Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

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Chi Huan pursed his lips and looked up at the man in the rearview mirror, "Aren't you going to give me a conclusion?"

He said lightly, "Yang Hao went to the underground parking lot after leaving the ward ... he did have a car parked there, so I can't confirm whether he heard your news from Su Yabing's mouth, or just as Mo Shao said, just happened to touch I was temporarily sent to pick up your driver. "

Chi Huan looked down and asked after a while, "What do you think?"

The man yanked his thin lips, bringing out a slight arc, "I never believe in coincidence."

At night, the cool breeze learns, and the dead leaves on the roadside are blown up and fall down again.

Chi Huan sat in the car for a while and said, "Go back."

When there is nothing special, Mo Shiqian will not follow her upstairs.

Beside the car, he was handsome and quiet. "If there is nothing else for the young lady, I will go back first."

Chi Huan looked at his cold and deep eyes, "Mo Shiqian."

The man didn't say anything, just looked up at her, his eyes were very quiet.

"I thought that he might have some pity for Su Yabing, his first love, or his unwillingness to be forced to separate, but I also thought that he would not deviate."

Her voice was quiet in the wind and a little confused.

Mo Shiqian has seen her in many ways, but she is rarely confused because she always knows what she wants.

"So, what judgment did you use to reach such a conclusion?"

Chi Huan glanced at him, then retracted her gaze, and looked away, the wind blew her long hair, and a few strands of hair fell on her fair face.

She lowered her head. "I went back to sleep."

Mo Shi modestly frowned, didn't ask much, just said as usual, "OK."

Chi Huan turned and walked into the apartment building.

She walked slowly, holding a small handbag in her hand, her hair loose and fluttering in the wind.

Mo Shiqian stood on the spot, her eyes looked at her distant back quietly, and her thin lips provoked a faint arc.

Don't you want to be known in the psychological world?

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Chi Huan stayed out at home for three days.

She took a leave for Mo Shiqian, didn't go to Mosi's house, and didn't even call him. Of course, Moxi didn't come to her.

She wasn't particularly sullen at first, but in the past three days she was reading at home, and by the way, she sent her agent to her mailbox to find out about the script that she wanted to film.

The meal was called takeaway. Later, she was tired of taking out food, so she simply called back to the Chi family, asked the chef to cook, and then brought the servant over. The life was quite comfortable.

Until the evening of the third day, the doorbell rang, and she thought it was a maid over. She had forgotten to throw the book and opened the door. "Why is it so early today, I am not talking about six o'clock ..."

Her voice stopped abruptly, and it wasn't the maid who served her meals every day.

It's Mosi.

Chi Huan's expression faded a little, and then he re-laughed again. "I didn't make a phone call. I came to my house. It seems you made a good decision."

Moses looked into her eyes, and her voice was hoarse, "Will you let me in?"

"Oh, yes."

As she spoke, she let go and let him in.

Mosi lifted his foot in, and when he changed shoes in the porch, he naturally saw a pair of men's slippers.

Chi Huan had opened the shoe cabinet and took out a pair of new ones and handed them to him, "Wear this, new."

There are only one pair of men's slippers on the shoe rack, and the other two pairs are women's.

He changed his shoes and asked, "Is this pair of shoes Mo Shiqian?"

"Huh."

"He often goes in and out of your apartment?"

"It's often."

Obviously it was the expected answer, even if you did n’t even think about it, but Moxi could n’t help but ask a little more, and waited for him to change his shoes and sit on the sofa. .

"You like drinking tea. This is the Dahongpao that I deliberately took from my dad. It should be fine tea."

Mosi took a look at her delicate and clean features, probably because she was at home, so she did n’t have makeup, and her face without Shidai looked like a cute little girl, with long hair **** casually, with casual nice.

Her apartment was clean and tidy to his surprise, without the pink line he imagined, and without the littering clothes, trash, and chopsticks he imagined.

Chi Huan held his head, looked at his eyes, smiled, "My maid will come here every day to clean up my house. I don't like to stay in a messy place."

Moxi's gaze finally returned to her, straight, "Chi Huan."

She was wearing a thin cashmere skirt in the autumn, with a simple sweater on it, sitting opposite him, and feeling at home and lazy.

His voice was more hoarse, but more concise, "Let's get ahead of the wedding."

Chi Huan froze, "Ahead? Why?"

The man looked into her eyes, and the muffled voice was a little confused, "Isn't you going to marry me?"

Chi Huan nodded slowly, "Marry."

"Then I have someone arrange the wedding."

"Why is it so fast?"

Mosi stared at her again for a while, and said lightly, "Aren't you giving me time to think about it, I've thought about it clearly, I'll marry you, and we'll travel to Europe after the wedding,"

After a pause, he added, "We haven't gotten along well in these years, and we take this opportunity to cultivate our feelings."

She raised an eyebrow slightly. "What about Su Yabing?"

He lowered his eyes, making people's eyes less clear, and his tone seemed very mild. "She will return to the United States. I will let her find a job there, and I will also contact her lawyer. When? A lawyer who decides to divorce will handle everything for her. "

Chi Huan smiled, "I thought ... after you know that she has guarded you like a jade for you for so many years, you will give up her engagement with me and choose to continue her frontier for her, although it sounds very difficult."

Mosi looked at her for a while, and a smile burst into her eyes, but it was bitterly cold. "Chi Huan, don't think of me too well."

She stared slightly, but didn't speak, just looked at him with her head tilted.

"Ya Bing is my first love and the only woman I have ever loved in my life,"

His voice sounded very light, but he knew that there was no temperature. "But as you said, reconciling with her will cost too much. My mother won't allow it. The entire Mo family won't allow it. All Neither the situation nor the reality is allowed, not to mention that I have not been in love for a long time now, and I can give up all positions of power for a woman. "

"So you gave up on her?"

Mosi looked at her, and taunted, "Are you expecting me to cancel her engagement with you?"