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

Chi Huan drank soy milk, and then said without looking up, "Isn't it because you took me?"

The man said lightly, "No."

"..."

Who asked him if it was right? Is she answering questions?

She lowered her head and continued to drink soy milk, and Mo Shiqian did not continue to question her.

Vaguely hearing the mobile phone vibrating in the living room, Chi Huan slightly propped his chin and called the man opposite, "Go and bring me the phone."

The man glanced at her and got up without saying a word.

The screen of the mobile phone shows sister Yao, who is Chi Huan's agent.

Chi Huan lowered his eyes and slid the answer button, "My sister is back from Australia?"

Compared to her sweetness, there was a thunderous rush over there, "I told you Chi Huan, I had to break my tongue and persuaded you not to get married so early. If you don’t want to get married, all the media today are reporting on your marriage. Do you dare to tell me that the marriage of Yao Mozi can't be concluded temporarily, I will kill you!"

For artists like Chi Huan who got married when their career peak was still such a young age, the agent was the first to stand up against him, listing countless reasons for opposition.

But no way, no one can stand Miss Chi's waywardness.

After Chi Huan announced that she had rested for half a year, Sister Yao had no choice but to regain her anger, but she found out that she was on vacation too, so she bought a plane ticket to travel around the world, and only flew back last night to prepare for today's wedding.

Chi Huan tilted her head slightly and put down the soy milk, "Sister Yao, how do you know that I'm not going to end up?"

"Don't you know yet?"

"Do not know what is this?"

"I heard my best friend who is a reporter said that Moxigu held a temporary press conference and basically invited all mainstream media. Don't you know about this?"

Chi Huan lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, without speaking.

Sister Yao didn't get her answer over there, she raised her voice, "Are you dumped? Or on the day of the wedding?"

If there is a seeming arc on her lips, she said faintly, "It's better to be dumped before marriage than to be dumped after marriage and become a second marriage for nothing, right?"

Sister Yao, "..."

"Mo Xigu unilaterally canceled the wedding without telling you?"

"Sister Yao, please find out where the press conference will be held for me."

"Huan'er," Sister Yao's voice sank, and she immediately said decisively, "Don't be impulsive, I will talk to the public relations team immediately to discuss countermeasures."

"No, I know how to solve it. Just tell me the address. If you don't ask me for it... I'll look for someone else."

"Chi Huan..."

"Bye bye, waiting for your news."

Without waiting for a response from the other side, she hung up the phone.

Lifting her eyes, she looked at Shiqian's deep and indifferent eyes, "Get ready, and send me to the press conference later."

The man stared at her for a few seconds, "Okay."

Chi Huan returned to the cloakroom to change clothes, while Mo Shiqian was waiting for her in the living room.

Within a few minutes the doorbell rang again.

The little brother who was carried out before went back, holding a small bag in his hand, "That... Seventh brother asks if you want this?"

Mo Shiqian glanced at it, and then frowned slightly, but he reached out his hand to take it, lifted his lips and said faintly, "Send someone to inquire about the press conference prepared by Mo Xigu, and stare at Su Yabing and Yang Hao."

"Good brother, do you have any other orders?"

"No, go do something."

Chi Huan picked a dress in the cloakroom, and then spent more than an hour putting on makeup.

The man's long figure leaned on the door frame, staring at her with dark and quiet eyes, applying lipstick to the mirror, and finally took a red coat and put on a scarf.

The temperature dropped sharply today, and it is already winter.

She put on the overcoat herself, and handed him the scarf, "You are taller, wrap me around."

He mumbled, then took her to wrap the scarf around her neck, tucked her long hair inside, and almost submerged half of her chin.

Chi Huan looked up at the man's perfectly curved jaw, "Do I look beautiful today?"

"Ok."

She kicked him lightly and said dissatisfied, "What are you doing, didn't even look at me."

Because he was wearing a scarf for her, the man lowered his head, and if the seemingly nonchalant breath gushes in her ears and neck, his voice is also dull, "I have stood for a long time."

Chi Huan pursed his lips and didn't speak any more, standing still waiting for him to fix it.

She picked a bag to match her clothes, and then went back to the study to pack up some things. When she was about to change her shoes, she saw the man sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table. She looked at her with dark eyes and whispered, "Eat this before go."

She walked over with her bag and looked down at the things on the coffee table.

A glass of water and white pills.

Chi Huan teased him, "You are quite experienced."

After a moment of silence, the man said, "Common sense."

"What if I don't eat it?"

He said lightly, "Yes, but if you are pregnant, you can only give birth, not get rid of it."

"You raise?"

"Of course I raise it."

Looking at this handsome and deep face, Chi Huan didn't even know what the man was thinking.

He seems to have a strong sense of responsibility. He can be with her when he sleeps with her, and he can be born and raised after having a child. It is estimated that she said that there is no problem with getting married, but this feeling makes her very uncomfortable.

Because obviously, whether she is Chi Huan or Zaohuan, he has this attitude.

He even estimated that he would have this attitude towards the so-called childhood sweetheart fiancee.

She didn't know what nonsense she was talking to him, he was willing to raise her or not, how could there be such a cheap thing for him.

Put down the bag, leaned over and picked up the medicine and water, and swallowed it neatly.

After eating, the cup was placed heavily on the coffee table, making a loud noise.

Mo Shiqian squinted his eyes and looked at her back when she put down the cup and walked out with no expression.

Is she... unhappy?

…………

Sister Yao had already sent her the address, right in the church where they held their wedding.

From the moment Chi Huan got in the car, Qiaomei's face was slanted out of the car window, her eyes looked at the changing street scene without blinking, she was very quiet, she could not see sadness or anger.

You can't even see any emotions.

The temporary press conference held by Mo Xiegu was an hour before the scheduled wedding, and reporters had heard the news a long time ago. Not only that, more than half of the guests who originally planned to attend the wedding have also arrived.

The man who had been driving quietly suddenly laughed and said, "Are you going to take me to Mo Xigu and anger him?"

Chi Huan suddenly turned her head and twisted her delicately drawn eyebrows, "I forgot to say it. Later when someone asks, you are still my bodyguard. You are not allowed to tell people that you are me..."

Mo Shiqian raised his eyebrows slightly, "What?"

"You are not allowed to tell anyone about your relationship with me. You are still my bodyguard in front of others. You are in love, understand?"

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