Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It? - Chapter 285
Chapter 285 Not happy is not happy, I don’t want to
Hearing the movement, the man on the bed naturally looked up.
I probably didn’t expect that it would be Chi Huan who would appear. His dark eyes flicked a little bit of surprise, but they passed by in a flash, so fast that they were almost impossible to catch, so he whispered, “Huanhuan. ”
Chi Huan was carrying a mint-green handbag in his hand, and he didn’t go in right away, with boots still on his feet, just standing at the door with a pair of black and white eyes, quietly looking at him.
Mo Shiqian looked at her, his handsome face was a little helpless, “What are you doing at the door, come in.”
She raised her foot and walked in.
An Ke did not go in with her, but quietly closed the door and waited outside the bed.
Chi Huan walked to the hospital bed, put down the bag easily, and then sat down in the chair beside him.
She lowered her eyes, did not look at him, let alone talk to him.
There was a brief silence in the ward.
The man stared at her for a long time before leaning over to reach her, “Huanhuan,” his voice was as low and deep as ever, “Are you angry with me?”
Chi Huan raised his head to look at him, and pulled his lips, “No.”
She thought of Song Shu’s helpless expression when she talked to her, although she didn’t know whether it was true or false, or it was mixed.
He was helpless when he first saw her.
She actually felt very helpless.
He reached out and stroked her face, “Who told you?”
Chi Huan smiled faintly, “Oh, Miss Song told me.”
Hearing what she said, Mo Shiqian smiled a little instead, “When she told you, she should have asked you to agree to her, don’t tell me?”
Chi Huan casually downplayed, “Oh, she said, but I don’t remember I promised.”
Looking at her attitude, Mo Shiqian frowned, “Huanhuan…”
Her black and white eyes met him closer together, “You said.”
“If you are not happy, you can lose your temper, don’t do that, huh?”
Not to mention that before Chi An fell off the horse, it was during the period of time with him before that she also lost her temper directly when she was upset.
He is used to that kind of Chi Huan, or that’s a normal Chi Huan.
Chi Huan asked back, “Do you think I’m unhappy?”
“Huanhuan…”
“If I knew I would be unhappy at the beginning, why would I do this?”
They stared at each other and did not speak for a while.
For a long time, Mo Shiqian explained in a lowly and indifferent way, “I can’t get out of bed now. It doesn’t make any difference between being in a hospital or a prison. Instead of that, let you think that I’ve been in prison all the time. I originally planned to wait until the wound is almost healed. I’ll go to you.”
“no difference?”
Chi Huan repeated the four words he said, with a smile on his delicate face, but tears seemed to flicker in his eyes, “For you, there is no difference?”
If she could see him every day, it wouldn’t be a difference–
She can take care of him, is that not a difference?
Or is there no difference between her care and Song Shu’s care for him?
Mo Shiqian frowned more severely, and he stretched out his hand to pull her from the chair to the bed, then leaned over to hug her.
The man’s chin rested on her shoulder, his nose and lips were sprayed on her ears while speaking, and his voice became lower and duller, “I don’t want you to know this, Huanhuan, he spends so much The price and strength of this are just to stimulate you to put pressure on you… If I choose to choose again, I will still not tell you.”
Chi Huan closed his eyes and had nothing to say.
What can she say?
He was injured because of her, and he chose to do it because he felt she couldn’t bear it—
Maybe she really couldn’t bear it.
She was silent in his arms, and Mo Shiqian was a little flustered for no reason, “Huanhuan, don’t stop talking.”
Chi Huan raised his wrist and glanced at the time on his watch. It was already ten o’clock almost eleven.
“What do you usually eat at noon? I’ll get it for you.”
“Just buy some nearby.”
Chi Huan gently moved his hand away, then stood up from the bed and said lightly, “I think Miss Song, I won’t just buy it for you nearby.”
The man’s sword eyebrows were still twisted. “She said it was made by a special health chef,” after a short pause, he added, “It’s not her own hands. She doesn’t know how to cook.”
He didn’t care about this at first, whether he bought it or made it by the chef or who made it. The food was just food.
But she broke up again because of the monsoon rains. He hadn’t forgotten about it. She didn’t like him to eat food cooked by other women.
Chi Huan originally thought that what Song Shu did was what Song Shu did. Since he had the opportunity to “take care”, he naturally had to show it sincerely.
A woman like Song Shu would obviously not let go of such a good opportunity.
She tilted her head and smiled, “It seems that you have deepened your understanding of each other these days. You also know whether she can cook.”
Mo Shiqian frowned more severely, but still gave a faint explanation, “When she delivered me food the first day, I said that if she made it by herself, I would not eat it. She said she would not. Can cook, it’s specially made by someone.”
He said that, Chi Huan felt more comfortable in his heart.
“Do you want to continue to eat the chef that Miss Song invited, or something else?”
“Everything is the same, so don’t be angry.”
Chi Huan looked at him.
He seems to know that letting Song Shu take care of him makes her very unhappy, so he has said it several times today to let her not be angry.
She pursed her lips and asked, “How is your injury?”
He answered quickly, “Broken bones and recuperate until the wound is healed.”
This answer was almost exactly what she had imagined.
Chi Huan closed his eyes, pressed down those complicated thoughts, and said softly, “You take a rest, I will go home with An Ke, go buy some body-replenishing ingredients, let the chef at home prepare them, and then I will Bring it to you.”
Mo Shiqian stared at her, “Don’t be so troublesome, you can just take An Ke to buy something at a nearby hotel or restaurant.”
“No trouble,” she said faintly, “The doctors and nurses here think that Song Shu is your girlfriend. If even she would ask a special chef to supplement you with nutrition, and I would only buy some nearby, even me I have to feel that she might be more suitable for your girlfriend.”
“You let An Ke go back, you are here with me.”
“I will not accompany you.”
Chi Huan has picked up the bag again, “You were injured because of me, and it was because of me if you didn’t tell me, so I can’t lose my temper with you, but I’m not happy because I’m not happy. I don’t want to care about you now. Are you not used to it?”
After that, she turned around and was about to walk outside the ward.
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