Chapter 11

After a moment's silence, the end chuckled, "OK, I see."

Mo Shiqian said, then hung up the phone and put it in front of him.

Chi Huan lives alone, and the white Ferrari stops downstairs in the high-end apartment.

The woman on the copilot opened her eyes. "Here you are?"

Moshiqian gets out of the car directly and opens the passenger's door for her.

Seeing that she was slow, he leaned over again and without saying a word reached for her seat belt.

"Ink is modest."

Her voice is not as soft as usual, some cold and some hoarse.

"Well?"

"I'm not feeling well. I don't have the strength."

The man didn't speak. He held her out of the car and closed the door with his knees on top.

Chi Huan's forehead is on his shoulder, and the long seaweed like hair falls and is blown up by the wind.

She whispered his name again, "Mo Shiqian."

"Well."

"Today's matter you handle cleanly, I don't want to see the gossip about this matter in the media."

"Will handle it."

Mo Shiqian walks into the apartment from the parking lot with her. It's cool and quiet.

Chi Huan smelled the fresh and familiar smell of his body, and felt that he was suddenly so weak that he couldn't help it. "What did you do tonight?"

Her voice was always low, and when she said a word, it seemed to dissipate in the wind.

After a while, he replied quietly, "solve some problems for my fiancee."

She murmured, "you are so kind to your fiancee..."

When the elevator opened, Chi Huan heard the man say a word in a very light tone, "big lady, in fact, you deserve better."

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As soon as the door of the apartment opened, Chi Huan took the clothes off her body as soon as her feet landed on the ground, and handed them to the man beside her, "I'll take a bath."

Then she went straight into the bathroom.

Mo Shiqian looks at her back disappearing in the sight, and conveniently puts the windbreaker on the sofa, and then turns to go out.

Twist flowers and sprinkle, warm water from head to toe.

In the dense water mist, her delicate face could not find the ordinary charming, cold and wooden.

Chi Huan was dizzy and sleepy. He didn't wash for a long time, and soon turned off the shower. He pulled the towel and wiped his hair and body water casually. When he wanted to take the clothes, he found that he didn't bring anything in, so he pulled the towel and wrapped himself in it.

Barefoot on the carpet to wipe hair, the whole apartment quietly close to the dead.

After tonight's event, Chi Huan repels the silence in particular.

She pursed her lips and called out to the door, "ink is modesty."

"Mo Shiqian..."

She cried several times in succession, and only her own echo and deeper silence responded to her.

Have you left?

She frowned. Didn't the man tell her when he left?

Chi Huan's original depressed mood is getting more and more depressed. At this moment, she especially hopes that he will be around her, even if he doesn't speak, or even stay in a room.

She's in the bedroom, he's out in the living room, that's fine.

She didn't have much patience to wipe her hair, threw the towel on the bed, and then conveniently took a nightdress out of the cupboard where she put the close fitting clothes and the nightdress.

After looking at the half opened door, she gave up the idea of closing the door a second later -

at home, she was the only one, whether the bedroom door was closed or not, there was no difference, just close the curtains.

Take the towel off and let it slide onto the carpet. Chi Huan takes a step forward to get her nightdress at the end of the bed.

There was a slight noise at the door.

Chi Huan suddenly realized something. His hand was stiff, and he turned his head in a reflex way.

Moshi's modest, clear and handsome figure stood at the door. Her deep and calm eyes were slightly narrowed and stuck on her. The whole person was also rigid in place for a while without any reaction.

Chi Huan looks at him stupidly and looks at him for three seconds.

Suddenly, her nerves were suddenly reflected by the fire, her hands were in front of her chest, and she shouted at him in a panic, "you What are you doing standing there? You are not Have you left? "

In a few seconds, her pale and bloodless face seemed to flush all the blood into her brain to drip from her face.

Mo Shiqian looks at her naked appearance, stiff without half a silk to ease, thin lips slightly open, voice low and dumb, "I I went downstairs and bought some medicine. "

When he said this, his eyes were fixed on her.

Chi Huan stayed for a few more seconds, then he yelled at him in a hurry? Get out! "

The door slammed shut.

The man stepped back and took the door from the outside.

Chi Huan is shocked by the sound again and stands in place like a fool.She was naked, she didn't even wear underwear, except for her long hair, and there was no shelter in front of him.

Outside.

Mo Shi stood with his head bowed down, breathing in a hurry and disordered way, and his right hand joint holding the doorknob was white.

He closed his eyes, but in an instant the scene he had just seen appeared clearly in his mind.

Chi Huan is very petite, holding in her arms is a small group, in front of the media and outsiders, she has the dual temperament of a girl and the queen, and is named the sweet queen by the media.

He has seen her in all kinds of ways more than anyone, but he also ignores her in all kinds of ways.

White skin, long and thin legs, soft chest snow is not much surging, but The shape is very beautiful. He even briefly imagined the feeling of holding the next hand.

Her long, seaweed like hair hung down her waist and spread over her shoulders.

Just like the newly bathed, wet and fragrant, innocent and full of deadly temptations, the Banshee looked at him with shocked and dull eyes, awakened the desire lurking in the deepest part of his body, like a beast.

He was so stiff that he began to notice what was rolling in his mind. He looked down a little and saw the reaction of the crotch being supported.

He closed his eyes and closed his eyes. He rolled his Adam's apple up and down for a few times. Then he let out a groan from the depth. Cold sweat also came out from his forehead. It dripped down the upright bridge of his nose and down the curved sexy jaw.

Fifteen minutes later.

Chi Huan dressed neatly, or chose to open the bedroom door to come out.

She was wearing a long white dress, gray sweater, rare simple and elegant collocation, and her long black hair was still wet.

As soon as the door opened, she saw the man standing in front of the living room floor to floor window. The night outside the window was full. He did not know whether to watch or watch the night scene.

Biting his lips, Chi Huan was about to open his mouth, but the man who heard the noise just turned around.

A deep, straight line of sight fell on her face.

Four eyes are opposite. Chi Huan's eyes are on him. The content just organized and prepared becomes blank again.

Mo Shiqian looks at her, then looks down at her bare feet, curled up on the carpet.