Chapter 127

She went straight back to the bedroom, took the shawl off her shoulders and threw it into the sofa, went to the bedside, opened the quilt and lay in it.

Mo Shiqian naturally follows him in and brings him to the door.

He glanced down at the hairdryer that was still on the table, reached for it and walked over.

Chi Huan is facing in the opposite direction.

The warm wind swept her hair and her scalp.

The bedroom was so quiet that there was only the sound of a hairdryer.

Chi Huan's face is buried in the pillow and his eyes are closed.

After a while, the man's voice sounded faintly, "Chi Huan, sit up and dry your hair."

She didn't open her eyes, and her voice was equally bland. "It's dry."

Long, bony fingers run through her hair. "No, I'll catch a cold. Get up."

He always seems to speak in this tone, and concise.

The air froze for nearly ten seconds, and Chi Huan sat up.

She lowered her head, chin on her bent knee, long hair falling down, covering most of her face, sat quietly and let him play.

Mo Shiqian didn't speak. She even closed her eyes.

It took another ten minutes to stop blowing, and Chi Huan lay back again.

The man simply cleaned up, also opened the quilt to return to the bed, put out all the lights in the bedroom.

A quiet darkness.

Chi Huan used to sleep in the double bed alone before, and likes to occupy the middle position. After sleeping with him, he can't change this habit. Although Mo Shiqian is not fat, the man's figure is always big and takes up the place.

For a long time, it was her sleeping in the middle, he was holding her.

But now, she sleeps on one-third of the side of the double bed, leaning out of the window.

Mo Shiqian reaches out his hand, takes her person to the middle, pours into his arms and asks in an ordinary voice, "are you quarreling with me again?" And?

Chi Huan is biting his lips. He says yes, she really can't refute.

He seems to have no temper and can control her even if he is not happy.

But her temper can only come out.

She didn't speak.

The man bowed his head and drew close to her, breathing all over her neck. "Chi Huan?"

This sound, has already had some dangerous taste.

Chi Huan clenched her lips, clenched the quilt tightly with her fingers. She was bored and wronged without any reason. She endured the low voice and said, "I'm sleepy."

In the dark, the man bullied her body and covered it with his own hands. Then he bowed his head and found her lips accurately in the dark and kissed her.

Since this period of time, they don't do it at night but also have to be intimate with each other. It's already a habit.

Chi Huan ducked his kiss and raised his voice a bit. "Mo Shiqian, I said I was sleepy and didn't want to do it. Don't do it tonight."

In fact, Mo Shiqian is not a must.

Because they've only been together last night.

But she's been in a bad mood since dinner time today, and he feels it.

A woman's body is far more honest than a man's. Chi Huan seldom refuses him during this period of time. Even if he refuses, he is just a little woman's coquetry.

She pushed his hand on the pillow easily by the man.

Chi Huan buried half of her face in the pillow and bit her lips. "I said I don't want to do it."

The man didn't continue to invade her. He just pressed her on the body in such a way that she wouldn't struggle. "You went to see that investor today, he bullied you?"

Without light, no one can see whose face.

She closed her eyes, chuckled, and said lightly, "I'm in this situation now. Isn't it normal for someone to bully me?"

Mo Shiqian frowned, his voice pressed down, "who did you see today?"

Quiet, "no one bullies me."

The man sniffed, "so you look like this?"

"In your heart, when I am bullied, I have to anger the whole world?"

"So," he said, in a faint tone, "you're still pissing me off."

Chi Huan didn't speak. Although she couldn't see anything, she still closed her eyes.

"Say it, because of something."

When this man speaks, there is only a line between gentleness and indifference.

She could imagine his expression when he said this, which was not impatient, but it was like facing a wayward child who didn't know how to be patient.

"No," she said quietly, holding her fingers tightly. "It's just that the cooperation is not smooth. I'm in a bad mood. Mo Shiqian, I'm sleepy. I really don't want to do it."

After nearly ten seconds, the man gave a faint hum, then released her hand, went down from her, and lay back in the original position.

He didn't say anything more. He didn't even hold her anymore.Until the air is quiet as if they are asleep, the low voice of the woman suddenly rings, "Mo Shiqian, don't you like my acting as a star?"

He replied quietly, "no, just like it."

It took three seconds for her to make a light oh.

Just like it

It's really her own business.

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Chi Huan goes to bed early in the evening, but later. When she wakes up the next morning, the man has already gone to work.

After washing and changing clothes, she was just about to eat something when she got a call from Bai Lao.

He is still a vigorous and calm voice, "Miss Chi, have you thought it out?"

Chi Huan said coldly, "I didn't seem to agree."

"I think there's a lot of room for you to think about it."

"Mr. Bai, Miss Bai Er met Mo Shiqian earlier than me. Mo Shiqian didn't like her. He still wouldn't like her without me. Is it interesting for you to do this?"

"I just offered you a deal, Miss Chi. How can you say it? It seems that I have done something to hurt you."

Chi Huan pursed her lips, didn't speak, and cut off the phone without expression.

Before I put the phone down, it vibrated again.

It's sister Yao who called. "Huanhuan, you come to the company right away, right now."

Chi Huan is stunned, guessing that it's something about work. "I know. I'll come here."

Anke sent her downstairs to the company. On the way, sister Yao sent another message to let her go to a coffee shop near the company.

She was still looking for a place, so sister Yao stood up and waved to her.

She thought she was late and hurried past on high heels. "Sister Yao..."

At first, she just looked down at the man sitting at Yao's side, but when she saw the handsome face, she was stunned.

"Pei Pei Yi. "

About twenty-six or seventeen year old man, one or two years older than Mo Shiqian, with mature temperament of thirty, looked at her and smiled, "little girl, what's wrong with your hand?"