Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

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Because the distance was too close, his breath was sprayed on her skin, and Chi Huan wanted to move backwards subconsciously, but his jaw was fixed by the man's hand and could not move.

"do not move."

The drawer was placed between the two. Mo Shiqian held her chin in one hand, and wiped the stain on her face with a tissue in the other hand, although some had been carried on his clothes by her.

Chi Huan was uncooperative.

The expensive and luxurious Paganine's paper towels are naturally the most exquisite, soft and fragrance-free. In fact, she can't smell the fragrance, because her nose is full of the smell of men in front of her.

Shower gel, shampoo, or ... aftershave?

The taste is fresh and clean, and it smells good.

After using a few paper towels, some of them could not be cleaned with paper. Mo Shiqian frowned and asked, "Are there any wet wipes?"

Chi Huan opened the bag, looked down, turned it over, found a pack of wipes from it, and handed it to him.

Mo Shiqian wiped it twice more, except for the forehead bleeding injury, his slap-faced face finally recovered clean and fair.

In the end, he threw away the used trash, and then he stared at her, speaking quietly, "My young lady, can you tell me now, why are you silly standing there and being smashed by your fans."

She kept her for a few years, but he actually knew a little about her temperament, and because of this, she didn't say anything at that time, and hugged her directly.

Chi Huan looks bright and proud, and often just looks.

She pursed her lips and said lost, "My fans, although the light is a little bit dim, none of them recognize me."

In a meal, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Qingjun's indifferent man in front of her, "How do you ... recognize me so far away?"

Mo Shiqian gave her a faint glance and tickled her lips. "Of course, they don't recognize you. After all, your height is more than one meter six and five in the minds of fans. You don't wear high heels today, so they probably didn't expect to stand The short men are their goddesses. "

Chi Huan, "..."

You are taller than you are, hum.

She was feeling down, lying on the window looking at the changing night scene.

Lancheng is beautiful, but at this moment she feels that these bustling and beautiful things have nothing to do with her.

She remembered what happened in the hospital just now, but closed her eyes and bit her lips white.

Pagani stopped in front of Chi Huan's upscale apartment.

Mo Shiqian got out of the car and pulled the door for her. Chi Huan hugged his clothes, which had been made dirty by her, and got out of the car.

"I'll go up by myself, you go back with your friends," Chi Huan pouted, adding unhappy, "I will let the housekeeper clean your clothes and give them back to you, or I will buy the exact same thing. Give you."

The man didn't know how much he hated her for staining his clothes.

Mo Shiqian inserted one hand into her pants pocket, staring at the injury on her forehead, and asked lightly, "Will you take medicine yourself?"

She didn't care, "Minor injuries."

The man glanced at her and walked to the co-pilot's window and raised his hand to buckle the window. "You go back first."

The man in the driver's seat smiled and sneered, "Why, are you going to spend the night at the female employer's house?"

"The injury on her forehead needs to be dealt with."

The man in the car shook his head, smiling fiercely, "I need a man like you beside my woman, and I will kill him."

"If you can have a woman, I'll kill you."

Regardless of Zhang Junmei's face froze briefly, Mo Shiqian stopped paying attention to him and turned towards Chi Huan.

He had to go back with her, Chi Huan did not refuse, stood in the same place and looked at the silvery Pagani who was going away, and then looked at the upright and cold man who was walking towards himself.

"Mo Shiqian, can I ask you a question?"

The man was aloof. "Huh?"

"Did you drive Gust to my school?"

"Ok?"

"Oh ..." She stretched her voice slightly. "Not only is he rich, he also looks good."

Mo Shiqian was obviously not interested in talking about this issue, but just made a perfunctory hum.

"Is he really just your brother?"

"What else should it be?"

"You won't be raised by him, will you?"

"..."

The man glanced down at her, with a slight arc on his lips, and he wasn't surprised. "You'd better watch out for Mo Shao's adoption of Su Yabing."

The look on Chi Huan's face froze, and then he did not speak.

She walked ahead without saying a word, and Mo Shiqian followed her unhurriedly.

Back to the apartment.

Chi Huan didn't like to wear dirty clothes, and he had to change his clothes after taking a shower before being willing to take medicine.

Although Mo Shiqian frowned, she didn't say anything in the end, waiting for her to finish washing in the living room.

She stayed there for a long time, and she came out of it in a bathrobe. Mo Shiqian noticed that her eye circles were redder than in the car. There was no doubt that she cried in the bathroom for half a bath.

The man's dark eyes were cold, and there was some cool satire.

It was known at the beginning that Mosi didn't like her, so she had to force it, and now she will cry again.

Chi Huan naturally wouldn't pay attention to the invisible emotions in Mo Shiqian's eyes, wrapped in a bathrobe and sat cross-legged on the sofa, hugging the pillow and let the man rub her medicine with a cotton swab.

I just came out of the bath ... and Chi Huan was not vented because of his emotions. He stayed in it for a long time and rubbed the bath lotion three times. When Mo Shiqian approached her slightly, he could smell the fragrance.

Inexplicably, the girl's ketone body that appeared last night appeared in front of his eyes.

He should have glanced at it for a while, but he stared at it for almost ten seconds, so that every curve of her body was deeply reflected in his mind.

When he was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, Feng Xing used to laugh at a man like him who didn't watch A-films.

The larynx knot rolled up and down, and the original hotness and dark color were brewed deep in the fundus.

The woman whom he saw so much had unexpected trust in him and was unprepared.

No matter what kind of dirty and dirty pictures rolled in his mind, Mo Shiqian's face is still a calm and indifferent, and Chi Huan will not notice any clue.

Seeing her body last night, now she is so close, he can clearly see the woman's fair and delicate skin, clean and clean, as if exuding some kind of aroma.

Inducing people to have an inexplicable urge ...

"Mo Shiqian,"

She suddenly called his name, and black and white eyes looked at his face.

Suddenly she met her eyes, and the man's pupil narrowed slightly, but did not show any abnormal changes, but his voice was hoarse, "I hurt you?"

She looked at him, pursed her lips and asked, "Mose's old mother asked him to take me to try on a wedding dress tomorrow."

After a few moments of silence, his voice returned to Qing Qing's indifference. "So what?"