Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

"Oh, I came to the crew this afternoon to play a cameo role. It just finished and I'm ready to go home."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and the man said in an ordinary tone, "I'll send An Ke the address, and ask her to take you there, and have dinner outside tonight."

For this, Chi Huan has no objection, "Okay."

"see you later."

"Bye-Bye."

Put the phone back in the bag, and when Chi Huan walked to the side of the Ferrari, An Ke had already opened the car door first, "Miss Chi, Mr. Mo asked me to take you to a restaurant near 1999."

"He told me, let's go."

Chi Huan bent down to get into the car, An Ke also returned to the driver's seat, and the white Ferrari reversed and started.

It's not dark yet, and the snow hasn't melted yet.

An Ke glanced at the woman sitting in the back seat from the rearview mirror, and suddenly said, "Miss Chi seems to be in a good mood today."

She was startled, blinked, "Is there?"

An Ke nodded, "It should be the best day since your father passed away."

Hearing this, Chi Huan pursed her lips, smiled, and said nothing.

Probably so.

Because of her father's death, although she chose to stay with Mo Shiqian, there was always a thorn in her heart.

Later, because of Beth, she became more depressed.

When I woke up this morning, I felt like I had finally cleared the clouds.

The car drove all the way to the valley house near 1999.

Chi Huan said to An Ke while pushing the car door, "I'll go back with him later, you don't have to wait for me."

An Ke nodded, "Okay, Miss Chi, if you need to call me."

After getting off the car, a gust of cold wind blew over. She shrunk her shoulders, gathered her scarf, and was about to walk inside when she caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of her eyes.

Tall and tall, he was wearing a valuable black formal suit with a black coat on the outside. He should have just got out of the car, with a mobile phone in his hand, and his head slightly lowered. He must be calling someone.

Looking at it from Chi Huan's perspective, he could only see his side face, which was pretty and perfect.

While answering the phone, the man walked into the valley house.

She immediately waved her hand and called out, "Mo Shiqian."

The man might be listening to the phone, but he didn't notice that his long legs were taking steady steps.

Stepping on high heels, Chi Huan quickened his pace and chased after him, hugged the man's arm directly from behind, and complained, "I called you, why are you ignoring me..."

Probably because of being hugged suddenly, the man stopped and looked down at the girl who appeared out of nowhere.

Chi Huan's voice stopped abruptly, and when she saw the face of the man she was holding clearly, she froze for an instant.

Before she could withdraw her hand, an extremely gloomy man's voice sounded behind her, "Chi Huan, who are you hugging?"

Mo Shiqian's face was almost ashen, and the anger on his face was even clearer than ever. Anyone could see that he was angry.

As soon as he saw it from the car, he found Chi Huan running after a man——

He can see her back at a glance, whether it's a bloated down jacket or a hairless down jacket.

Then, before he could follow up, he saw her hugging the man she was chasing.

The anger in my heart burned like a prairie fire almost immediately.

Hearing this voice, Chi Huan immediately wanted to let go of his hand, but a sharp pain hit his wrist.

She turned around and looked up to meet the man's dark eyes.

Sulai's deep and calm eyes were now clusters of faint blue flames, staring at her, as if they were going to burn her, every line of his outline was tense, showing his anger and patience at this moment.

Chi Huan had never seen him so angry.

To be precise, she rarely sees him angry.

Especially for her anger, this is almost the first time.

Her heart contracted violently, and she threw herself into his arms without thinking.

Her wrist was still being pinched by him, and there were bursts of dull pain.

She raised her head in his arms, said embarrassingly and aggrievedly, "Did I admit the wrong person..."

Looking at her like this, Mo Shiqian's face was even more expressionless, so gloomy that it seemed to drip water.

But he still let go of her wrist, hugged her into his arms with one hand, and then raised his head to look at the man standing in front of him who was about the same height as him.

The four eyes meet, all startled.

There was an undercurrent rushing through both pairs of eyes at the same time.

Chi Huan felt that although she was mistaken for her boyfriend, but...they are really similar...

They are all about 1.87 meters tall, both have the figure of a male model, and they all wear expensive and elegant formal coats.

And... it's all black.

The same lofty cool-toned aura.

The more important and most crucial point is that their profiles——

Almost exactly the same.

Of course, if you look at the front face, there will be no confusion at all.

Mo Shiqian was the first to look away lightly, and was about to walk in while holding the woman in his arms.

The moment the two figures passed by, the other man said softly with a half-smile, "I asked the secretary to make an appointment with you, and the one who wrote back told me that he was not available. Are you... busy?"

Mo Shiqian stopped in his tracks, and said flatly, "I have a woman to accompany me, of course I'm busy."

Chi Huan, "..."

The man lowered his eyes and glanced at Chi Huan lightly, with a playful smile on his lips, "A woman who has been rumored to be having an affair with the film king on the front foot, and hugged the wrong boyfriend on the back foot?"

Chi Huan pursed her lips and looked at him unhappy.

What is sowing discord?

Mo Shiqian's arms around Chi Huan's waist tightened calmly, but a sneer appeared on his thin lips, and he said calmly, "Your wife, who tried every means to climb out of the wall in order to divorce you, isn't it now?" Are you a wife?"

The man's face changed slightly, and he sank.

Although Chi Huan failed to understand the conversation between them accurately, he could still clearly smell some invisible gunpowder.

Mo Shiqian led her in.

This time, the man did not stop.

Chi Huan's hand was held in a big palm by the man.

He didn't say a word, didn't even look at her, let alone bowed his head to talk to her.

She looked at her secretly from the side, and found that the line of his jaw was tense and indifferent.

She pursed her lips, rubbed her head against his arm, and looked at him bluntly, "Are you angry?"

The man ignored her, and directly said to the waiter who came up, "Private room."

"Okay, sir, this way please."

Until he took his seat in the box, Mo Shiqian didn't talk to her, talk to her, or even look at her.

He looked down at the menu, his face was still cold and smelly.

She moved her face closer, and said in a coquettish tone, "I'm sorry...you really look alike, I thought it was you...I promise, I won't make a mistake next time, don't be angry. "

The man flipped through the menu with his slender fingers, as if she didn't exist.