Chapter 293

She looked down, her red lips biting heavily.

Standing in place hesitated and hesitated again, never reaching out.

Until the man in the dining room called out, "happy."

"Well, here we are."

She took a deep breath, reached for the spoon and slowly stirred it for several times, bringing out more white heat. Then she carefully picked it up, went to the dining table outside, and put it down in front of him.

"It shouldn't be hot. Eat it first, and then I'll serve myself a bowl."

Mo Shiqian looks up at her.

Chi Huan pursed her lips. "What's the matter?"

He sounded soft in a faint voice. "You look worried."

How can she always be seen through at a glance when she comes to him?

"I'm afraid It doesn't taste good. "

The man smiled. "I'll swallow it."

Chi Huan turns around and goes back to the kitchen. He takes the bowl and fills it with one.

By the time she went back, he was eating slowly with the spoon.

With a tight finger holding the bowl, she stood at the door of the kitchen. Her heart beat was disordered and she couldn't say how flustered she was -

she was probably used to it from small to large. Although she was not a gentle and understanding woman, she was not used to lying and calculating others, especially Pillow side person.

Mo Shiqian raised his head again, squinted at her restless appearance, frowned slightly and whispered, "come here."

Chi Huan then went over and sat down opposite him.

As she unconsciously stirred her porridge with a spoon, she asked, "taste How is it? "

"Done."

"Then You can finish. I also asked mom Li to prepare sandwiches and milk. "

Mo Shiqian looks at her "forced smile" face, puts the spoon in her hand down, "happy."

"Well What's the matter? "

He is still very light tone especially slow, low and heavy, "I will come back, you don't worry."

She held the spoon with white knuckles, but forced a smile on her face. "OK."

Mo Shiqian finished that bowl of porridge.

Li Ma brought up the sandwiches and eggs that Chi Huan had asked her to prepare, and they ate most of them together.

After breakfast, she helped the man to the sofa. "You have a rest. I'll go up and get your clothes and papers."

"I'll do it myself."

Chi Huan leaned over and held her down. "You're all like this, can you toss less?"

He didn't force him to get up, just picked up his eyebrows and looked at her.

She had a tiger face. "Sit, I'll go."

Mo Shiqian stared at her for a few seconds. "OK, the certificate is in the safe. The password is the day you first made love with me."

Chi Huan, "..."

"Why don't you use my birthday?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly. "How about opening it up?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She didn't speak any more and turned upstairs.

Just to the second floor, I thought of something and ran down again.

The man originally closed his eyes because of the sleepiness of silence, and then opened again when he saw her coming down.

She touched her head. "That day When did it come? "

Mo Shiqian looks at her.

In fact, it should not be called looking, called -- Questioning of the eyes.

"Come on."

He said coolly, "the wedding date of you and Moxi is the auspicious day set by your calendar, don't you remember?"

Chi Huan is upright and vigorous. "I have forgotten all the people. Why should I remember the days?"

This is inexplicably pleasing to the man, he hooked his lips, or answered.

She gave a slight oh.

Turn around, but then turn around, "correct you, it's not called love, it's called violence."

The man's hand held his head slightly, the rare casual and relaxed posture, with a smile on his lips, "you didn't drink a lot of wine that day, as for whether you were too happy to forget?"

Chi Huan, "..."

"You don't graduate from Stanford Law School. I need to retell to you what's a bully?"

Mo Shiqian, "..."

He narrowed his eyes and worked hard. "Do you remember that I forced you to storm, or do you miss the feeling of that day and want to py again?"

Chihuan, " Metamorphosis. "

This time, she really went upstairs.

But instead of packing, he waited for him to fall asleep.

She sat in a swivel chair in his study, lying on the desk, her fingers touching the picture frame on the desk.

In the picture frame is a picture of them.

She used her mobile phone to "force" him to cooperate. It's very common to shoot, and her selfie technology has always been criticized by fans But can't stand the high value of face? Two 360 degree faces without dead angle are beautiful.She also developed the photos, framed them and put them back.

He took a look at her at that time and did not agree or disagree.

But I haven't been passive since I put it on.

Her fingertips caressed his outline When he woke up and found that she and his best brother worked together to calculate him, I don't know how angry she would be.

If something happens to the popularity

She couldn't even imagine that something would happen in the fashion.

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When Chi Huan went down again an hour later, the man was asleep as expected.

She also covered herself with a blanket.

She stood in front of the sofa and looked at his sleeping face, relieved.

She squatted down beside his sofa and looked at his face for a long time. She sighed softly. I don't know how long it took. She stood up and bent down to adjust his posture and let him lie flat in the sofa.

Some regret why not coax him to sleep in bed Although the difficulty coefficient is large, it is easy to arouse his suspicion.

When people are waiting, they just feel sleepy. They will naturally choose to squint for a while, especially in their own home, and they will not be alert.

Once you really fall asleep, it's hard to wake up.

Before getting on the plane, he sent her a message because he asked her to tell her about her progress in half a minute.

She has to wait for his news and wake up

Time in waiting, is the longest.

…………

Mexico.

Southern hemisphere, summer, hot.

Originally a war-torn country with extreme chaos, there are also Mexican gangs listed as one of the five largest gangs in the world, whose weapons can directly match the police forces.

After Muxi escaped, he found that his place of detention was in the slum.

Even more desperate, she didn't know where she was going.

Without her passport and ID card, she couldn't understand Spanish. She looked at her with strange eyes on the road.

She also has no money, only a few crumpled yuan stuffed in jeans.

She's a different kind of person. She's picked up in the crowd every minute, and may be picked back at any time.

Great hidden in the city, she can only run to the most prosperous place, looking for Asian faces all the way, can take her to the police station, or the embassy, really not Americans may be able to speak English.

After all, she is a high school student, barely able to communicate.