Chapter 248

"Oh, I came to play a cameo role this afternoon, just finished, ready to go home."

After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the cell phone, the man said in an ordinary voice, "I'll send an address to Anke and ask her to send you there. I'll eat out tonight."

For this, Chi Huan has no opinion, "OK."

"See you later."

"Bye."

Put the cell phone back in the bag, wait for Chi Huan to go to the side of Ferrari, and Anke has opened the door first. "Miss Chi, Mr. Mo asked me to take you to a restaurant near 1999."

"He told me to go."

Chi Huan stoops to get on the car, and Anke returns to the driver's seat. The white Ferrari reverses and starts.

It wasn't dark and the snow hadn't melted.

Anke looked into the rearview mirror at the woman sitting in the back seat and suddenly said, "Miss Chi seems to be in a good mood today."

She was stunned and blinked, "do you have any?"

Anke nodded, "it should be your father's best day after his death."

Chi Huan smelt the words and pursed his lips, smiled and did not speak.

It's probably true.

Because of her father's death, she chose to stay with Mo Shiqian, but there was always a thorn in her heart.

Later, because of Beth's affairs, she became more depressed.

When I woke up this morning, I felt like I finally got rid of the clouds.

The car drove all the way to the valley house near 1999.

"I'll go back with him later. You don't have to wait for me," he said, pushing the door open Anke nodded, "OK, Miss Chi, you need to call me."

After getting out of the car, a cold wind blew over. She shrunk her shoulders, closed her scarf, and was about to walk inside. She saw a shadow in the corner of her eyes.

Tall and straight, wearing expensive black formal clothes, the outside is the same black coat, it should be just from the car, holding the mobile phone, slightly lowering his head, who should be on the phone.

From the perspective of Chi Huan, we can only see his side face. Yingting is perfect.

The man answered the phone and walked into the valley house.

She immediately waved and shouted, "Mo is modest."

Men may be listening to the phone, and did not notice that the long leg step is very stable.

Chi Huan stepped on high-heeled shoes, sped up his pace to catch up with him, hugged the man's arm directly from behind, and complained, "I call you, why don't you pay attention to me..."

Probably because of being suddenly held by someone, the man stopped and looked down at the girl who didn't know where she came from.

Chi Huan's voice stopped abruptly. When she saw the face of the man she was holding, she was stunned.

Before she could take back her hand, there was the voice of a man behind her, who are you holding, Chi Huan

Mo Shiqian's face is almost livid, and the anger on his face is more clear than ever. Anyone can see that he is angry.

As soon as he saw it from the car, he found that Chi Huan was running after a man -

her back, no matter whether it was a puffy down jacket or not, he could see it at a glance.

Then, before he could catch up, he saw with his own eyes the man she was chasing.

The anger in my heart almost immediately started a prairie fire.

Hearing the sound, Chi Huan immediately wanted to release her hand, but a sharp pain hit her wrist.

She turned and looked up to the man's black eyes.

At this time, the deep and indifferent eyes are clusters of blue flames, staring at her, as if to burn her, each line of the outline is tight, showing his anger and patience at this time.

Chi Huan has never seen him so angry.

To be exact, she rarely sees him angry.

It was almost the first time, especially for her anger.

Her heart contracted violently, and she fell into his arms without thinking.

Her wrist was still pinched by him, with dull pain.

She raised her head in his arms, some chatted up, and some wronged, "I know the wrong person..."

Mo Shiqian looks at her like this. Her face is even more expressionless, so gloomy that it looks like dripping water.

But still loose her wrist, one hand into her arms, and then raised his head, looking at standing in front of him, and his height is almost the same.

Four eyes are opposite, all are one Zheng.

There was a undercurrent in both eyes at the same time.

Chi Huan thinks that although she admits her boyfriend is wrong, she They are really like

They are all about 1.87 meters tall, men's model standard figures, and expensive and elegant formal overcoats.

And It's all black.

Also high above the cold tone aura.

What's more, and most importantly, their faces——Almost as like as two peas.

Of course, if you look straight, you won't get confused at all.

Mo Shiqian takes the lead in taking back the light line of sight, holding the woman in his arms to walk inside.

At the moment when two figures were wrong and out of date, another man opened his voice with a smile like a smile, "I asked the Secretary to ask you out. What I wrote back to me was no time. You are Busy? "

Mo modestly stopped and said lightly, "if you have a woman to accompany you, of course you are busy."

Chi Huan, "..."

The man glanced at the eye pool Huan with low eyes, and smiled thoughtfully on his lips. "The woman with the front foot and the movie emperor spreading the ambiguous gossip, and the back foot holding the wrong boyfriend?"

Chi Huan purses her lips and looks at him unhappily.

What's the mischief.

Mo Shiqian's hand on Chi Huan's waist tightened quietly, but there was a sneer between his thin lips. He said quietly, "you are the wife who tried everything to climb out of the wall in order to divorce you. Isn't it your wife now?"

The man's face changed slightly and sank.

Although Chi Huan didn't understand the dialogue between them accurately, she could clearly smell some invisible smoke.

Mo Shiqian leads her in.

This time, the man didn't stop.

Chi Huan's hand is held in the big hand by the man.

He didn't say a word. He didn't even look at her, let alone talk to her.

She surreptitiously looked at her, and found that the line of his jaw was tight and cold.

She pursed her lips, rubbed her head against his arm and looked at him. "Are you angry?"

The man ignored her and said directly to the waiter, "box."

"Yes, sir and miss. This way, please."

Until he was seated in the box, moshiqian didn't pay attention to her, talk or look at her directly.

He looked down at the menu, his face still cold and smelly.

She put her face close to her and said in a coquettish voice, "I'm sorry You are really a bit like me. I thought it was you I promise I won't admit my mistake again. Don't be angry. "

The man's long fingers flip the menu when she doesn't exist.