s eyes were deep and calm, and he asked in a quiet, methodical voice, “I won’t show up on your wedding day. Do you need me to prepare the medicine for your bridal chamber in advance?”

The evening breeze passed, and there was a whirling rustle among the leaves.

Chi Huan looked at him with a pair of eyes, motionless.

Mo Shiqian bowed his head slightly, his tone unchanged, "If you need it, you will find me again. If it's okay, I'll go."

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Early the next morning, Mo Xigu had already arrived before Chi Huan went out.

Chi Huan went out with him only after matching simple makeup.

Downstairs, the old gentleman Moxi opened the co-pilot's door for her. She smiled and said, "Didn't I say I'm going to find you?"

The man smiled faintly, "That was what you said. I didn't say that I would wait for you to come to me."

She bowed her head and fastened her seat belt, and looked at the man beside her, "Where are you going to take me, do you have any arrangements?"

Mo Xigu had already started the car, "Go to see the new house."

She was startled, "New house?"

The man who drove looked sideways at her, "After marriage, don't you plan to move out and live with me alone?"

"Oh... of course," she raised her hand and stroked her eyebrows, "It's just that you haven't mentioned it before."

He held the steering wheel with his hands and looked forward, "Is it because I haven't kissed you before, so you feel uncomfortable?"

Chi Huan's hands on the bag gradually curled up, and his eyes drooped.

"Maybe a little bit."

The new house is a villa under the former name of Moxi. The location and environment are very good, not particularly large, but more than enough for newlyweds.

Standing on the grass in the villa garden, Chi Huan put his hands together and said with a look of longing, "I want to have a dog and another cat, Xigu, do you like pets?"

Mo Xigu wore an iron-gray suit with elegant ironing. He faintly looked at Chi Huan's smiling face, and replied faintly, "I don't hate it, just raise it if you like it."

She then smiled at him, "That's it, we will go to the pet shop to pick it when we come back from Europe."

Mo Xigu looked at her pure and beautiful smile, and his apple was rolling up and down, "Okay."

At this moment, he thought slightly, living with such a woman, even for a lifetime, might not be too unbearable.

How many people become famous, but still lose their love. Perhaps the so-called love of this life is originally put in the bottom of my heart, not by the side.

There is only one week left for the wedding.

Mo Xigu showed his patience with Chi Huan in the future. After seeing the new house, he invited her to dinner every day, accompanied her to the mall, and bought clothes, bags, and jewelry.

No matter how expensive he was, he swiped his card without blinking. He even took a bunch of red roses the morning when he took her to pick a wedding ring.

Chi Huan held the flower, her delicate and white face seemed to be flushed against the bright colors, her lips pursed and smiled, "Thank you."

In fact, Mo Xiegu rarely saw her in such a small woman's state. With a heart move, he bowed his head and smiled lowly, "Is there no reward?"

She was startled, holding the flower on her tiptoe and gently kissed him on the cheek.

Then he took two steps back and smiled, "Wait a moment, I will put the flowers in the vase, then pack the bag and go."

He ran back to the living room quickly.

Mo Xiegu looked at her back, with a curve on her lips unconsciously.

Chi Huan found a vase and inserted the roses carefully.

The phone on the man's body suddenly rang. He frowned, took out the phone and looked at the notes on the screen, and walked toward the balcony with a slip of his finger, "What's the matter."

The assistant's eager voice rang on the phone, "Ms. Mo, we have found news about Miss Su... It was Yang Hao who just called, and he said... Miss Su committed suicide, let you save her..."

suicide……

Mo Xiegu's eyes were cold, and his voice became horribly cold. "Suicide? Didn't my mother say that as long as I get married, she promises not to move Yabing's hair?"

The assistant said a little embarrassed, "It seems like... Madam deliberately locked Miss Su and Yang Hao together... and gave them medicine, thinking... Miss Su reacted fiercely and cut her wrist with a fruit knife."

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