Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

Chapter 275: Be good, after you drink it, I will give you special service later

As soon as he stood up, he was a bit taller than her. She could only look at him with her head up. "I can't wear a diamond ring so big to sway the market. It's not a trick."

"Who dare to grab you?"

"Then I have to take it for filming."

The man twisted his eyebrows for a while, and reluctantly said, "I'll talk about it when filming."

She blinked, "What if I lose it?"

Mo Shiqian curled his lips, his faint voice was a little gloomy, "Why don't you lose yourself?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She bulged her cheeks, pretending to be unhappy, "If you lose a ring, you curse me for losing too. I am only worth a ring in your heart...huh?"

Before he finished a sentence, his lips were sealed.

He raised his hand to hold her face and lowered his head to kiss her.

Chi Huan could not stand steady after the kiss. She unconsciously grabbed the clothes on his chest. The next second, the man took her waist and took a few steps back, pushing her against the desk behind him.

She complained softly, "It hurts."

The table is no better than the cabinet, and the edge will be against her waist, but it is indeed not too painful, and the element of acting like a baby is the most important.

In the next second, the man picked her up, put her on the desk, and smiled lowly, "Is it very hard to raise your head?"

She put her hands around his neck, "What are you doing so tall?"

His fingers rubbed her cheeks and said faintly, "Just your size, if you don't find a taller man, you will have a third-degree disability if you have a son in the future."

Chi Huan, "..."

She blushed, "Who is going to have a son with you."

"Well, my daughter is fine. I don't like my son who is noisy."

"..."

Chi Huan wrapped his neck and rested his chin on his shoulder, "I have dinner in the afternoon."

"okay."

This posture seems intimate, but you can't see each other's faces, let alone each other's expressions.

Her eyes are a little lost...

Children... can they really make it to that day?

…………

After dinner, at night.

Mo Shiqian worked in the study, and Chi Huan was about to go upstairs to take a bath and sleep after watching TV in the living room for a while.

As soon as she got up, Ma Li came over with a glass, "Miss Chi, you can drink this milk before going to bed."

Milky white milk can smell very mellow milk.

Chi Huan took it and thought for a while, "Mum Li, you make another cup and I will bring it to Mo Shiqian."

"But President Mo usually doesn't drink milk."

"It's okay, he forces me to drink every day, I occasionally let him drink a drink, dare he drink?"

Ma Li couldn't help laughing, "Holly, wait a moment."

Five minutes later, she went upstairs with two glasses of milk.

The door was not closed tightly, and light leaked out.

Chi Huan was about to knock on the door, only to realize that he was holding two cups of milk and couldn't make it. He was about to kick it away. As soon as he raised his foot, he heard the voice of a man inside.

"She may have a cold personality right now. A woman who can't meet your most basic physiological needs, but you can't wait to marry her? Ask yourself, are you really careless or because you know what you care about? I just want to use marriage to pretend I don't care, and cut off some thoughts I don't think I should have?"

The voice was very old and still thick, the tone was not intense, gentle and powerful, but it still knocked on people's eardrums, and the smell of mockery penetrated every word more deeply.

Chi Huan's fingers holding the milk glass slowly tightened.

Mo Shiqian’s tone is as indifferent as before, and his handsome face is calm and calm. "If you want to break any thoughts, it is also your delusion to control my life. Where do I stay? I want to marry. You have no turn to tell any woman whatsoever."

His voice is extremely cold, "Wen Yi said that my mother is your favorite woman in your life. You have been indifferent to our mother and son all these years, don't you know that she is dead, huh... even your favorite woman is dead? I don’t know, what are your money and power used for? It’s not enough to fail yourself. Even your son’s life is messed up by you. The woman he likes is driven away by you, and the woman who likes him doesn’t love him. Now, why do you think that I will be your son?"

Lawrence sneered on the phone, "You said Shi Chen, you go ask him, now let him choose, he is willing to choose the previous piano, besides playing the piano, but also unable to play the piano in big scenes, every few times it was not kidnapped. Was it a woman who provokes a peachy debt to share his heart, or is he now a woman who has a strong personality and loves him wholeheartedly? Wen Yi did not want him now because he was young and ignorant. How about you, now you, also It's just his original state, he thinks he loves."

Mo Shiqian closed his eyes and sneered, "He is your son, I am not."

"So for the sake of Chi Huan, you didn't even do this president?"

"I work for Clod-Summer and manage more interests. Clod-Summer gives me the corresponding rights and money. You feel that half of your blood is bleeding on my body. You want me to be your son's helper. I don’t care, but it’s back to the roots. In the end, this is just getting what you need. It doesn't mean that I allow you-you are repeatedly thinking about my woman."? The young man's voice is low and clean, but now it is covered with a cold chill. "She is still by my side now, so I just resigned. In my life, it's okay to mix black and white, if she has another long and two short...I don't mind spending the rest of my life against your son."

With two glasses of milk in his hand, Chi Huan squatted against the wall in the corridor for a long time.

When the milk in the glass was almost cold, she stood up, shook her numb legs, and then re-entered the door.

"I'm coming in."

"Ok."

She walked in with the milk, put a glass on the desk, "Here, drank it."

Mo Shiqian raised his head and glanced, his sword eyebrows twisted slightly, and he said lightly, "Drink it myself."

"I have a glass."

"You drank both glasses."

She bulged her cheeks, put down the other cup, then walked over, pulled the man's arm away, and just sat on him.

Only then did Mo Shiqian cast his eyes on her from the screen of the notebook.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled lowly, "So active, miss me?"

Chi Huan glanced at his notebook. There were reports on it. She didn't quite understand, but she could see that it was something for work. "Why are you still working so late?"

The man smiled lightly, "Well, there have been a lot of things in these two days, and I will have time to accompany you after the resolution."

She could actually guess that if he was leaving Clod-Summer, he naturally had to prepare for the handover before leaving.

She lifted the glass and fed it to his lips, "Drink it."

"I don't like to drink."

"I don't like to drink either. I won't drink it anymore."

"Huanhuan."

"Hey, after you drink it, I will give you special service later."

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