Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Here is a collection of all the movies she has participated in, some of which are even guest appearances that she has no impression of herself. She has been in the industry for more than ten years, the most recent ones, and the farthest ones.

After Chi Huan sat at the end of the bed for a while, he got up and went to the kitchen.

Man is shredding potatoes.

He was still wearing black trousers and a dark blue shirt. He was cool and stern, with a slender figure and focused temperament. His fingers were clean and beautiful, and his movements were rhythmic and neat.

In fact, it is not so suitable for him to cook in today's position, not to mention that he was wearing a formal suit, but he stood in front of the glazed table with his sleeves rolled up, his aura was contradictory, but he exuded an indescribable Charm.

Before Chi Huan walked behind the man, he sensed her approaching. He slowed down the pace of chopping the vegetables without turning his head. He smiled softly and said in a seductive voice, "It's because the movie is not good. Still miss me?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She walked over, stood beside him and watched him skillfully cut potatoes, and said casually, "You didn't prepare those movies yourself, did you?"

Going to sea seems to be a temporary decision, or... he has already made this arrangement?

But he obviously ordered the bodyguards to prepare the yacht in the elevator of the hospital... The cooking was also decided on the spur of the moment while shopping in the mall.

Mo Shiqian glanced at her sideways, and smiled, "Why, none of the movies they chose is your favorite?"

Chi Huan stared at his side face, pursed his lips and said, "I did it all."

The man's chopping action paused for a few seconds.

But it only took a few seconds for him to continue, his thin lips still smiling lightly, "Maybe they are trying to please you for me? Who knew that you would hate watching your own movie with hot eyes."

Chi Huan let out a sigh, and said with emotion in an unclear way, "Is that so..."

He looked at her, "Otherwise, what do you think?"

"No, I went to the deck to get some air. Call me when the meal is ready."

"Um."

This was just a small episode, if it hadn't suddenly occurred to Xia Tangtang that he had mentioned... saying that he had watched every one of her movies and was her fan.

Mo Shiqian himself probably doesn't like watching movies very much... Besides, as Fengxing said, he has been very busy these past few years, so busy that he doesn't even have time to sleep, how could he still have time to watch movies.

and……

She was lying on the railing, looking sideways at the gradually receding seaside city, her mood immediately sank.

When thinking of Xia Tangtang, she thought of Little Mango...

During this period of time, she has been subconsciously and deliberately ignoring the existence.

His daughter, his own flesh and blood.

The problems to think about when they are not together are very realistic-whether he loves her, whether they have a future, there is no time at all, no energy to care about and think about the past.

There seems to be an extremely tacit understanding and a gentle distance between him and Xia Tangtang, because neither of them has the slightest possessive desire for each other, no feelings, at least no love, but Little Mango——

My child, she will always be a constant bond.

It's impossible to say that I don't mind, but now I am far away in Jiangcheng, so those things seem very far away, but far away does not mean that they don't exist.

When Mo Shiqian finished cooking and looking for someone, she was still lying there in a daze.

Her long hair was tied into a ball head, and only some short hairs were still floating in the sea breeze.

He walked over, hugged her from behind, leaned over her face and lowered his head to stare at the sullen expression on her face, his eyes became secretive, and asked in a low voice, "Are you hungry?"

She raised her face, the expression just now disappeared quickly, as if it was just a man's illusion, her tone was somewhat resentful, "It's already one o'clock in the afternoon, do you think I'm hungry?"

The man bowed his head and kissed her lips, "You can eat."

She took his hand and said, "Let's go."

Mo Shiqian's eyes were dark, but there were no emotional ups and downs on his face, and he let her pull him in.

The dishes are very rich, except for the seafood that has local characteristics, Chi Huan is not too annoying and doesn't usually eat much, she likes everything else.

While scooping up the soup, Chi Huan pursed his lips and asked, "Did you cook often in Paris...?"

"No."

"Then..." She was thinking about it just now, and originally wanted to ask, but she swallowed all the words.

Mo Shiqian stared at him all the time, seeing that she stopped and lowered her head to drink the soup after she only said one word, and asked calmly, "Then what?"

She raised her head and smiled at him after finishing the soup, "It's nothing, I just want to say that you haven't cooked all these years, and your cooking skills don't seem to have deteriorated at all."

He smiled lightly, "It's still better than you."

"It's better than me, so whenever there is a need to cook in the future, I still invite Mr. Mo to show off - after all, those who are able do more work."

The man looked at her amusedly.

After a while, a faint word "good" just fell down.

She was stunned, and raised her head to look at him, only to find that the man on the opposite side was gracefully peeling the crab in his hand with lowered eyes.

Okay.

…………

after dinner.

Jiangcheng was already far away from them, so far away that they couldn't see it anymore, only the very faint golden sunlight leaked from the clouds and fell straight on the endless blue sea.

Chi Huan asked Mo Shiqian to take a photo for her.

"It's better to shoot. Although I heard that straight men's photography skills are scary, but a professional photographer like me who has three hundred and sixty faces with no dead ends should not be able to take ugly faces, right?"

While muttering, she turned on the camera of her mobile phone and handed it to him.

The man took a look, "Use mine."

"Well... that's fine."

Mo Shiqian obviously doesn't have any photography skills, as can be seen from his casual posture, but she doesn't plan to post it on social platforms, she just wanted to keep a souvenir on a whim, so she didn't say much.

A minute later, the man handed her the phone.

Chi Huan took it with a smile on his face.

Then,"……"

excuse me?

Mo Shiqian saw her staring at the phone screen for a long time, with an obviously unhappy expression.

He lowered his eyes and said, "Isn't it pretty?"

She raised her head with a half smile, "Of course I'm pretty, how could I not be pretty."

"You don't look very satisfied."

"Should I be happy to see myself who is only 1.4 meters tall?"

Mo Shiqian, "..."

"You are more than 1.4 meters."

"Of course I am more than 1.4 meters!"

Under her angry eyes, the man fell silent.

This is the effect of shooting, blame him?

Chi Huan decisively deleted the disabled self.

On the other hand, Mo Shiqian, it's rare to see her so angry recently, her heartstrings are twitching, as if a light and soft feather has brushed her heart, itching badly. Without any hesitation, he put his arms around her waist and pressed her against the railing, then bowed his head and kissed her.