Chapter 550: Affection and miss never tell people

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Chi Huan's expression froze a bit, her eyes lowered, and she couldn't tell what it felt like. She raised her hand and poured herself a glass of wine, drank slowly and drunk. The mellow red wine drowned the taste buds, and the aftertaste was long. .
She suddenly said, "Mo Shiqian."
"Ok?"
"I want to see where you live over the years, will you?"
The man looked at her with a little surprise, but nodded without hesitation, "Naturally."
She held up the glass of red wine and shook it gently. The liquor looked like a chuckle on her face. "Then you cook for me at night, I want to eat Chinese food, I see this The skill of the best Chinese restaurant chef can't reach you. "
Mo Shiqian said with a smile, "In the end, do you want to go and see where I live, or do you want me to cook for you?"
"Everybody thought, wouldn't it?"
"Okay," he said, looking at her slightly pursed lips, and laughed lowly. "His Royal Highness can say anything."
She gave a small cough. "Then go back and ask your servant to prepare the ingredients, and then go on vacation at night."
The man's eyes changed when he looked at her, becoming deep and hot.
Chi Huan guessed what he was thinking, what he wanted to say, but he didn't say anything to his mouth. He lowered the wine glass, propped his chin, and looked away.
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In the evening, Rolls Royce slowly drove into the milky luxury villa in the setting sun.
Sitting on the co-pilot, Chi Huan glanced casually, "Don't you live in the estate of the Lawrence family or something?"
She remembered in which newspaper she had read how much the estate occupied by the Lawrence family ...
"No."
"Oh ... is Mo Shichen still floating alone or going back?"
The man answered her patiently, "He returned to the manor house and also returned to the company, but he has been listed on the death list and needs some time to deal with his identity."
"How is your relationship with him?"
Mo Shiqian looked at her, and said calmly, "What can I have to do with him?"
He and Mo Shichen have always been two separate individuals who have no blood relationship but are not familiar with each other.
Oh, for Mo Shichen, he still kidnapped his sweetheart.
Chi Huan, "..."
She secretly confided that she was a brother, and the two were really the same to each other. Although she did not like Lawrence and the Lawrence family, she had no bad impression on Mo Shichen.
When she got out of the car, she felt weird ... that Mo Shichen had already been mentioned, and he did not "by the way" tell her when Mo Shichen could take his place.
Mo Shiqian opened the copilot's door for her, and led her all the way in.
In the living room, while slowly taking off his suit and hanging it on a hanger, he looked back at the little woman who was looking around with her eyes open and smirked with thin lips, "What to drink?"
She blinked. "It's cold, and I want to drink hot tea."
The man hummed, rolled up the dark blue shirt sleeves on his body, and turned into the kitchen to make a pot of new tea for her. After pouring a cup for her, he whispered in the tea fragrance, "I'll do it Rice, do you play for yourself? "
"I just wander around by myself. Is there anything in your villa where you can't see people or can't be entered, make it clear first, lest I offend."
Mo Shiqian looked down at her for a while, and said quietly without changing the color, "I can enter both of you, not to mention my place."
Chi Huan, "..."
She looked up at this handsome face, who looked so serious that she could not see the hooligan for a few seconds, and turned blankly.
Who entered 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 hallway is carpeted, and there are framed paintings hanging on the walls. She glanced at them one by one, thinking that this should not be Mo Shiqian's masterpiece. He is not like a leisurely person.
Probably Tangtang made it.
From the moment she drove into the villa, she swept through all the flowers and plants that she could see, and she felt the traces of Xia Tangtang's existence.
It was a literary and homely woman, and the whole villa was looming in her style.
This is the case for some women. It looks too dim and indifferent, but after passing by, even if people are not there, things are no longer there, but they always leave something indistinct, and the true quiet is powerful.
She felt that there was always such a point or two that wasn't very tasty.
Xia Tangtang's bedroom was cleaned up by a servant into a hotel-style room. The room was empty and the mattresses were white and spotless.
In the case of Little Mango, her beds are much smaller and can be seen at a glance.
In the three bedrooms, she finally pushed in. It was Mo Shiqian's bedroom. When the door opened, she stunned, and then involuntarily covered her half of her face, but still couldn't cover the unexpected laugh.
This man is really ... boring.
It's boring.
The design of the bedroom is very simple. The main color is gray, clean and deserted. At first glance, there is almost nothing superfluous. Only the huge poster on the wall looks out of place and destroys the beauty.
The person on the poster is naturally her.
It should be a photo shoot she once took, but she has taken a lot of photos over the years. I don't remember when it was taken on the beach near the sea.
The background is the golden light when the sunset is down. She is wearing a bikini inside, a long tulle-like shawl outside, blown by the sea breeze, and catching her barefoot on the soft sand and turning her head back to the camera. laugh.
Hazy sexy, sweet lazy, but more mysterious and cunning like a cat.
She stood in the room for a long time, and was finally satisfied.
Beautiful.
There was only her in his bedroom, and there was no trace of Xia Tangtang, which also made her very satisfied.
Leaving Mo Shiqian's bedroom, she pushed open the door of his study.
Quiet and dim.
Stacked bookshelves, dark decoration, and a classic sense of solemnity.
Only the two red roses on the desk embellish the unique color of the space.
Chi Huan slowly walked over and sat down in the black leather swivel chair behind the desk, imagining that he was sitting there reading or working, and two fresh roses were inserted into the vase.
Next to the vase, there are several frames arranged in an orderly manner.
It's all her, and it's her sole photo.
Stills, photos, commercials, and life photos are also available.
There is a photo frame, because of the design, a piece of it was spent on it, a chain was hung on the ring several times, and a ring was hung on the chain.
Her heart suddenly flinched.
The ring she knew was the ring he gave her when he proposed to her five years ago.