Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It? - Chapter 550
Chapter 550 Affectionate and missing never talk to o
Chi Huan’s expression was stunned for a few minutes, her eyes dropped, she couldn’t tell what it was like in an instant, she raised her hand and poured herself a glass of wine, lowered her head and drank slowly, the mellow red wine flooded the taste buds, and the aftertaste was long. .
She suddenly said, “Mo Shiqian.”
“Ok?”
“I want to see where you live all these years, okay?”
The man looked at her with some surprise, but he nodded without hesitation, “Naturally.”
Her hand lifted the glass of red wine and shook it lightly. The wine was like a chuckle on her face, “Then you can cook for me tonight. I want to eat Chinese food. I see this No matter how good a Chinese restaurant chef is, no one can match your skills.”
Mo Shiqian said with a smile, “Do you want to visit where I live, or do you want me to cook for you.”
“Think about it, can’t it?”
“Yes,” he looked at her pursed red lips, and laughed low. “Your Royal Highness can say anything.”
She coughed slightly, “Then you go back later and ask your servant to prepare the ingredients, and then take a vacation at night.”
The man’s eyes changed when he looked at her, becoming deep and hot.
Chi Huan immediately guessed what he was thinking and what he wanted to say, but he didn’t say anything until he reached the end of his mouth. He put down the wine glass, supported his chin, and tilted his head to look outside.
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In the evening, Rolls Royce slowly drove into the milky white luxury villa in the afterglow of the sunset.
Chi Huan sat in the co-pilot and glanced casually, “Don’t you live in the Lawrence family manor or something?”
She remembered which newspaper she had read about, how much land the Lawrence family lived in…
“No.”
“Oh…Is Mo Shichen still floating outside alone or going back?”
The man answered her patiently, “He returned to live in the manor and returned to the company, but he has been put on the death list. It takes some time to deal with the issue of his identity.”
“How is your relationship with him?”
Mo Shiqian turned his head to look at her, and said calmly, “What can I have to do with him?”
He and Mo Shichen have always been two separate individuals who have a blood relationship but are not very familiar with each other.
Oh, for Mo Shichen, he still kidnapped the kidnapper of his sweetheart.
Chi Huan, “…”
She secretly thought that they were brothers anyway, and the two people were really the same in their indifference to each other. Although she had no favorable impressions of Lawrence and the Lawrence family, she did not have a bad impression of Mo Shichen.
When she got out of the car, she felt strange that… they had already mentioned Mo Shichen, and he did not “by the way” tell her when Mo Shichen could take over his current position.
Mo Shiqian opened the door of the co-pilot for her and led her all the way in.
When he arrived in the living room, he slowly took off his suit and hung it on the hanger, while looking back at the little woman who was looking around with his eyes open, his thin lips pursed with a smile, “What to drink?”
She blinked, “It’s cold, I want to drink hot tea.”
The man hummed, rolled up the sleeves of the dark blue shirt he was wearing, turned around and made a new pot of tea for her. After pouring a cup for her, he whispered in the scent of tea, “I’ll do it. Fan, do you play for a while by yourself?”
“I just wander around by myself. If there is anything in your villa that cannot be seen or entered, please make it clear first so as not to offend me.”
Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes and looked at her for a while, before he replied in a low voice, “I and you can enter, let alone my place.”
Chi Huan, “…”
She looked up at this handsome face that looked so serious that she could not see that she was playing a rogue for a few seconds, and turned around blankly.
Who is entering whom?
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She went directly to the second floor, which should be the living room and study.
The second floor was very quiet, with carpets in the corridor and framed paintings hanging on the walls. She glanced at it one by one and felt that this should not be Mo Shiqian’s masterpiece. He was not like such a leisurely person.
It was probably made by Tangtang.
From the moment the car drove into the villa and scanned the flowers and plants she could see, she felt the traces of Xia Tangtang’s existence.
It was a literary and at home woman, and her style was looming in this entire villa.
Some women are like this. They look too unclear and extremely dull, but when they pass by, even if people are gone and things are not there, they will always leave something indistinctly, but the real silence is powerful.
She felt that there was always one or two points that was not too good.
Xia Tangtang’s bedroom had been cleaned up by the servants into a hotel-style guest room. The room was empty, and the mattress became white and spotlessly clean.
Like Little Mango, her bed is much smaller, you can tell at a glance.
The last three bedrooms she opened was Mo Shiqian’s bedroom. As soon as the door opened, she was stunned, and then she covered half of her face involuntarily, but still couldn’t hold back the unexpected smile.
This man is really… Meng Sao.
So stuffy and sorrowful.
The design of the bedroom is very simple, the main color of gray, clean and deserted, there is almost nothing extra at a glance, except for the huge poster on the wall, which seems very out of place and destroys the beauty.
The person on the poster is naturally her.
It should be the portrait photos she has taken, but she has taken a lot of portraits in recent years, and I don’t remember when it was taken. It was taken on the beach by the sea.
The background is the golden light of the sunset. She wears a bikini inside and a long tulle-like shawl on the outside. She is blown by the sea breeze, and what she catches is what she turned back to the camera when she stepped barefoot on the soft sand. laugh.
Dimly sexy, sweet and lazy, but more mysterious and cunning like a cat.
She stood in the room and watched for a long time, and finally felt very satisfied.
Beautiful.
There is only her in his bedroom without any trace of Xia Tangtang, which makes her very satisfied.
Leaving Mo Shiqian’s bedroom, she opened the door of his study again.
Quiet, thick and dim.
The bookshelves piled with books, and the dark decoration, precipitate a sense of classic solemnity.
Only the two bright red roses on the desk embellish the unique color of this space.
Chi Huan walked over slowly, and sat down in the black leather revolving chair behind the desk, imagining him sitting here reading or working, with two fresh roses in the vase.
Beside the vase, there are several photo frames arranged in an orderly manner.
It’s all her, and is her sole photo.
Stills, photos, commercials, and life photos are also available.
Among them is a photo frame. Because of the design, a section is on it. A chain is looped several times and hung on it. A ring is hanging from the chain.
Her heart flinched suddenly.
She knew that ring, and it was the ring he gave her when he proposed to her five years ago.
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