Chapter 522

"You can do it, you know it."

Zhu Zhu was worried at first, because she felt that Chi Huan had a little energy in her body. Fortunately, she was not stubborn, or she would have a headache.

On the other hand, she doesn't have to worry too much. In fact, it's hard for those who are too stubborn in this circle to climb the peak of fame and wealth. Chi Huan is neither indifferent nor focused on fame and wealth, and the balance is just everywhere.

Hung up Zhu Zhu's phone pool Huan heard the doorbell.

When she went to open the door, she guessed it was mo Shiqian. As soon as the door opened, it was a handsome man standing outside.

He looked down at her, his eyes clear. "Can you come in?"

Chi Huan smiled, "what if I said I couldn't?"

The man answered her with practical actions. He stepped out and landed on her side with one hand holding things and the other hand around her waist and brought her in.

Enter the door, then close it.

Chi Huan didn't care about his forced entry, but he just turned around and walked into the living room, making a cup of tea for him with the attitude of hospitality, and put it on the tea table with fragrance.

The man will always hold in the hands of things to her, low eyes looking at her white delicate face, micro dumb whisper, "to you."

Red roses, two, simple bundle.

Delicate petals and transparent water drops.

Chi Huan didn't answer, just picked up his eyebrows and looked at him, askew his head and smiled, "only after a long time, do you think clearly?"

The man said peacefully, "don't think about it."

"Oh?"

He held the rose's hand still extended to her, as if she did not pick him up all the time, silent without any sign of shaking, "you go to find a vase to put it in."

After all, Chi Huan reaches for it.

She went straight back to her study. There was an empty vase on the desk. She used to raise flowers, but also roses. After he came to her home with a waist injury, the vase turned into an empty vase that could only be used as decoration.

Mo Shiqian follows her into the study, leaning on the door frame and watching her side face and movements.

After Chi Huan finished making the flowers, she was held by the man.

"Happy."

"Well."

The man's thin lips pressed against her ears, "I love you."

Chi Huan's long curled hair fell down, covering half of her face.

She didn't speak.

His voice is hoarse. "I'm too bad for you."

The breath scratched her ears, which was a little itchy. Chi Huan raised his face and asked with interest, "what are you talking about?"

"I didn't want to hide it from you," he said, mutely

Chi Huan's tone is lighter than his, "I know."

Mo Shiqian's voice is lower again, "I also clearly tell you that little mango is not my daughter, you will be happy."

She just looked at him and waited for his next words.

The man's arm around her side waist side fall on the edge of the desk, her body trapped in this small side of the world, "I don't say, probably because you stay with me, love me, I like this feeling."

It's not dark yet, but the city's bustling lights are on.

Chi Huan looks at this beautiful face, and after a long time, he realizes what he means.

She didn't know whether to be angry or funny.

But the next second, she looked up and smiled.

"Ha Ha ha. "

It's a kind of laughing to hear something particularly funny, but there's really no real smile.

Mo Shiqian tightens his arms and holds her. The tighter he holds her, the thinner his lips are. He silently holds his face against her delicate face and doesn't speak.

"You've got no need to share your dark thoughts with me."

Quiet, he just opened, with a little smile, very shallow, shallow like an illusion, "rather than let you think I don't love you, let you know I am dark."

Chi Huan looked at him for a while and smiled, "Mo Shiqian, your confidence in my love for you is really outrageous."

The man pecked her clean face and whispered, "I can't give you a reason. You want to break up."

Chi Huan wants to look at him with a smile. "Do you think I'm satisfied with your reason?"

He's really honest. He's honest enough.

He didn't tell her, not because he didn't worry about her feelings and ignored her, but because he knew clearly -

just because he knew, he didn't say a word.

He was married, he had a wife, he had a daughter, but she was still willing to be with him and even love him.

This fact makes him feel that she loves him very much.

Chi Huan thinks that this man is a real motherfucker.

She closed her eyes and lost her temper. She looked down at his arm around his waist and said calmly, "you let me go first."When a woman is angry and does not lose her temper, it is often more serious than her temper.

Although no one has ever told Mo Shiqian about it, he still found it in Chi Huan.

His arm left her soft and thin waist, but he built it back to the desk. She was still trapped in his arms. The dark pupils stared at her closely, as if she could not miss any emotional changes on her face.

In fact, she didn't lose her temper and even he didn't realize it.

These thoughts, hidden under the subconscious, he did not deliberately want to enjoy her "performance of love".

Things about Begonia and little mango He has already announced it in a planned way, but this marriage involves the interests of all parties, so it takes time to arrange properly. In this stage of time, he unconsciously chooses to "forget" and "ignore".

Chi Huan reached out to push him away and went to the window.

Asshole.

This bastard.

She was used to it.

He ate her to death.

She adjusted her breath, looked at his tall figure reflected on the glass at the bottom of the night, closed her eyes and said lightly, "there is nothing else you can go back."

He went behind her. "Yes."

Chi Huan ignored her.

"Zhang Yan's movie doesn't suit you. You pushed it."

Dare to let her push the movie.

She will not die.

Chi Huan turns around and is about to speak, but before she can speak, the man begins to speak softly. "The director is good, and the movie is good. Although the part of love can cause criticism, the prospect is good."

She thought that the man had changed his temper and was ready to persuade her. The anger in his heart subsided a lot. As a result, he said quietly, "don't make a good movie because of your personal relationship with me. It's a pity."

The movie was originally made by the cloud sur. It didn't need a word from him to stop shooting. He frowned and immediately shot it to death without flashing water.

Ah, why are you so angry.

She pulled her lips, smiled and stared at him, saying, "Mo Shiqian, get out of my house now."