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

Chi Huan originally took his arm and walked, but the menswear area was on the third floor. They took the elevator to get in. When the two of them got out of the elevator, she suddenly discovered...

When did he hold her hand?

He is really obsessed with holding her hand.

She looked down at her hand held in his palm, and said nothing.

Both of them have their own eye-catching aura, and as soon as they appear, a shopping guide greets them.

Mo Shiqian's clothes are all custom-made. Chi Huan has rarely visited the men's clothing area without a boyfriend in recent years. At most, he has seen them with You Ran, but Tang Yueze's clothes are basically not bought from the mall...

She looked up at him, "Look at which one you like is more pleasing to the eye, just be casual and casual."

The man lowered his head, "I haven't picked clothes in a few years, and there is a person in charge who changes my cloakroom quarterly."

Chi Huan touched her hair, so as not to glance at it embarrassingly, "Then pick a set anyway, anyway, you are a clothes hanger, and nothing will be ugly to wear."

For her compliment, Mo Shiqian was quite helpful, his dull expression improved a little along the way, he led her in for a circle, and picked a...shirt?

Mo Shiqian saw her expression that was difficult to express, and asked in a low voice, "Do you feel bad?"

She raised her face and thought, "Do you think this is very different from this...?"

Not all shirts, but the colors are different. Although there are differences in styles, there is not much difference in the past, okay?

Mo Shiqian, "..."

He said in a low voice, "This one should be more casual, not so formal."

Have it?

"Um...then you go change it, let me see."

Mo Shiqian glanced at her before entering the fitting room.

Chi Huan sat down on the sofa and waited bored with her cheeks...well, it was the first time to accompany a man to look at clothes.

This feeling is a bit strange.

If... he is not wearing a shirt that is not very different except for the color change every day.

The man came out in a few minutes.

Chi Huan's elbow rested on the armrest of the sofa, tilted his head and watched his cold and slender figure walk one meter in front of her.

Because of the dark blue... it looks more formal than before.

She stroked her eyebrows with her fingers.

"dislike?"

"very perfect."

The man raised his eyebrows, "Your expression is not perfect."

"You can't... uh... wear the one that Mo Shichen wears today?"

Mo Shiqian recalled a bit, then frowned, and uttered two words clearly, "No."

"Why, don't worry, your face can't be covered."

He said lightly, "Poor."

"No, no matter how poorly dressed, he looks like a noble man."

The man didn't say anything else, but his skin looks good.

"That's only half a year after he woke up, and the poor time is not long enough."

Chi Huan, "..."

"Then you might as well wear the original one, lighter in color, and look casual."

Mo Shiqian glanced at her, took out the bank card from the wallet and handed it to the shopping guide, and said faintly, "Just this one."

Chi Huan, "..."

So what's the point of bringing him clothes?

But it was changed to a similar look, and the one on his original body might be even more upscale.

Chi Huan looked at the hand he reached for her after swiping the card to check out. He still raised his hand and got up from the sofa. He muttered, "I might as well go have coffee."

It's no wonder that men don't usually like to go shopping, and she doesn't find it interesting when she looks at them, especially for this kind of man who has nothing to do with the rich and the enemy.

Mo Shiqian led her out, "Didn't you say it's perfect, don't you like it?"

"No," she curled her mouth, and said in a long voice lazily, "I just think you should change the shirt or the shirt... Change the color, you also called it a change?"

The man said, "Isn't this color more suitable for you?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She tilted her head to look at his dark blue shirt, then looked down at herself... the light blue denim shirt.

They are indeed blue, shirts...

But even so, the style of painting is still very different... okay.

Forget it, Chi Huan quickly gave up trying to change anything in this matter... Mo Shiqian who can be easily changed is not Mo Shiqian.

She glanced at his black trousers, "Then your pants are also black, don't you need to change them?"

"Well, then don't change it."

"..."

"Then go for coffee, you can eat lunch after drinking."

"it is good."

The coffee shop is on the top floor, and the two are about to take the elevator up. While they were waiting outside, the man's cell phone rang.

He answered the phone, "What's the matter?"

Chi Huan felt that only when she listened to his indifferent or even indifferent tone when he was talking to other people, could she clearly feel that when he was talking to her, he was indeed-very gentle.

The elevator door opened when the man was talking on the phone. Chi Huan wanted to take his hand in, but he was holding it back, and looked down, giving her a look.

"I know."

"..."

"Ok."

Mo Shiqian hung up the phone and bowed his head and said to her, "It's still early, so why don't you accompany me to buy some food, I will cook it for you at sea, there is a kitchen in the yacht."

"You...make it for me?"

"You don't want to eat what I made or do you want to go out to sea after eating?"

Chi Huan blinked, "No, go shopping for groceries."

Others buy private yachts for parties, luxury and enjoyment with women... He can think of cooking on the yacht for her to eat this kind of grounded thing...

You have to buy the vegetables yourself.

It is also a clear stream among rich men.

When choosing ingredients, Chi Huan felt that this man had a very strange energy.

Some things just need to be taken out and thrown into the shopping cart. Some...such as potatoes, you have to pick and choose. At this time, most people consciously or unconsciously will let go of the things in their hands and put them together. I seem to forget that I still have a hand to use.

Acting with one hand like a one-armed hero.

"Mo Shiqian."

"Ok?"

"You are picking seafood here, and I will go to the fruit section to buy some fruit."

He looked down at her, and then said in an ordinary tone, "Okay, I will accompany you after picking the crab."

it is good?

She didn't seem to say to go together?

Chi Huan looked at the man dedicated to picking crabs, and repeated it again, "I mean... you continue to watch seafood here, and I will pick the fruit by myself. This saves time... Well, you put my hand. Just open it."

She tried to withdraw her hand several times, but he didn't seem to notice it every time, but he always held on tightly not to give her the chance to take it out.

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