Chapter 406： Otherwise, we will never finish (2/2)
”When we decided to get married, didn't you prepare a villa as a wedding room ... would you let me stay for a few days?”
”Are you sure you want to do this?”
”Well,” she said lightly, ”I'm too tired and want to rest. If a slashing knife can relieve me, it should be amputation. Otherwise, I think I'm dying.”
I'm dying these words, Chi Huan said lightly.
But Mosey was shocked.
He could see that, of course, he could see that the relationship between her and Mo Shiqian had worn away her former spirit, and even the laughter was indifferent, as if most of her soul had died.
He said, ”Then I'll take you back to Mo's house. The villa has been deserted for a long time and no one cleaned it,” he paused, and added in a low voice. ”My mother hasn't been home for half a month, she went to France Talking about business. ”
”Thank you, excuse me.”
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Chi Huan stayed at Mo's Villa that night.
Moxie asked his maid to clean up the room next to his bedroom, and sent someone to buy some daily necessities. He deliberately made the chef at home make a table according to the taste of Chi Huan. .
She barely ate a small bowl and put aside her chopsticks.
Mosi looked at her sharp chin, ”The grid said that Mo Shiqian's meals are usually at least a bowl of rice. Is it because his craftsmanship is particularly good, or just because he made them, so you like eat?”
”I don't have much mood today, so I don't have any appetite. Maybe it will be natural after a while.”
She is clearly in a bad mood.
After arguing with the man on the set in the evening, she was like a ghost.
After eating and drinking a cup of tea, Chi Huan returned to the guest room to rest.
She didn't rest because she was exhausted, but she didn't sleep.
She was sitting on a lounge chair on the balcony outside the room, looking up at the starless night sky.
The air was cold and cold, but she seemed unconscious.
Or, this feeling of near masochism can relieve some of the pain and numbness in her nerves.
I didn't know how long she had just sat there, and her cell phone on her hand rang.
She glanced at the screen.
Wood ink.
Oh, she still forgot to change the note.
She couldn't answer, and she didn't allow it at first, but the vibration seemed to knock on her heart, making her uncomfortable.
She reached out and refused to answer.
It's clean.
After less than ten seconds, the phone rang again.
Still wood ink.
Chi Huan hangs again.
He still fights.
Chi Huan didn't want to pick up at first, but he kept hitting and hitting, dialing for an entire hour.
Eventually she gave up and answered the phone.
”You quarreled with me for an hour. What do you want to do?”
The man split his head and covered his face and asked dumbly, ”Why live in his house?”
”I'm with him. Is there any problem living in his house? When I was with you, why didn't you ask me why I should live with you?”
”Chi Huan.”
”What else?”
Mo Shiqian's voice was tense and overcast, ”You are pregnant and cannot sleep with him.”