Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Chi Huan looked at him, and it took a long time before he said, "Alright then."

The man's constricted pupils slowed down, and his body was no longer so tense.

He carried her into the car, started the engine, and turned on the heater in the car.

Chi Huan looked out of the car window, the sky was low and gloomy, but the car was warm and quiet, and the drizzle and cold wind were blocked outside the car.

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When we returned to the villa, it was already evening. The days in winter are short, and the sky gets dark early, especially when it is rainy, it looks more and more gloomy.

The villa is brightly lit and heated, making it more comfortable than the car.

After changing her shoes and walking in, Mama Li came over with a cup of hot tea, "Miss Chi, it's cold, you'll feel better with a cup of hot tea. It's been brewing for a while, so it shouldn't be hot now."

Chi Huan took it over, with a smile on his lips, "Thank you Mama Li."

She took a few sips, "Then I'll go take a shower first."

Mo Shiqian looked down at her face, "Okay, let's eat after washing."

She nodded, holding the cup and slowly went upstairs.

The man stood under the bright light, his figure was tall and straight, his handsome face under the short hair hardly showed any expression, only a pair of eyes closely followed the back.

It wasn't until she completely disappeared from sight that she looked away, walked sideways towards the kitchen, and said lightly, "Let the chef tidy up the dishes. I'll make dinner today."

Chi Huan put a bathtub of hot water in the bathtub, took off his clothes and soaked himself in the water.

When the warm hot water with white mist wrapped around the nerve endings of her whole body, she felt that her body's temperature was very low because she had been outside for a long time.

The chill that hit her dissipated a lot in the warm hot water.

Chi Huan sat in the water hugging his knees, closed his eyes sleepily, and wanted to take a rest in the heat.

After Mo Shiqian finished dinner, he went upstairs to ask the woman who hadn't come down for a long time to eat. When he opened the bedroom door, he saw the woman sitting on the sofa with her knees bent and her back leaning on her back.

She was wearing a very plain sweater, and her long half-dry hair was wet and loose. She neither read a book nor looked at an ipad or notebook. Her eyes looked at the continuous rain outside the window, lost in thought.

He walked straight over, possessed her, hugged her directly, pressed his face against her delicate and soft face, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's time to eat."

Chi Huan came back to his senses, glanced at him, and nodded, "Okay."

Mo Shiqian stood up straight and stretched out his hand towards her.

She looked at the big bony hand stretched out in front of her eyes, she still put her hand on it, put her foot in the indoor fur mop, and then got up and stood up.

Mo Shiqian cooked a table of dishes, more than enough for two people.

The meal was eaten quietly, Chi Huan ate very slowly, and even looked strangely serious, as if he was savoring seriously.

The man accommodated her speed and ate very slowly, but he was absent-minded and slow.

Probably, her attention was on the food, while his attention was on her.

The whole process was quiet and peaceful.

After the meal, Chi Huan sat on the sofa, holding the tea Mama Li made for her in his hand. The cup was a little hot, but it warmed his entire palm and fingers.

She lowered her head and looked at the thin mist floating on the surface of the tea.

The rain outside seems to be getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of pattering can be heard even sitting in the house.

Mo Shiqian looked at her not far behind her for a while, then walked over.

He walked to the coffee table, picked up the remote control, and looked down at the woman in a daze, "Huanhuan, let's watch TV for a while, okay?"

In fact, in today's Internet age, middle-aged and elderly people prefer TV, while the younger generation can find anything they want to watch directly on the Internet.

But TV has an advantage that laptops can't match, that is, it is lively.

Even if there is an advertisement, there is a lively sense of popularity.

As soon as Chi Huan calmed down, the whole villa seemed to quiet down.

"Don't open it," she held the cup and raised her head, looked at him, and said slowly, "I want to talk to you."

The man's hand holding the remote stopped, his fingers gradually became stiff, and then the stiffness spread to his whole body.

There was a few seconds of dead silence.

Mo Shiqian leaned over slightly, put the remote control back, and then sat down on a single sofa next to him.

Unlike the casual and homely clothes she was wearing, the man was still wearing a woolen sweater under a coat, dark gray, with a light V-neck, a bit of the elegance of a nobleman, but more calm and gloomy.

"Okay," his voice was clean, like a stream in late autumn, cool and clear, his abyss-like eyes stared at her quietly, and he said slowly and methodically, "I'll listen to whatever you want , whatever you ask of me, I will definitely do it. Your father's death was indeed because of me, the source was me, and it was also because of my ineffective protection. I know you are sad and blame yourself, and your mood is very low. If you blame me, You can vent it, it doesn't matter if you ignore me..."

The chef had already come home from get off work, and Li Ma, the only one who lived in the villa with them, didn't know where she was busy at this time. The living room was very quiet, which made the man's voice more and more deep and gentle, "Except for the breakup, other things It will be all right."

Obviously she was talking about it, but in the end she didn't say anything, so he said so much first.

Looking at his face, Chi Huan lifted his lips and smiled, "Listen to whatever I want to say, and do whatever I ask... But before I even open my mouth, you block me from breaking up, what? There are people like you."

The typical desire to suppress first raises, obviously domineering is not on the surface, but it is clearly a strength buried in the bone.

Mo Shiqian's narrowed eyes stirred little by little, and his hoarse voice became tense, "You want to break up?"

Chi Huan looked at him, feeling something stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out.

"I didn't blame you, and I didn't blame you... This matter is not your fault." She looked at the tea that was no longer hot, and smiled softly, "The choice was made by myself, and the result is of course my own responsibility. Nothing can be blamed on you."

Who is to blame?

She doesn't really know who to blame, Lawrence?

She put the water glass on the tea table, and twisted her fingers, "I... have been very tired these days, my heart is very messed up, and my mind is also messed up... I don't know how to face myself, so I don't know... How should I face you..."

"so what?"

The man stared at her firmly, does she still want to break up?

If she had to break up...

These words passed through his mind, bringing out waves and a little uncontrollable panic.

But he immediately calmed down again, his thoughts were so clear and cold.

He won't split, no matter what.

Chi Huan looked into his eyes, opened his mouth several times, but did not make a sound, and finally said softly, "I want to be quiet..."