Chapter 248: Chi Huan, who are you holding?

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"Oh, I came to the cast to make a guest appearance in the afternoon. I just finished and am going home."
The phone side was silent for a few seconds, and the man said unusually, "I'll send An Ke an address and let her take you there and eat out tonight."
For this, Chi Huan has no opinion. "Okay."
"see you later."
"Bye."
Put the phone back in the bag and wait for Chi Huan to walk to the side of Ferrari. An Ke has already opened the door first.
"He told me, go."
Chi Huan stooped into the car, Anke also returned to the driver's seat, and the white Ferrari started back.
It was not dark, and the snow had not melted.
An Ke glanced at the woman sitting in the back seat from the rearview mirror and suddenly said, "Ms. Chi seems to be in a good mood today."
She froze and blinked, "Are you there?"
An Ke nodded. "It should be the best day since your father died."
Chi Huan pursed his lips, smiled, and didn't speak.
This is probably true.
Because of her father's death before, although she chose to continue with Mo Shiqian, there was always a thorn in her heart.
Later, because of Beth's affairs, she became even more depressed.
Waking up this morning, I felt like I finally cleared the clouds.
The car drove all the way to the valley house near 1999.
Chi Huan said to An Ke while pushing the door of the car. "I'll go back with him later, you don't have to wait for me."
An Ke nodded. "Okay, Miss Chi, you need to call me."
After getting out of the car, a gust of cold wind blew over, and she shrank her shoulders, folded her scarf, and was about to walk inside. The light in the corner of her eyes inadvertently caught a shadow.
She is long and straight, wearing a valuable black dress, and the same black coat on the outside. She should just get off the car, hold her mobile phone in her hand, and slightly lower her head. Whom she should be calling.
Looking from the perspective of Chi Huan, only his side face can be seen, Ying Ting is perfect.
The man answered the phone and walked into the valley house.
She immediately waved and shouted, "Mo Shiqian."
The man may be listening to the phone and didn't notice that his long legs are moving steadily.
Chi Huan stepped on high heels, speeded up and caught up, hugged the man's arm directly from behind, and complained, "I call you, how can you ignore me ..."
It was probably because of being suddenly hugged, the man stopped and looked down at the girl who didn't know where it came from.
Chi Huan's voice stopped abruptly, and when she saw the face of the man she was holding, she paused for a moment.
Before she could withdraw her hand, the voice of a man who was extremely gloomy sounded behind him, "Chi Huan, who are you holding?"
Mo Shiqian was almost Tie Qing's face, and the anger on his face was more clear than ever. No one could see that he was in a state of anger.
As soon as he saw it from the car, he found that Chi Huan was chasing a man--
He could see her back at a glance, whether it was a bloated down jacket or not.
Then, before he could follow, he saw with her own eyes the man she was chasing.
The anger in my heart was almost instantly burnt into the air like Ebara.
When Chi Huan heard this voice, he immediately wanted to release his hand, but a sudden pain came on his wrist.
She turned and looked up at the man's dark eyes.
Su Lai's deep and indifferent eyes were clusters of faint blue flames at this time, staring at her as if to burn her, and every line of the outline was tight, showing his anger and patience at this time.
Chi Huan has never seen him look so angry.
To be precise, she rarely sees him angry.
This was almost the first time, especially against her anger.
Her heart contracted violently, and she rushed into his arms.
Her wrist was still pinched by him, and she felt a dull pain.
She raised her head in his arms, a little embarrassed, and a little grieved, "Did I recognize the wrong person ..."
Mo Shiqian looked at her like this, a face was so expressionless, so gloomy as if dripping water.
But she still let go of her wrists and embraced her with one hand, then raised her head and looked at the man standing in front of him, almost the same height as him.
Four eyes oppose each other.
Undercurrents flowed through both eyes at the same time.
Chi Huan feels that although she misidentified her boyfriend, but ... they are really like ...
They are all about 1.87 meters tall, all of them are of standard male models, and they are all expensive and elegant formal coats.
And ... it's all black.
The same high-altitude cold-toned gas field.
The more important and most important point is that their side faces—
Almost exactly the same.
Of course, if you look right, you won't get confused.
Mo Shiqian took the lead in gently retreating, and the woman holding her arms was about to go inside.
The moment the two figures strayed and went out of fashion, another man opened his mouth with a smile and smiled, "I asked the secretary to ask you. The reply was empty for me. Are you ... busy?"
Mo Shi humbled his footsteps and said lightly, "I have a woman to accompany, of course I am busy."
Chi Huan, "..."
The man glanced down at Yan Chihuan gently, with a playful smile on his lips, "The woman who passed the ambiguous gossip with the filmmaker on the front heel and the boyfriend on the back foot?"
Chi Huan pursed his lips and looked at him unhappy.
What instigates alienation?
Mo Shiqian's hand on Chi Huan's waist clenched tightly, but he sneered between his thin lips, saying calmly, "Your wife who tried everything to climb out of the wall to divorce you, is not Is your wife? "
The man's face changed slightly and sank.
Although Chi Huan could not accurately understand the dialogue between them, he still clearly smelled some invisible smoke.
Mo Shiqian took her in.
This time, the man did not stop.
Chi Huan's hand was held in the palm of a man.
He didn't say a word, didn't even look at her, let alone talk to her with her head down.
She looked at her secretly, and found that the lines of his jaw were tight and indifferent.
She pursed her lips, rubbed her arm with her head, and looked at him, "Are you angry?"
The man ignored her, and said directly to the greeted waiter, "Box."
"Okay, sir, please here."
Until she sat in the box, Mo Shiqian ignored her, talked, or looked at her squarely.
He looked down the menu, his face still cold and smelly.
She put her face back and called out a coquettish tone, "I'm sorry ... you are really a bit like you, I thought it was you ... I promise, I won't admit wrong again next time, don't get angry. "
The man's long fingers turned the menu when she didn't exist.