Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Mo Shiqian looked at the boundless sea. The night had fallen and the light was dim, which made the expression on his face so dark that people could not see the content clearly.

He said lightly, "Who knows."

After a while, the bodyguard asked tentatively, "If it's really the eldest son...you..."

The words are not finished, but the meaning of the words is self-evident.

Who is Mo Shichen? He is the heir-to-be known to everyone in the Lawrence family. From his birth to before his accident, no one has questioned this.

To put it bluntly, everything that Mo Shiqian has today was picked up by him.

If he suddenly "resurrected from the dead", what would the Lawrence family think, what would the Clod-Summer people think? It's okay if Paris doesn't know. Once they know, the group that has just settled down just now may cause another turmoil .

Although President Mo has now gained a firm foothold, and his position cannot be easily shaken by anyone, for those in power, it is always a troublesome thing for those in power to suddenly return when the former person in power who should have died unexpectedly came back.

Of course, if the eldest son is alive, they can't figure out whether President Mo's intention is to make him appear...or to never show him again.

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Nine p.m.

The sound of the rising and falling waves has never stopped, and Jiangcheng has been covered by lights.

When Mo Shiqian returned to the hotel and opened the door to enter, there was no sound inside, only the warm yellow lights were on everywhere, but when he walked in, there was only a kind of loneliness where he could hear his own breathing.

He glanced subconsciously, but did not see Chi Huan.

Is it in the bedroom?

The second bedroom door was closed.

He unconsciously frowned, walked to the center of the living room with long legs, and was about to lift his suitcase, which was standing next to the sofa, into the master bedroom. Just as he was about to turn around, his movements suddenly stopped.

From the angle he was standing, he could just see where the tables were placed in the restaurant.

With a glance, you can see the dazzling dinner table.

Basically complete.

He let go of the suitcase in his hand and stepped into the restaurant.

Under the light, the knives, forks and cups are all clean. Obviously, no one has touched them at all.

Mo Shiqian's meager lips were pursed into a straight line, and his brows and eyes darkened a little. He turned and walked out of the dining room, walked to the door of the second bedroom, and directly turned the doorknob.

Compared with the warm light in the living room, the darkness of the room inside.

If it wasn't for the light leaking in from the living room that allowed him to see the silhouette of a woman lying on the bed, he might have thought that there was no living person inside.

He walked to the bed and turned on the bed lamp.

She should have taken a shower, she was wearing a nightgown, lying on her side on the white mattress, clean and charming, her long hair had been untied and spread out like seaweed.

"Chi Huan."

She was in a light sleep, and her head moved, but she didn't wake up.

Mo Shiqian's voice raised a little, deep and extremely low, and there was a terrifying feeling in this extremely quiet space, "Chi Huan—" Chi Huan was awakened instantly, and he didn't even know why What condition happens to sit up.

It took a while for her to realize where she was, and raised her hand to comb her long hair behind her head, "You're back..."

The man said nothing.

Chi Huan looked up at his silent and displeased expression, thinking that he was still angry about what happened in the afternoon, and didn't know why he dug her up from the bed even though he obviously didn't want to talk to her very much.

Covering half of her face with her hands, she adjusted her unrelieved breathing, and said, "Is there something wrong?"

He said flatly, "Why don't you have dinner?"

"Oh... I was a little tired after coming back, so I went to bed after taking a shower."

The man was tepid, "You've been lying on the beach all afternoon, why are you tired?"

Chi Huan, "..."

Whether he kept staring at her or sent someone to watch her, but at least he didn't care about her alone by the sea in a strange city.

"I have no appetite, so I didn't eat."

"Get up and go eat."

She pursed her lips and said, "But it's cold now."

Mo Shiqian frowned, and said immediately, "Go to the bathroom and wash your face to wake up, I'll ask someone to change the table."

"No need... You can skip it at night, just to lose weight..."

There was a bit of sarcasm in the man's slightly cold voice, "What else do you have to lose?"

Thin as a bone, but also embarrassed to mention weight loss.

Chi Huan looked at him, and felt that she was disobedient to him. He was probably more angry, so he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "Just order whatever you want, it doesn't need to be too much trouble."

Mo Shiqian ignored her, turned around and walked out.

Chi Huan simply washed up in the bathroom, put a shawl on his shoulders, and then walked out.

The man didn't return to his master bedroom either. The phone he had just dialed was still on the coffee table. His handsome face was cold and hard, and his aura was gloomy. He sat on the sofa with half-closed eyes as if Close your eyes and rest.

She still took the initiative to break the dead silence, "Have you had dinner yet?"

He ignored her, as if he didn't hear her.

After another minute, the woman said again in a low voice, "Mo Shiqian, let's talk."

He still didn't respond, but Chi Huan knew he heard it.

Her voice was quiet and lonely, "I called Feng Xing this afternoon, and he said, if I don't plan to follow you to the end...don't provoke you, and don't delay myself."

He finally opened his eyes, staring at her fair and delicate face with dark and dark eyes.

Chi Huan looked at him, got up from the sofa and walked up to him.

In the huge presidential suite, they could hear each other's breathing quietly.

She slowly bent down, opened her arms and hugged his neck, pressed her delicate face against his, and said in a low voice, "Mo Shiqian, I don't know what you think... If you still If you want to continue listening, just hug me."

Her pajamas are very thin, her body is extraordinarily soft, and her body is full of clean fragrance and hair fragrance after bathing.

Combined together, it is a fascinating atmosphere.

Mo Shiqian looked at the big vase standing next to the TV in the distance, his eyes were so dark that ink could drip out.

He raised his arms and pulled her body into his arms, with such force that he couldn't control it, as if he wanted to embed her in it, but the voice that fell in her ear was slightly hoarse, "He also told you what?"

"Can you answer a question for me?"

He pursed his lips and smiled sparsely, "I thought it was you who wanted to tell me something, and you asked me first before you said anything?"

"You didn't ignore my nude photos before, why did you agree when I came to you again?"

"Isn't one billion reasons enough?"

"Enough, but that's no reason."