Mo Shiqian looks at the boundless sea. The night has come, and the light is dim, which makes the look on his face more and more dark, so that people can't see the content clearly.
He said lightly, "who knows."
After a while, the bodyguard asked tentatively, "if it's really the eldest son You... "
It's not finished, but what's in it is self-evident.
Who is moshchen? He is a well-known heiress of the Lawrence family. From his birth to his accident, no one questioned this point.
To put it bluntly, all that moshiqian has today is to pick him up.
If he suddenly "died and resurrected", what would the Lawrence family think, what would the people of the clod sur think? I don't know that it's OK in Paris. Once I know that, the group that just settled down soon will be in turmoil again.
Although Mr. Mo is now firmly established, and no one can easily shake his position. But for those in power, it is always a trouble for the former leader who should have died unexpectedly to come back.
Of course, if the eldest son is alive, the general purpose of Mo is to make it appear Still want to let him never appear again, they also can't guess.
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Nine p.m.
The sound of the rising and falling waves has never stopped, and Jiangcheng has been covered with lights.
When moshiqian goes back to the hotel and pushes the door to enter, it is quiet and silent inside. Only the warm yellow light is on everywhere. You can walk in with your feet raised. Only one kind of loneliness can hear your breath.
He glanced subconsciously, but did not see the figure of Chi Huan.
In the bedroom.
The next door is closed.
He unconsciously frowned and walked to the center of the living room with long legs. He was about to lift his suitcase beside the sofa to the master bedroom. He was about to turn around when his movements suddenly stopped.
From his standing point of view, he can just see the position of the dining table in the dining room.
At a glance, you can see the table full of dinner.
It's basically complete.
He loosened his suitcase and walked into the restaurant with his feet raised.
Under the light, the knives, forks and cups are clean. Obviously, no one has touched them at all.
Mo Shi's thin lips are pressed into a straight line, and his eyebrows and eyes are also a little gloomy. He turns around and goes out of the restaurant, goes to the second bedroom door, and directly opens the door handle.
Compared with the warm light in the living room, the inside room is dark.
If it wasn't for the light from the living room that he could see the figure of a woman lying on the bed, he might have thought there were no living people in it.
He went to the bed and turned on the light.
She should have taken a bath. She was in a nightdress, lying on her side on a white mattress. She was clean and charming. Her long hair had been untied and seaweed like.
"Chi Huan."
She slept shallow, her head moved, but she didn't wake up.
Mo Shiqian's voice is raised a little, deep and extremely low. In this extremely quiet space, there is a kind of creepy and terrible feeling. "Chi Huan -" Chi Huan is awakened in a moment, and even he doesn't know what the condition is for him to sit up.
It took a while for her to realize where she was. She raised her hand and combed her long hair behind her head. "You're back..."
The man didn't say a word.
Chi Huan looks up at his silent and unhappy appearance, thinking that he is still angry about the afternoon. He doesn't know why he is not willing to take care of her, but why he dug her up from the bed.
Covering half of her face with her hands and adjusting her breathing, she said, "what's the matter?"
"Why don't you have dinner?" he said in a flat voice
"Oh I'm a little tired after coming back, so I went to sleep after taking a bath. "
Man is not warm not fire, "you lie on the beach all afternoon, tired what?"
Chi Huan, "..."
He had been staring at her or sending someone to look at her, but somehow he didn't care if she was still by the sea in a strange city.
"No appetite, no food."
"Get up and eat."
She pursed her lips. "But it's cold now."
Mo Shi frowned modestly, then said, "go to the bathroom to wash your face and wake up. I'll ask someone to change the table."
"No need It's OK not to eat at night, just to lose weight... "
In the voice of the man's slight cold, he sneered, "what else can you lose?"
Thin into a bone, good to mention weight loss.
Chi Huan looked at him and thought that she was disobedient to him. He thought his anger was stronger than before, so he lifted the quilt and got out of bed. "Just order something, please. Don't worry too much."
Mo Shiqian ignores her, turns around and goes straight out.
Chi Huan took a simple wash in the bathroom and put a shawl on her shoulder, so she went out.
The man also didn't return to his master bedroom, just dial the phone is still on the coffee table, the handsome face is cold and hard, the aura is gloomy, people sit in the sofa, half closed eyes like in the closed eyes.She broke the silence with an active voice. "Have you had dinner?"
He didn't listen to her like he didn't hear her.
Another minute later, the woman whispered again, "Mo Shiqian, let's talk."
He still didn't respond, but Chi Huan knew he had heard.
Her voice is quiet and lonely. "I called the fashion this afternoon, and he said, if I don't plan to go to the end with you Don't provoke you or delay myself. "
Finally, he opened his eyes and stared at her white and delicate face.
Chi Huan looked at him. He got up from the sofa and walked to him.
The huge presidential suite, they can hear each other's breathing quietly.
She slowly bent down, opened her arms around his neck, pasted her delicate face on his face, and said low, "ink is modest, I don't know what you think If you want to keep listening, hug me. "
Her pajamas are very thin, and her body is extremely soft. Her body is clean and fragrant after bathing.
Together, it's all fascinating.
When ink, he looks at the big vase standing beside the TV in the distance. His eyes are so deep that they seem to be able to drip ink.
He raised his arm, put her body into his arms, and out of control, as if to inlay her. The voice that fell on her ear was light hoarse, "what else did he tell you?"
"Can you answer me a question?"
He hooked his lips and smiled, with a sparse smile. "I thought you had something to say to me, but now you haven't said anything, just ask me first?"
"You didn't care about my naked picture before. Why did I come to you later, and you agreed?"
"Isn't a billion a reason enough?"
"Enough, but that's not the reason."