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

Chi Huan looked at him, his expression was unusual, as if she couldn't see her being angry at all.

Pushing him away, she walked into the bathroom barefoot with a sullen expression.

After taking a shower and coming out in a bathrobe, the man was no longer in the bedroom. She closed the door, turned out her clothes and changed them, and then looked at the mirror to sort her long hair.

The skin that used to be fair, inexplicably bloody, white and red.

Mo Shiqian was cooking noodles in the kitchen. She walked to the door and asked, "I want to pack things, do you have a box?"

He has a long stature and is wearing a simple dark gray sweater. There is no smoke or fire even when standing in the kitchen. "No need to clean up. It was originally bought for temporary use. Just leave it here."

"No, I want to take it away."

The man looked sideways, "Are you missing?"

She was speechless, of course she was not lacking.

"If you want it or like it, I'll get it for you."

Chi Huan, "..."

Leaving her things here means that she will stay here again in the future.

But she also felt that she was clamoring to take it away, and it seemed that she was trying to cover up something that was not very important at first, and she did not lack it.

So she folded back in sullenness, only took the bag she bought that day, and then picked up a few lipsticks she liked and threw in. The other clothes were arranged in the cloakroom, and the skin care products and makeup were also put away in the box.

When eating noodles, she lowered her head and ate the noodles silently.

I ignored his posture.

But... she didn't feel that he had any influence.

He even seemed unaware, everything went as usual, not to mention that he was not a talkative man.

He can only say a few more words to coax her when he wants to sleep with her.

In the underground parking lot, Mo Shiqian drove her back in her car, pulling the door for her as usual.

She frowned and said dullly, "What about the reporters outside my community?"

The man said lightly, "It has been dealt with."

Chi Huan, "..."

When did this happen?

She had some dark guesses, whether this man would like her to leave sooner.

When the car drove downstairs to her apartment, the reporter was nowhere to be seen. Chi Huan then remembered what happened in 1999 last night. This man is more capable than she thought. It is nothing to deal with a few reporters.

However, I haven't returned for several days, and the silence that comes from opening the door to the pavement seems to be stained with dust.

The man's dark eyes stared at her condescendingly, his voice still low, "Let the servant of the Chi family come and clean up the house for you before cooking, eh?"

She sat on the sofa and said nothing.

Mo Shiqian didn't seem to care either. He raised his hand to touch her head and said calmly, "You rest at home, I'll come over at night."

…………

After he left, Chi Huan sat alone on the familiar sofa, holding her familiar pillow in a daze.

The three days of living in Xishan Mansion was like a dream, maybe absurd, but it was enough for her to escape briefly.

To come back here is to return to reality.

Looking up, the bouquet of roses on the table had already withered when she left, if it had withered completely.

When Chi Huan opened the notebook in the study to check the script of the mailbox, the phone suddenly vibrated.

She raised her eyes and saw that the words Moxigu were on the screen.

Looking at the blue brocade box next to the notebook, Chi Huan reached out to pick up the phone and slid to answer.

"Chi Huan."

Mo Xiegu's voice was a little hoarse and unexpected, probably because she didn't expect that she would answer the phone suddenly, so that she didn't know what to say.

She stared at the laptop screen and said faintly, "Are you looking for me?"

"where are you now?"

"I'm home."

After a moment of silence, the man asked at the other end, "Can you come out and meet me?"

Chi Huan played with the brocade box with his fingers, and agreed without hesitation, "Yes."

Mo Xigu reported the agreed time and place there, and at noon, he was in a western restaurant.

"it is good."

…………

At noon, western restaurant, relatively hidden deck.

When Chi Huan arrived, Mo Xigu had already arrived. He was looking at the river scene outside the window in a daze. He turned his head until the bag was resting on the table with a slight noise.

The woman was pure, wearing a low-key black coat, a beige scarf buried her face, she was still wearing a pair of big brown sunglasses, and her long hair was tied up.

After sitting down, she took off her scarf and sunglasses.

It was only a few days, but goodbye seemed to have been months away.

She only put on a simple light makeup, but her complexion was indescribable, and there was no speculation between her eyebrows and the sadness of the outside world. It was pure and clean, a little less charming and more beautiful than a little girl. Quiet.

On the contrary, he was still handsome, but between his mild brows, there was a lingering haze, and he was even a little distraught and haggard.

"how can I help you?"

Mo Xigu looked at her and asked lowly, "Where do you live these days?"

Chi Huan laughed, "You came out specifically, didn't you just ask this?"

He looked at her for a while, and then said lightly, "Sister Yao said that during this time no one can contact you, and don't know where you are, and worry that something will happen to you."

"I'm fine, I just want to be quiet for a while."

Mo Xigu looked at her deeply and slowly said, "You went too hurried that day, I didn't have time to say sorry to you, Chi Huan, I'm sorry."

He actually said this in the church.

It's just that in the past few days when she disappeared, his apologies have been breeding wildly.

He couldn't even adapt, she suddenly disappeared from his life, a woman who was ready to spend her life together.

It's hard to say that it hurts my heart, but I'm not used to it, and it's empty.

He called her several calls every day, she never answered, and suddenly agreed to meet him today... He was also surprised, he thought she would definitely not show up in front of him again.

Chi Huan said lightly, "It has passed."

As she said, she put the bag on her lap, opened the hidden button, took out the blue brocade box from the inside, and moved her finger to him, "I don’t have all the other things you gave me. It's sorted out and returned to you, but the ring is different, so I'll return it to you."

Some things do not have to be returned, but some things cannot be collected.

Because it is a wedding ring, but also because it is a nine-carat diamond.

Mo Xiegu looked at the box, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, "You don't have to return it to me specially."

She chuckled, "Only? I thought you were looking for something to do with me."

In fact, she promised him to come out to meet, mainly to return the ring.

But she really didn't say much about seeing him. She was fine at home anyway.

Mo Xiegu looked at the ring box, looking up, thinking about something--

With a click, white light flashed.

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