Chapter 490

"Children..."

When she mentioned these two words, her heart was still pounded by dull pain. People are creatures seeking benefits and avoiding harm. She seldom thought about Mo Shiqian these years. Besides, the child suddenly mentioned that her throat seemed to be choked.

Chi Huan bit his lips, and after a long time, he recovered his breath. "It's my fault that I didn't save the baby..."

A man jumps out of his teeth and says, "keep it?"

"I didn't know I was pregnant at that time I really didn't want to take him off, "she said slowly, as if every word was difficult." at that time, Lawrence forced me to break up with you Let me lie to you that I'm pregnant, and then let you think I beat the baby I don't want to do that, and then check out the pregnancy I always thought it was his hand and foot, so I always told you that I was not pregnant. "

She lowered her head, in the warm and dim light, under the sound of her slow deliberation, the woman in this picture seemed to drop big tears at any time, falling on the back of her hand holding his clothes.

In fact, when Mo Shiqian looked down at her, he always thought there would be tears.

That should be more appropriate.

But never.

There was no drop of water, and her voice did not choke.

"That's what you told me five years ago," moshiqian said

"Mrs. Mo asked the servant to prescribe abortion medicine in breakfast. I only knew when she had abdominal pain I'm really pregnant. Lawrence called me afterwards I didn't ask for it, and I didn't know it before. "

Outside is the sound of waves that never seem to stop.

There is no dead silence in the room.

Chi huansong hands, said the last sentence, "I can't let you believe, believe or not are your choice."

"Chi Huan, you should know that no one can prove what you said."

Lawrence is dead.

Mrs. mo She will never admit the obvious opinion of telling moshiqian what the consequences were for his children's drug flow.

As for others For example, Moxi is not involved, but also has emotional tendencies and factors, so he has no decisive persuasive power - if he has to ask for some iron like human evidence and material evidence.

Besides, it's been five years.

"Yes, I may not be able to prove it."

In fact, if it's really necessary for her to prove it, it's not true that there is no way, such as Muxi

Although she has already deleted the video, and Lawrence won't stay there, most of the things Muxi has experienced are clear to her, but such a confrontation is meaningless.

"Why didn't you say it at the beginning? You didn't mean it when I was leaving."

She pulled her lips. "You're married. It's not interesting to say that."

"Interesting now?"

Chi Huan was silent for a while and said, "Tang Tang let me fight for it."

When inking, his eyes are so modest and deep that they can drip ink. The lines of his jaw are tight and his breath is heavy. The air pressure in the whole living room is heavy.

The doorbell rang just in time, interrupting the stillness.

Mo Shiqian looks at her shoulder and chest skin exposed in the air. What she said can't be exposed is not exposed, but the undulation under the clavicle is faint.

Reaching for her shawl, she picked it up and put it back on the sofa. Then she opened the door without saying a word.

Outside is the waiter of the hotel. "Mr. Mo, your new dinner."

The man said indifferently, "well, change the table." As like as two peas, the

waiter pushed the dining car in, and his hands and feet were skilful and skillfully replaced the cold dishes, and changed to a table that had just been done, and the same rich dinner.

"Please take your time."

After waiting for the waiter to go out, Mo Shiqian stood there across a tea table and copied into the trouser pocket of the trousers, "go to eat."

Chi Huan looks up at him. "Aren't you going to say something?"

"Say what?"

She frowned. "Whatever."

He said faintly, "it's not you. Is there still time?"

After looking at him for a while, Chi Huan raised his hand to gather the shawl on his shoulder, and started to walk towards the restaurant.

Just after sitting down, I found that the man followed her and sat down opposite her.

She picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of steak and fed it to her mouth. When she chewed it slowly, she found that he was staring at her in the light for a moment. This unexpected discovery almost choked her and coughed for a while before slowing down.

Mo Shiqian just frowned at her.

Chi Huan took a sip of the red wine and thought the atmosphere was really weird. He asked the question that he had asked before but didn't get the answer, "have you eaten it?"

"No."

“……”

So she said, "you can eat it together."He said in a normal voice, "just for one person."

Chi Huan, "..."

as like as two peas, she didn't understand his brain circuit. What did she do? Why did she not order more?

"Then you can have another one sent."

"I don't eat."

Chi Huan, "..."

Why follow her to the restaurant if you don't want to eat, and stare at her?

It doesn't matter if it's normal. After what happened just now, doesn't he feel embarrassed to get along like this?

Chi Huan really didn't understand his intention, and he couldn't understand his mind. He looked down at the food on the table, put down his knife and fork, and chose one that he usually liked to eat and moved it to him. "Then you can eat with me. I can't eat so much, and it's too late now. Eating too much is not good for your stomach."

Mo Shiqian looks at the foie gras picked out by her eyes, and, with a sound, accepts her proposal.

In fact, a person can't eat all the dishes, and there are spare dishes.

During the whole meal, Chi Huan didn't raise his head. He ate quietly with his head down. He ate slowly and didn't eat much. There was no communication during the whole meal.

Usually men eat fast, but this time I don't know who is faster than usual, or who deliberately slowed down. After Chi Huan finished eating, the man was still eating gracefully and slowly.

"I went back to my room to sleep."

Mo Shiqian didn't look up and said in a low voice, "it's easy to accumulate food just after eating, which is not good for the body."

"Then I'll go to the balcony and blow at the wind station."

"Well."

Chihuan stood up, her feet on the hotel slippers, very light, leaving the table and chair almost no movement.

When the sound of her footsteps disappeared, the dining action of the man in the restaurant stopped. A few seconds later, he put down his knife and fork, raised his hand and poured a glass of red wine, and lifted the high foot glass to his lips.

He closed his eyes, the mellow wine flowed through his throat, and her appearance on the sofa just came to mind.