Chapter 406

But she didn't want to give him time or even a chance.

She even insisted that the child does not exist

What does not exist mean? Even if it exists, she will not let it continue to exist.

Chi Huan looks up at the pretty face of the man who is close to her,

his face is very close to her, his eyes are very close, and his breath is even closer, because the hot breath is all sprayed on her face.

At such a close distance, she seemed to have never seen his eyes so close and so clearly. She had never seen the almost pleading eyes overflow from Moshi's modest eyes, staring at her cautiously. Once blinking, without blinking, she would disappear in a second.

The look on his face was not strong, there was no excitement or hysteria.

But he stood in front of her at a height of 1.87 meters, a large part higher than her, but such a tall and upright figure, standing in front of the delicate chihuan, still seemed to be the man's low voice, even begging her.

She believes that he can give her more money and love than any man in his life, but the time he needs is at the expense of all the people around him.

They have no time.

Chi Huan lowered her head and her long hair fell down, covering half of her face.

"Xigu, let's go."

As she spoke, she used her fingers to break the fingers that the man had wrapped around her wrist, one by one.

"Mo Shiqian, if you continue to harass me like this, I will call the police."

Moxi looked at the man whose outline was tight enough to break at any time. His eyes seemed to be rolling with a sea of thick ink, dark and paranoid, with a kind of horrible atmosphere.

But the look on his face finally returned to calm, even dead silence, and even the hand holding Chi Huan slowly released, "OK, I will not continue to harass you,"

his voice, words and sentences are down to the extreme, "but I want this child, you give birth to him, I take him to disappear in your life, but I will always give you back to me Opportunity, but if you don't get him, Chi Huan, you can only pray that I can't get up again, otherwise, we will never end our lives. "

His hand was completely released.

But it was the chill of the bone that wrapped it up again.

Chi Huan hears her own gentle laughter, "let's wait until you get up."

…………

On the bus back to the city from the studio.

Chi Huan sat on the copilot and looked straight ahead. After a long silence, he said something irrelevant, "it's raining."

So Moxi glanced at her and said, "well, it's cloudy recently. It's raining normally."

"Xigu, I'm sorry."

So Morse sighed and whispered, "happy, close your eyes and have a rest. I think you look like you died once."

Chi Huan was silent for a while, murmuring, "I'm not sleepy."

"If you want to cry, you can cry. I know you are suffering."

"I don't feel bad," she said softly, even with a smile. "I don't feel it anymore."

No feeling

No feeling, what kind of feeling it is.

"About children..."

"Without children, Lawrence made all kinds of perjury about my pregnancy in order to make him believe that I was pregnant but didn't want to give birth to his child."

Mosey looked in the rearview mirror. "He's coming up. He really wants this kid."

Moshiqian's car is right behind Lamborghini.

Although it's probably the only way to get back to the city from the small town, from the distance maintained by the speed, the car still follows them.

Chi Huan closes his eyes.

"The West."

"You said."

"When we decided to get married before, you didn't prepare a villa as a wedding room Can I stay for a few days? "

"Are you sure you want to?"

"Well," she said faintly, "I'm so tired that I want to rest. If I can get rid of it by cutting hard, I think it's amputation. Otherwise, I think I'm going to die."

I'm dying. Chi Huan's understatement.

But Moxi was shocked all over.

He could see that, of course, he could see that her feelings with Mo Shiqian had worn away her once high spirits, and even her smile was dim, as if most of her soul had died.

He said, "I'll take you back to Mo's house. The villa has been abandoned for a long time and no one has cleaned it." after a meal, he added in a low voice, "my mother hasn't been at home for half a month. She's gone to France to talk about business."

"Thank you for interrupting."

…………

Chi Huan stayed in Mo's villa that night.

Moxi asked his servant to clean up the room next to his bedroom, and sent someone to buy some daily necessities temporarily. Specifically, according to Chi Huan's taste, he asked the chef to cook a table of her favorite dishes recently.She reluctantly took a small half of the bowl and put down her chopsticks.

Moxi looked at her sharp chin. "You can usually finish at least one bowl of rice for the meal that chequered said Mo Shiqian cooked. Is it his special skill or just because he did it, so you like it?"

"I'm not in a mood today, so I don't have much appetite. Maybe it will be better after a while."

He knows when she's in a bad mood.

After quarreling with the man on the set in the evening, she was just like a ghost.

After eating and drinking a cup of tea, Chi Huan went back to the guest room to have a rest.

There was no rest, for though she was tired, she was not sleepy.

She sat in a reclining chair on the balcony outside the guest room and looked up at the starrless night sky.

The air was cold and cool, but she seemed unconscious.

Or, this feeling of near self abuse can relieve some of the pain and numbness in her nerves.

I don't know how long I've been sitting like this, her cell phone at hand is ringing.

She took a look at the screen.

Wood ink.

Oh, she still forgot to change her notes.

She could not answer, and was not allowed to answer, but the vibration seemed to strike her heart, which made her uncomfortable.

She reached for her hand and refused to answer.

It's clean.

Less than ten seconds later, the phone rang again.

It's still wood ink.

Hang up again.

He still plays.

At first, Chi Huan didn't want to pick it up, but he kept playing and dialing for a whole hour.

At last she gave up and answered the phone.

"You quarreled with me for an hour. What do you want to do?"

"Why live in his home?" the man asked in a hoarse voice

"I'm with him. What's wrong with living in his house? When I was with you, why didn't you ask me why I wanted to live with you?"

"Chi Huan."

"What else?"

Mo's modest voice was tense and sinister, "you are pregnant, you can't sleep with him."