Chapter 392:

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"You ... who are you?"
The security of the No. 10 mansion may have been changed, otherwise he should have known Mo Shiqian.
He had just forcibly brought down two security guards.
About seeing Mo Shiqian met with Chi Huan, several people looked at each other, and finally one of them asked carefully, "Miss Chi, is he ... your friend?"
Chi Huan glanced at the security guards, and looked at the man in front of him, and pursed his lips softly, "Well, it's someone I know. It should not be a dangerous person, and he was seriously injured some time ago. Go back. Right. "
Not a dangerous person?
Was he seriously injured some time ago?
Who brought down two people without saying a word?
However, Chi Huan is a resident here. They know that, plus she is a big star, she is naturally persuasive.
Several people left with truncheons.
It is already a little late at night, and naturally no one will pass by even at the elevator door, only Chi Huan and Mo Shiqian will stand face to face.
Mo Shiqian always looked at her. When she was talking to the security guards just now, his eyes fell quietly on her face, and he never left. "What is it to buy so late?"
The renewed sight turned from the security guard back to his face, but quickly retracted, unconsciously taking a step back to widen the distance between them, the voice faded carelessly, and for a reason he casually talked. "I have advanced my menstrual period. There is no tampon at home, so go buy it."
After a few seconds, the man gave a slight hum.
Chi Huan was oppressed by his eyes and aura. He had no ability to think, and had no thoughts to ask him why he appeared here—
Not to mention the obvious answer.
"I went back, you go back to the hospital."
After turning, she turned around and reached for the elevator.
But the elevator didn't come down and the door didn't open, so she could only stand there and wait.
The man's voice seemed extraordinarily cool at night. "Don't you want to buy sanitary napkins, you don't need to meet me, or let me buy them for you?"
Chi Huan bit her lip and lied about it, and now she can't round it up casually.
Mo Shiqian looked at her back, "Let's go."
Chi Huan had no choice but to turn around and walk out.
The man stood still, and when she was ahead, he took a step and followed her.
The two walked weirdly on the cobbled road.
Chi Huan didn't look back, but felt that he felt his existence more clearly than looking back, like every nerve in the whole body was watching him, unable to control himself.
The body warmed up and weighed a little.
She looked down, and a black coat was passed onto her from behind.
She stopped and tried to take it off and give it back to him, but the man raised his hand and said, "Wear."
Chi Huan frowned, "I don't need to."
Mo Shi gave her a faint glance at her, and said faintly, "I don't care if I am dead or disabled. You blow me a cold wind."
She froze her fingers and ended up saying nothing, turning and moving on.
But this time the pace has accelerated.
But she was stepping on high heels. She was getting a call from Liang Manyue when she was about to change shoes, so she was wearing high heels that were more than ten centimeters high during the show.
The cobblestones were dark and she was anxious and absent-minded.
With a crooked foot, she screamed low, and the whole person fell to one side.
The powerful arms circled her waist and legs quasi-steadily, and the indifferent voice of the man above her head rang. "Just think that I'm on the same road with you, this road is not long, you don't need to panic. I stomped myself. "
By the time the words were finished, the man had also retracted his hand, "Are you hurting your foot?"
Chi Huan quickly pushed him away and stood still.
"I'm fine."
She took a deep breath, then turned and went on.
In addition to the pace is still a bit anxious, from the back it seems that nothing unusual.
There is a 24-hour convenience store next to the neighborhood, but at the end of the street.
Mo Shiqian followed her without a word.
Stop outside the convenience store, wait for her to buy out, then follow her all the way back to the gate of the neighborhood.
Chi Huan did not speak to expel him, because she never looked back at him again.
At the door, she took off her overcoat and handed it to him, and she was very ruthless in the cold and quiet night, "Mo Shiqian, don't come to me again."
The man reached out to pick up his clothes and paused in the air.
She bowed her head, looked up at him, and pulled her red lips to reveal a smileless arc of temperature. "When you are rich and powerful, you are not willing to break up with me, and now you can't hold me back, peeping at me like a follower ... … You might as well find a way to get up from the hospital bed and earn back the power you lost. I have no love, you have no money, what do we live on? "
The delicate white face was beautifully frivolous under the rendering of the expression at this time, superficial but strangely captivating.
After all, Mo Shiqian's handsome face changed a little bit. The lines of his lower jaw tightened silently and his thin lips became a straight line, especially the dark pupils, and finally tightened to the extreme.
He spoke again, his depressed voice still very weak, and the words were slowly slowing down, like spitting out from the throat, "So you are with them for money or for love?"
"You can do it for money or for love, but you don't have either."
He asked softly again, "What if I have money?"
Chi Huan froze, and the look on his face was briefly frozen.
But after a few seconds, she slowly slowed down and turned to laugh again, "When you have enough money to stand in front of me and say this, come and ask me."
Her hair was blown to her face again.
"But you can't wait for me?"
Mo Shiqian seems to be used to speaking a question in the tone of the statement, and so is this sentence.
"Why should I wait for you, Mo Shiqian, there is a reason for a woman to wait for a man. Do you have this reason?"
The man's eyes stared at her, he said slowly and slowly, "I love you more than they do. You give me time, and I will have more money than them."
Chi Huan lowered her head, so her long hair dropped down, covering her face.
She blinked hard, forcing the tears in her eyes back.
Then turned around and walked inside the gate.
"No, nothing, I don't love you, and I won't wait for you."
The long hair and her voice were blown away by the wind.
A scent of hair still flared across his face, and the black coat fell to the ground.