Chapter 550

Chi Huan's expression was stunned for a few minutes. She lowered her eyes and couldn't say what she felt in a moment. She raised her hand and poured herself a glass of wine. She lowered her head and drank it slowly. The mellow red wine drowned the taste buds and had a long aftertaste.

Suddenly she said, "Mo is modest."

"Well?"

"I want to see where you live these years, OK?"

The man looked at her, a little surprised, but still did not hesitate to nod, "naturally."

Her hand held up the glass of red wine and shook it gently. The liquor seemed to smile on her face. "Then you cook for me in the evening. I want to eat Chinese food. I don't think the best Chinese restaurant chefs here can match you."

Mo Shiqian said with a smile, "do you want to see where I live or do you want me to cook for you?"

"Think about it all, can't you?"

"Yes," he said, looking at her slightly pursed red lips, with a low smile, "whatever your majesty says."

She coughed softly, "then you can go back later and ask your servant to prepare the ingredients for the night off."

The man looked at her eyes and the color changed, deep and hot.

Chi Huan guessed what he was thinking and what he wanted to say when he opened his mouth, but he still didn't say anything when he said it. He put down his glass, held his chin, and looked out.

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In the evening, Rolls Royce in the sunset slowly into the milky white luxury villa.

Chi Huan sat on the copilot and glanced casually, "didn't you live in the Lawrence family estate or something?"

She remembered what newspaper she had read about the size of the estate where the Lawrence family lived

"No."

"Oh Is mo Shichen floating or going back alone

The man patiently replied to her, "he's back to the manor and the company, but he's already on the death list. It takes time to deal with his identity."

"How is your relationship with him?"

Mo Shi looked at her modestly and said quietly, "what can I do with him?"

He and Mo Shichen have always been two separate individuals who are related but not familiar with each other.

Oh, for Mo Shichen, he is still the kidnapper who kidnapped his sweetheart.

Chi Huan, "..."

She thought to herself, at least they are brothers. They are the same to each other. Although she doesn't like Lawrence and the Lawrence family, she doesn't have any bad impression on Mo Shichen.

When she got off the bus, she thought it strange He has already mentioned Mo Shichen, and he didn't "by the way" tell her when Mo Shichen can take his place.

Moshiqian opened the passenger's door for her and led her all the way in.

When he arrived in the living room, he took off his suit and hung it on the hanger, looking back at the little woman who was looking around with his eyes open. He smiled with thin lips. "What to drink?"

She blinked. "It's cold. I want hot tea."

The man then rolled up his dark blue shirt sleeve and went into the kitchen to make a pot of new tea for her. After pouring a cup for her, he whispered in the dense fragrance of tea, "I'll cook, and you can play for a while?"

"I'll go around by myself. If there's anything in your villa that can't be seen or accessed, please make it clear first, so as not to offend me."

Mo Shi looked at her for a while with a humble eyes, and the pale tone of the aspect did not change the color replied, "I can enter you, not to mention my place."

Chi Huan, "..."

She looked up at the handsome face, which was still serious, and could not see it for a few seconds. She turned around without expression.

Who in the world enters who?

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She went directly to the second floor, which should be the living room and study.

The second floor is very quiet, the corridor is covered with carpet, and there are framed paintings on the wall. She looks at them one by one, and thinks that this is not a masterpiece of Mohist modesty. He is not such a leisure person.

It was probably made by Tang Tang.

From the time the car drove into the villa, she scanned all the flowers and grass she could see, she felt the trace of the existence of the Begonia.

It's a woman of literature and art who lives at home. The whole villa is full of her style.

Some women are just like this. They look too dim and dull. But when they pass by, even if people are not there, they are not. But they always leave something behind. The real quiet is powerful.

She felt that there was always a point or two that was not very delicious.

Xiatangtang's bedroom has been packed into a hotel style guest room by servants. The room is empty and the bed becomes white and spotless.

Little mango's bed is so much smaller that you can see it at a glance.

In the three bedrooms, the last one she pushed in was moshiqian's bedroom. When the door opened, she was stunned, and then covered half of her face involuntarily, but still couldn't help smiling unexpectedly.This man is really Sullen.

It's boring and coquettish.

The design of the bedroom is very simple. The main color is gray, clean and cold. At a glance, there is almost no superfluous things. Only the huge poster on the wall seems to be out of place, damaging the beauty.

She is the one on the poster.

It should be the photo she once took, but she has taken a lot of photos in recent years. I don't remember when she did it. She took it on the beach by the sea.

The background is the golden light of the sunset. She is wearing a bikini inside and a long shawl like Tulle outside. She is blown by the sea wind. What she grabs is the smile she turns to the camera when stepping on the soft sand barefoot.

Hazy sexy, sweet lazy, but more mysterious and cunning like a cat.

She stood in the room and looked for a long time. At last, she felt very satisfied.

Beautiful.

She was the only one in his bedroom, without any trace of Begonia, which also satisfied her.

Leaving moshiqian's bedroom, she opened the door of his study again.

Quiet, thick and dark.

The bookshelf with books piled up and the dark decoration precipitated a kind of classical solemnity.

Only the two bright red roses on the desk embellish the only color of this space.

Chi Huan slowly walked past, sat down in the black leather rotating chair behind the desk, and imagined him sitting here reading or working. There were two fresh roses in the vase.

Next to the vase, there are several picture frames in order.

It's all her, and it's her only photo.

Stills, portraits, advertisements and life photos are also available.

There is a picture frame. Because of the design, a part of it is expended. A chain is hung on it several times around. A ring is hung on the chain.

Her heart suddenly contracted.

She knew that ring, which he gave her when he proposed to her five years ago.