Chapter 152

Without thinking, she got out of bed barefoot, pushed open the door to the balcony and went out.

Looking down, I saw the car driving out of the gate of the villa, and the lights fell on the black carved gate.

The tears that Chi Huan had stopped came out again. His eyes were blurred by the tears, even the light was blurred.

She stood on the balcony and blew the cold air for a while. She didn't turn back to her bedroom until her face was wooden.

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Mo Shiqian dials a phone while driving.

It took a long time to get through the phone, and now the fashion is very impatient with him, and the tone is very bad, "you don't go to bed with your woman to call me at this time, are you Yang Yiwei or gay?"

Mo Shiqian, "..."

He didn't want to mention this, but he didn't avoid it. He said lightly, "what's wrong with that woman? She's so grumpy."

It is popular to live in the highest building in Lancheng, standing beside the river. Outside the window is the bustling city lights, full of the bustle of human fireworks, which makes this expensive and elegant apartment particularly cold and quiet.

Only a fat white fat cat curled up on the carpet under his feet, beautiful and lazy.

He narrowed his eyes and hissed, "why is she there?"

Mo Shi said modestly, "last time you helped Bai Song, I'll give you back."

"Because Chi Huan caught you and Jiyu last time, quarreled with you and ignored you, so you fucking calculated me? Are you a big man whose mind is smaller than the eye of a needle

The reason why he took Chi Huan to the company is that Ji Yu was bullied badly by Bai Yun in the company. Bai Song was unfair to his friend, and he could not directly talk to Mo Shiqian, so he wanted to be popular.

At that time, Bai Song didn't know much about Mo Shiqian and Chi Huan. First, he hoped that the popularity would suppress Bai Yun. Second, he hoped that his brief introduction would help Ji Yu to say something good.

Popular which is nosy, only casually show that they know.

It's just that Chi Huan came to the door. He took her to the company by the way, but he didn't think that she would really break it. It's good for everyone to break it early. If seasonal rain continues like this for a year and a half and Chi Huan finds out, it can't be solved by losing his temper.

But he can't talk about helping anyone, just by the way.

Mo Shiqian sneered back with the same tone, "you have a big heart, watching my woman being bullied?"

Popular, " You're there, and you need me to show you women? "

Mo Shiqian wrists his eyebrows, and the anxiety comes out again, "where are you, 1999 or your apartment?"

"At home."

Twenty minutes later.

It's fashionable to hold a cigarette with thin lips. Looking back at the man who appears in front of him in a straight black suit, he squints his eyes, flicks ashes with his knuckled fingers, and raises his eyebrows. "It's strange. Since you have a woman holding you in the evening, you can't call it out. How? You're too fierce. People can't stand it. You're driven out of the bedroom? "

Mo Shiqian glanced at him," are you quite experienced? Often driven by women? "

Popular, "..."

He smokes, puffs, laughs and says, "you come to me specially, don't you want to discuss what happened hundreds of years ago between me and my ex girlfriend?"

Mo Shiqian didn't immediately reply. He took out his cigarette and lit it with a fire. After a long breath, he slowly spit it out. The living room only lights a floor lamp. The orange light is dim.

Both of them are very quiet. Only the cat that sleeps well will occasionally call.

Mo Shiqian lifted his eyelids, and his deep voice was very clear in the silent light. "When you were with Chuxi, I never asked you why you love such a woman so much in America."

The fashion almost choked on the smoke.

Mo Shiqian took a look at him and said in a clear and cool way, "not that it was hundreds of years ago, but today I also hugged and kissed, or can't I mention it?"

Popular fingers are holding the burning smoke. "Which eye do you see that I am dying?"

"I have only two."

Popular, "..."

What kind of man did Chi Huan not see? How could he accept him?

I took a hard smoke and calmed down. Then the fashion began to understate, "it's not just the color. There are so many reasons. It's my first love. I'm stupid and humble. You think everyone is a freak like you. When I was a young man, I looked at the end of the cigarette and didn't talk for a while.

Do you want to see the color?

Chu Xi really has the capital to let the man see the color.

Of course, Chi Huan has more.

After squinting at him for a while, he found that he was staring at the light world outside the landing window, and then he found that the man was not here to "care" him.

After spitting out a cigarette ring, he sneered and said, "you really quarreled with her?" He touched his chin and said, "the hero saves the beauty. He shouldn't commit himself to it. Which one are you singing?"Ink when modest light way, "No."

There was no quarrel, though she cried hard.

In fact, Chi Huan doesn't often cry. At least in the years when he was a bodyguard beside her, she rarely cried.

I've been with him a lot.

Is this the woman in love?

He turned his eyes away from the glass to see the fashion. His voice was a little hoarse. "She said she fell in love with me."

Popular, " Rare? "

Ink when modest lips spit out two seemingly meaningless words, "is it."

"She's in love with you. Do you have other plans?"

Other plans?

What are you going to do.

Marriage? She refused to marry.

Break up?

It doesn't seem necessary.

She seems very sad to maintain the status quo.

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When Mo Shiqian went back, it was past zero.

He thought that Chi Huan had fallen asleep to avoid disturbing her to sleep. He took his nightgown and took a simple shower next door. Then he went back to the bedroom and opened the quilt to lie back in the bed.

A woman's soft body lies in the middle of the room, lying on her side, with green silk as her pillow and lingering fragrance.

He thought of the way she cried and the red eyes. He leaned over, fingers flicking away her hair. She had closed her eyes, but in the weak moonlight, he could see the tears on her eyelashes.

Fingers scraped her delicate cheek, looked at it quietly for a while, and then was ready to lie back.

But as he lay down, the woman's body automatically leaned into his arms and buried itself in his chest.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair, whispering, "why haven't you slept?"

She raised her face in his arms, but could not see clearly in the dark. Her voice was dull and dumb. "Do you want to break up with me?"