Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

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Chi Huan looked at him, and he looked very ordinary, as if he couldn't see she was angry.

Pushing him away, she went into the bathroom barefoot with a sullen air.

After taking a shower and coming out wearing a bathrobe, the man was no longer in the bedroom. She closed the door, flipped out of her clothes, and replaced her long hair in the mirror.

The pale skin in the past was inexplicably bloody, and white and red.

Mo Shiqian cooks noodles in the kitchen. She walks to the door and asks with a raised face. "I want to pack things. Do you have any boxes?"

He is long and dressed in a very simple dark gray sweater, even when standing in the kitchen, there is no fire and smoke, "No need to clean up, I originally bought it for temporary use, just leave here."

"No, I want to take it."

The man looked over and said, "Are you missing?"

She was speechless, and she certainly wasn't lacking.

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

Chi Huan, "..."

Leaving her things here means clearly that she will stay here again.

But she also felt that she had to be taken away, and she seemed to be trying to cover something. It wasn't important at all, and she did not lack it.

Then I went back again in a sullen mood, took only the bag I bought that day, and picked up a few lipsticks she likes, and threw them in. The other clothes were put in the cloakroom, and the skincare makeup was put away in the box.

When eating noodles, she bowed her head and muffled.

Put aside his posture.

But ... she didn't feel that much of his influence.

He even seemed to be unaware that everything was as usual, not to mention a man who was not too talkative.

He would just coax her a few more words when he wanted to go to bed with her.

In the underground parking lot, Mo Shiqian drove her car back to her, and pulled the car door for her as usual.

She frowned, and said dumbly, "What about the reporters outside my neighborhood?"

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

Chi Huan, "..."

When did this happen?

She had some dark speculations as to whether the man was anxious for her to leave early.

The car drove downstairs to her apartment, and it turned out that reporters had disappeared. Chi Huan remembered what happened last night in 1999. The man was more capable than she thought. Dealing with several reporters was nothing.

But for a few days, I didn't come back, and the silence from opening the door surface seemed to be stained with dust.

The man's deep black eyes stared down at her, his voice still low, "Let the servants of the Chi family come over to clean up the house and cook again, eh?"

She sat on the sofa without saying a word.

Mo Shiqian didn't seem to care, raised her hand and touched her head, said quietly, "You rest at home, I'll come here at night."

…………

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

Living in Xishan Mansion for three days seemed like a dream, perhaps absurd, but enough for her to escape shortly.

Back here is tantamount to reality.

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

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

She looked up, and the screen was lit with the words of Mosy.

Chi Huan looked at the blue brocade box next to the laptop, still reached out to pick up the phone, and slid to answer.

"Chi Huan."

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

She stared at the screen of the notebook and said lightly, "Are you looking for anything?"

"where are you now?"

"I'm home."

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

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

Mosi therefore reported the agreed time and place over there, around noon, at a Western restaurant.

"it is good."

…………

At noon, the western restaurant has a more hidden deck.

When Mochi arrived, Moxi had already arrived. He was looking out at the Jiang Jing out of the window. He did not turn back until Bao lay on the table with a slight noise.

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

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

It was only a few days, and goodbye seemed to be separated for months.

She only put on a simple light makeup, but her complexion is indescribable, and there is no speculative resentment between the eyebrows. She is pure and clean, with a little less cuteness and more women. Quiet.

On the contrary, although he is still beautiful, the mild brow is covered with a lingering haze, even a little upset.

"Can I help you?"

Mosi looked at her and asked lowly, "Where have you lived these days?"

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

He looked at her for a while before faintly saying, "Sister Yao said that no one can contact you during this time, nor do you know where you are, and you are worried that something will happen."

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

Mosi looked at her deeply, and slowly said, "You were too rushed that day, I didn't have time to say sorry to you, Chi Huan, I'm sorry."

He had already said this in church.

It's just that these days she disappeared, his apology has breeded a lot crazy.

He couldn't even get used to it, she suddenly disappeared from his life, and the woman who was ready to spend a lifetime together.

It's not much painful, but very uncomfortable and empty.

He called her a few times a day, she never answered, and suddenly promised to meet him today ... he was also surprised, he thought she would never show up in front of him.

Chi Huan downplayed, "It has passed."

Then, she put the bag on her knee, opened the concealed button, took the blue brocade box out of it, and moved her finger to him, "I do n’t have everything else you gave me It's sorted out and returned to you, but the ring is different and is returned to you. "

Some things don't have to be returned, but some things can't be collected.

Because it is a wedding ring, and because it is a nine carat diamond.

Moses looked at the box, and his throat rolled up and down. "You don't have to give it back to me."

She chuckled. "Did you mean it? I thought you had something to do with me."

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

But she did not say much about seeing him, and she was fine at home anyway.

Moses looked at the ring box and looked up to say what—

With a click, white light flashed.