Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

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

The man said lightly, "No."

"..."

Who asked if he was out, would she answer the question?

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

Vaguely heard that the mobile phone in the living room was shaking, Chi Huan slightly raised his chin, and called the opposite man, "Go and bring me the mobile phone."

The man looked at her and stood up without a word.

On the screen of the mobile phone is Sister Yao, that is, Chi Huan's agent.

Chi Huan glanced down and answered the key. "Sister is back from Australia?"

Compared to her sweetness, there is a thunderous thunder. "I told you Chi Huan, I had to say my tongue at the beginning and advised you not to marry so early. You do n’t want to end it. All the media today are reporting your marriage. You dare tell me that the moth is temporarily out of marriage, and I can't kill you! "

Artists like Chi Huan got married when their career peak was still so young, and the agent was the first to stand up against it, enumerating numerous reasons for opposition.

But no way, no one can hold back the waywardness of Miss Chi.

After Chi Huan announced that she had rested for half a year, Sister Yao couldn't regenerate her anger, but after finding it out, she found that she was on vacation, so she bought air tickets to travel around the world, and flew back until last night to prepare for her wedding today.

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

"Don't you know yet?"

"Do not know what is this?"

"I heard my girlfriend who was a reporter said that Mosi temporarily held a press conference and basically invited all the mainstream media. Don't you know about this?"

Chi Huan looked down at his lips and said nothing.

Sister Yao didn't get her answer over there and raised her voice, "You got dumped? Or was it on the wedding day?"

If there is a similar arc on her lips, she said lightly, "It is better to be dumped before marriage than to be dumped after marriage. It is better to become a second marriage head, right?"

Sister Yao, "..."

"Moshi unilaterally cancelled the wedding without telling you?"

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

"Huaner," Sister Yao's voice sank, and she immediately said decisively, "Don't be impulsive, I'll ask the public relations team to discuss the measures immediately."

"No, I know how to solve it. Just tell me the address. If you don't help me ... I'm looking for someone else."

"Chi Huan ..."

"Bye, wait for your news."

She didn't wait for a response there, and she hung up.

Raising her eyes, she looked at Qian Mo's deep and indifferent eyes, "prepare and send me to the press conference later."

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

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

The doorbell rang again within a few minutes.

The younger brother, who was taken out before, returned and held a small bag in his hand. "That ... Seven Brother asked if you want this?"

Mo Shiqian glanced at him, then frowned slightly, but still reached out and lifted his lips lightly, "Send someone to inquire about the press conference that Mo Xi had prepared, staring at Su Yabing and Yang Hao."

"Good brother, are there any other orders?"

"No, go and do something."

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

The man's long figure leaned against the door frame, his dark and silent eyes stared at her and applied lipstick to the mirror. Finally he took a red coat and put it on, then picked a scarf.

The temperature has plummeted today and it is already winter.

She put on her overcoat and passed him the scarf. "You're tall, wrap me around."

He hummed, and took over her scarf around her neck, drew her long hair inside, and almost drowned 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, dissatisfied, "You don't even look at me."

Because he helped her to wrap her scarf, the man lowered his head, and if there was a breathless spray on her ears and neck, her voice was also faint and mute, "I have been standing for a long time."

Chi Huan pursed his lips and didn't talk anymore, standing still waiting for him to get it done.

She picked up a bag with clothes, then went back to the study room to pack something, and when she was ready to change her shoes and went out, she saw the man sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table, black eyes looked at her and whispered, go."

She walked around with a bag and looked down at the things on the coffee table.

A glass of water, and white pills.

Chi Huan teased his lips and taunted him, "You are quite experienced."

For a moment, the man said, "Common sense."

"What if I don't eat?"

He said lightly, "Yes, but if you are pregnant, you can only give birth and you cannot kill it."

"You raise?"

"Of course I raise it."

Chi Huan looked at this handsome and deep face, and for a moment did not know what the man was thinking.

He seemed to have a very strong sense of responsibility. He could be with her after going to bed with her, and having a child would be able to give birth. It is estimated that she would have no problem marrying, but this feeling made her very uncomfortable.

Because obviously, no matter if she is Chi Huan or Huan Huan, he has the same attitude.

He even estimated that 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 give birth. How could there be such a cheap thing for him.

Put down the bag, lean over to pick up the medicine and water, and swallowed neatly.

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

Mo Shiqian narrowed her eyes and looked at the back of her expressionless face as she set aside the cup.

Is she ... unhappy?

…………

The address Sister Yao had been given to her, right in the church where they held their wedding.

When Chi Huan got on the bus, his pretty face leaned out of the car window, and he watched the changing streetscape without blinking. The whole person was very quiet, and he could not see sadness, nor anger.

You can't even see any emotions.

An hour before the original wedding was held by Mosi, the reporter heard the news long ago. Not only that, but the guests who originally planned to attend the wedding also reached half of them.

The man who had been driving quietly suddenly opened his mouth with a low smile, "Are you going to take me to Mosy's face and anger him?"

Chi Huan suddenly turned her head and twisted her delicate eyebrows. "I forgot to say it. Later when someone asked, you are still my bodyguard. You must not tell anyone that you are me ..."

Mo Shiqian raised an eyebrow slightly. "What?"

"Don't tell anyone about your relationship with me. You are still my bodyguard in front of others. Love, understand?"