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

Mo Shiqian originally thought that Wen Yi was just arguing with Chi Huan on the phone, but he didn't react suddenly until he saw three words... Just now Chi Huan said that she had arrived in Paris, and he had no sense of reality.

She had given him a surprise without saying hello, even if she came again, she should not fail to tell him.

This **** woman.

Mo Shiqian's words almost overflowed between his teeth, "Did you bring her to Paris?"

"I also brought her to eat to catch the rape," Wen Yi tilted his head and touched her ears. "I left half a minute ago and I was mad at you."

Mo Shiqian couldn't wait to tear this woman up at this time, but without the leisurely feelings, he pushed Wen Yi away, and walked away with his long legs.

Chi Huan even forgot the suitcase in the trunk of the Wenyi car. She raised her hand and asked for a taxi to go directly to the airport. Anyway, her ID was in her bag. Of course, at this time, she actually had no time to think about it. , Just a thought in my mind, go to the airport.

Stopping the car to see luck, a lot of people come to the restaurant to eat at this time, but few leave, so Chi Huan quickly stopped a rental car.

As soon as he pulled the car door and entered half of his body, his arm was suddenly dragged by a strong force. The man's strength was too strong and his inertia was also great, and he hit the man's chest directly, making her forehead red.

She was holding a breath, the pain broke out in an instant, and the phone bag was smashed over, "Get out of here!"

After smashing it a few times, he pushed him away, then turned around to get into the car again.

I also want to know how Mo Shiqian could let her get in the car, clasp her wrist and bring her into his arms.

Chi Huan felt that she was very calm when she left the restaurant, with no emotion at all. Now she was caught by this man. The sparks started to burn, and she couldn't control it.

"let me go!"

"Mo Shiqian, let me go!"

Chi Huan was struggling desperately in his arms. If he couldn't struggle, he would hit him with the bag in his hand. The leather of the bag was not soft. It was actually very painful to hit it so hard.

Mo Shiqian clasped her with one hand to prevent her from leaving, letting her make a fuss in his arms, and closed the opened taxi door with his other hand.

The car owner looked at them for a while, and probably also saw that the young couple was making a temper, so he drove the car away.

Chi Huan was a bit emotional at first. The more the man held her to restrict her actions, the more her emotions became out of control. The so-called more suppressed, the more rebellious she was, and she wanted to hit him with the bag in her hand. A look.

Looking at her, Mo Shiqian knew that she couldn’t hear anything, and didn’t want to be eye-catching on the street. He clasped Chi Huan’s hand and walked towards the parking apron, pulling away Rolls-Royce’s assistant. The door of the driving car, and then stuffed her in.

"Mo Shiqian, you..."

"Stay in the car, don't even think about going anywhere," the man stood outside the car, with one hand on the door, and the other hand blocking her way. He pressed his thin lips and looked at her condescendingly, his voice clear and calm, "You Cooperate, let's find a place to talk, if you don't cooperate, I will ask the bodyguard to come over and drive."

Chi Huan bit his lip and looked at him, breathing quickly, his face flushed from the emotional ups and downs, but his eyes were extremely cold.

But in the end, she didn't get out of the car anymore.

According to the actual situation, even if she did arrive at the airport, Mo Shiqian had a way to prevent her from getting on the plane. Calm down a little, it would be clear that there was no way to make such a fuss.

It's just that sometimes people can't control themselves.

She closed her eyes and stopped looking at him.

Mo Shiqian closed the door, walked around the front of the car and returned to the driver's seat.

Chi Huan didn't even say a word after driving all the way, his emotions ranged from extreme excitement to complete indifference.

He tried to talk to her, but she didn't respond.

So there was silence all the way until the car stopped in front of a six-star hotel-the same hotel where Chi Huan stayed last time.

Chi Huan didn't know what the hotel had to do with him. It might be owned by Clod-Summer. Mo Shiqian communicated with them in French. In less than a minute, the waiter respectfully handed him the room card.

Since getting off the car, the man has been holding her hand. Chi Huan shook her hand for a few times. She didn't want to make trouble in public, so she endured it all the time. When she got to the elevator, there were only two people in the elevator. She immediately couldn't wait. To withdraw his hand.

Can't pull it back, can't shake it off, can't break it.

Chi Huan raised her head and said coldly, "You let me go."

Mo Shiqian looked down at her, and did not respond to her words.

"I can walk by myself if I have legs, and let your hands go."

The elevator door opened.

Her pretty face is still indifferent, without any compromise.

Mo Shiqian released his holding hand.

Then the next second, before Chi Huan's feet fell, she was suddenly picked up by the man from behind.

The hotel’s promenade is covered with thick and soft carpets, there is almost no footsteps on it, and the light is warm and quiet.

This time Chi Huan didn't even have the interest to say the words of letting her down.

Opening the door, he walked in holding her.

Even if it wasn't the suite I lived in last time, the specifications were the same, so what I saw when I walked in was almost exactly the same decorations, which gave me a sudden illusion.

Mo Shiqian put her on the sofa, then squatted down in front of her with his hands on her knees.

It was noisy before, pulling and pulling, but now it quieted strangely.

He looked at her cold face, his throat rolled, and said in a low voice, "Huanhuan, I have nothing with her, you believe me, eh?"

While talking, the man shook her hand, and was thrown off by a reflex as soon as he touched it.

Chi Huan looked down at his handsome face. For some reason, her red lips pulled out a slightly smiling arc, "Is she your client?"

There was a moment of silence, "No."

"You said it was a customer on the phone."

Mo Shiqian did not speak.

Chi Huan didn't know what his silence meant. She thought he was here to explain. The meaning of not speaking was...guilty?

As soon as this thought passed through her mind, she stood up without thinking about it, and wanted to go outside.

Mo Shiqian moved faster than her. The next second she got up, she wrapped her waist and brought her into her arms. At the same time, she whispered in her ear, "It's a woman I met a few years ago. , I just don’t want to cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

Chi Huan was not surprised at the woman I met a few years ago, because Wen Yi had already said it.

She raised her hand and patted the hand he had fallen on her waist. She didn't want to leave immediately, but just leaned over and sat on the other side, keeping a distance from him.

"A woman I met a few years ago, how come I have eaten again after a few years? Is it a relived dream or is it because I'm not by your side these days, and you are hungry and panic, so the firewood is on fire?"

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