Chapter 11: Mo Shi humbled at her nakedness

Biquge EbookFREE.me, the fastest update is on the wife: Mo Shao, kiss the latest chapter gently!
After a moment of silence, the other side chuckled, "OK, I see."
Mo Shiqian gave a hum, and even hung up the phone, leaving the phone in front of him.
Chi Huan lived alone, and the white Ferrari stopped downstairs in a high-end apartment.
The woman in the first officer opened her eyes. "Here?"
Mo Shiqian got out of the car and opened the door of the copilot for her.
Seeing that she was slow, she leaned back and stretched out her hands to release her seatbelt without saying a word.
"Mo Shiqian."
Her voice was not as soft as usual, somewhat cold and hoarse.
"Ok?"
"I'm not feeling well. I have no energy."
The man didn't speak, and hugged her straight out of the car, with her knees on top and closing the door.
Chi Huan's forehead rested on his shoulder, and long seaweed-like hair fell and was blown up by the wind.
She whispered his name again, "Mo Shiqian."
"Ok."
"You have handled the matter today, and I don't want to see gossip about it in the media."
"It will be dealt with."
Mo Shiqian hugged her from the parking lot and walked into the apartment.
Chi Huan, smelling the familiar and familiar taste on his body, felt that he was suddenly so weak that he couldn't add any more. "What have you done tonight?"
Her voice was always very low, and she seemed to dissipate in the wind after a word.
A moment later, he responded lightly, "Troubleshoot my fiancee."
She murmured, "You are so nice to your fiancee ..."
When the elevator opened, Chi Huan heard the man say something in a very light tone, "Miss, in fact, you deserve better."
…………
As soon as the door of the apartment opened, Chi Huan took off his clothes as soon as his feet landed, and handed them to the man beside him, "I'll take a shower."
Having said that, she went straight into the bathroom.
Mo Shiqian watched her back disappear into sight, and she also placed the trench coat on the sofa, and turned to go out.
Twist the flower sprinkles, warm water dripping from the top of her head to her toes.
In the mist of water, her delicate face could not find the usual charm, coldness and woodiness.
Chi Huan was dizzy and drowsy. He didn't wash it for a long time. He turned off the shower soon. He wiped his hair and the water on the towel with a towel. When he wanted to get clothes, he found that he hadn't brought in anything, so he pulled off the bath towel. Come out wrapped in your body.
Barely rubbing his hair on the carpet, the whole apartment was quietly approaching death.
After going through tonight, Chi Huan especially rejected this silence.
She pursed her lips and shouted towards the door, "Mo Shiqian."
"Mo Shiqian ..."
She called a few times in a row, and only her own echo was answered, and deeper silence.
have they gone?
She frowned, didn't the man walk to tell her?
Chi Huan's mood of depression was getting lower and lower, she couldn't say at this moment, she hoped that he was beside her, even if she didn't talk, even stay in a room.
She's in the bedroom and he's in the living room outside, just fine.
She didn't have much patience to wipe her hair, she threw the towel onto the bed, and then she took a nightdress out of the cupboard where she was wearing underwear and pajamas.
I glanced at the half-open door and gave up the idea of ​​closing it a second later-
It's her own home. It doesn't matter whether the bedroom door is closed or not. Just close the curtains.
Taking off the bath towel and letting it slide to the carpet, Chi Huan took a step forward with her feet, ready to take her to the nightdress at the end of the bed.
There was a sudden sound at the door.
Chi Huan suddenly realized something, his hands were stiff, or his head turned conditionedly.
Mo Shiqian Qingjun's erect figure stood at the door, her deep and calm eyes narrowed slightly, and stagnated on her body, and the whole person was stiff for a while, without making any response.
Chi Huan looked at him blankly, staring at each other for three seconds.
Suddenly, her nerves suddenly reacted like a fire, blocking her chest with her hands in front, and yelling at him in a panic, "You ... what are you standing there for? Are you ... gone?"
She had a pale and bloodless face in a few seconds, as if the whole body's blood had rushed into her head, and it was about to drip from her face.
Mo Shi modestly looked at her nakedness. Her stiffness was not relieved by half a silk, her lips were slightly stretched, her voice was low and hoarse, "I ... went downstairs and bought some medicine."
As he said this, his eyes spooked her horribly.
Chi Huan stayed for a few more seconds before yelling at him with anxiety, "So you still watch? Get out!"
With a slam, the door was closed vigorously.
The man stepped back and brought the door from the outside.
Chi Huan was shocked again by this voice, standing stupidly.
She was naked, she didn't even wear underwear, except for her long hair, there was no cover in front of him.
Outside the door.
Mo Shi humbled her head, her breathing was disturbed, and her right hand joint holding the doorknob turned white.
He closed his eyes, but the scene he saw just now appeared clearly in his mind.
Chi Huan is very petite. She is a small group in her arms. She has the dual temperament of a girl and a queen in front of the media and outsiders. She is regarded as a sweet queen by the media.
He has seen her looks more than anyone, but he has ignored her looks more than anyone.
Snow-white skin, slender legs, and soft snow on his chest weren't much surging, but ... the shape was good, and he even briefly imagined the feel of the next hand.
Seaweed-like wet hair dangled from the waist and draped over the shoulders.
Like the succubus who was just out of the bath, with moisture and aroma, innocent and full of deadly temptation, looked at him with shocked and dull eyes, awakening the lurking in the deepest part of his body, like a beast.
When the pain was hard under him, he realized what was rolling in his head, lowered his head slightly, and saw the reaction of the crotch.
After closing his eyes, the man's throat knot rolled up and down a few times before he heard a moan from the depths, and cold sweat also came out of his forehead, dripping from the radiant jaw along the bridge of Yingting's nose.
Fifteen minutes later.
Chi Huan was neatly dressed, and still chose to open the bedroom door and walk out.
She wore a long white dress, a gray sweater, a rare and elegant match, and her long black hair was still wet.
As soon as the door opened, she saw the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. The night was filled with darkness. He wondered whether he was watching or watching the night scene.
Biting his lip, Chi Huan was trying to speak, but he heard the moving man just turn around.
Deep and straight eyes fell on her face.
With four eyes facing each other, Chi Huan met his eyes, and the contents of organization and preparation just now became blank again.
Mo Shiqian looked at her, then lowered her head, watching her pair of feet on the carpet, curled toes, bare feet.