Chapter 80 “Let me move in?”
Chi Huan was annoyed, could this man not understand people?
She said she didn’t.
Seeing the woman sullen and not speaking, Mo Shiqian didn’t say a word anymore, walked over and pulled her back to the living room, pressed her down on the sofa, and then found a blower to blow her hair.
Without the maximum gear, the comfortable wind blew across the scalp, which seemed to smooth out the irritable mood before.
When her hair was almost blown dry, he turned off the hair dryer before speaking in a low voice, “Bai Yun was spoiled by her father. Unlike you, she has bullied Bai Song since she was a child, and she has been used to bullying others. I have to make it pleasing to the eye, because Monsoon likes me, she shuts people into the underground wine cellar. If you don’t teach her a lesson, let her know that you are sleeping with me tomorrow, and I don’t know how to deal with you in a different way.”
Chi Huan pursed his lips and asked displeasedly, “What does it mean to be different from me, there are so many women, why should I compare it to me? How can I be so boring.”
The man laughed lowly, “If you were not famous and turned black and white in front of so many people, no one would dare to choke?”
Chi Huan, “…”
If Bai Yun was reliant on the fact that no one had seen her turn off the monsoon.
That Chi Huan is simply confident, pointing to the deer as a horse.
Both are notoriously not easy to provoke, but Chi Huan has always been not a criminal who doesn’t offend me or anyone, and generally doesn’t take the initiative to bully others.
She curled her lips, “I am not a monsoon, can she bully me?”
The women she has torn apart in the entertainment industry over the years are dozens of them.
“Whether she can bully you is one thing, but whether I teach her is another thing.”
Oh.
“… Then you can hug other women?”
“I don’t want to hug her, so let Bai Song hug her?”
“You even made Mr. Bai move, you can’t move a bodyguard to fish her out?”
Mo Shiqian raised his eyebrows slightly, “I did not hug you less before.”
He holds the monsoon rain, it is no different from holding an object.
He has no concept of a woman for women other than his own, including the former Chi Huan.
Chi Huan glared at him, “You crawled onto my bed before you hugged? Would you like to be her bodyguard?”
Mo Shiqian, “…”
He curled his eyebrows. “Do you mind?”
“Do you want me to hire a male bodyguard and hug me if I have anything to do?”
How can he hug her in any way…
He usually hugged her because she was injured, drunk, and unable to go.
But the picture came to mind, Mo Shiqian still frowned, and quickly said, “Well, I will ask someone to hold him next time.”
After Chi Huan heard him say this, the depression in her heart gradually eased. She raised her hand to touch her long hair, and said with her face up, “I will dry my hair for a while and go to bed, so you can go back.”
Her complexion has improved a lot, and she has returned to normal.
Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes unconsciously, his gaze fell on the white and delicate skin of her collarbone, his throat rolled, and without hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Chi Huan was aware of his reaction and immediately pursed his red lips, “You have to make an inch?”
He bowed his head, kissed her cheeks finely, and said in a low voice, “Just do it once?”
She put aside her face, “No, it’s very late now. I don’t know when you are finished. I will go back to the company tomorrow and go to bed early.”
I want to know that if he does it only once, he will definitely lengthen the front.
Mo Shiqian stared at her side face, and this time he didn’t make the overlord bow hard, and said lightly in her ear, “You move over to live with me?”
Move over to live with him?
Isn’t that just sending lamb into the wolf’s mouth?
Chi Huan shook his head without thinking, “I am used to living in my own apartment.”
He squinted, his tone unchanged, “Then I move over and live with you?”
Chi Huan glared at him.
This man’s purpose is simply to live with her, undoubtedly to seize the opportunity to be like the night before.
She said every word, “I don’t want it.”
He said lightly, “Why do you resist this thing? You enjoy it every time. Is there anything wrong with pleasing each other?”
Please each other…
He is really frank and frank.
She snorted softly, “I’ll find a duck who is skilled enough to please me. Not only is the technique better than you, but also more considerate than you, and will never squeeze me endlessly. Why don’t I go to them?”
When he finished speaking, the man’s face was already gloomy, “Because I am your man.”
“Then you have to give me some time to adapt, and the traces you made on me last time have not disappeared.”
At the end of the day, she was already complaining.
Not only did he want to be fierce, but the more evil he got behind.
Mo Shiqian, “…”
He curled his eyebrows and said faintly, “I moved over to live with you. If I am at home in the future, I can cook for you.”
Chi Huan, “…”
For those few ounces of meat, he really…sends his blood. Last time he asked him to cook, he said that she called her.
It’s not that she doesn’t understand Jinshuiloutai, she really knows that she can’t stop him every time when he comes into the room.
After staying at his house for three or four days, he failed once, and was tricked by people inside and out.
Looking at the handsome face in front of her, she should have refused directly, but hesitated.
This condition… is very confusing.
She glanced at him and said after a long while, “Who knows if you will come back late every day on purpose.”
“I do not know.”
“…”
The dry words are still very convincing.
After hesitating for several minutes, Chi Huan thought about it and found that he was hungry, coughing twice, and said bluntly, “I haven’t eaten much tonight, you can cook me a bowl of noodles.”
“Let me move in?”
She frowned and said in dissatisfaction, “It only takes a few minutes to cook the noodles. If I don’t let you move, you won’t cook it for me?”
“Ok.”
This man is so breathless.
She was really hungry and panicked, and she missed the noodles he cooked. They were all the same water and the same noodles. She didn’t know why they were so delicious with his hands.
She didn’t know why he, a big man, cooks better than her chef.
Finally, she glanced at him, cocked her face and said, “Then you continue to sleep on the floor.”
Mo Shiqian laughed angrily at her, “You can put another bed in your study, and you want me to sleep on the floor?”
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