Chapter 433： Chi Huan, havent you been a man for a long time? (2/2)
Perhaps the space in the bedroom is much larger than her in the No. 10 mansion, so it looks simpler and more empty, the color style is also Nordic, simple and light, and there is not a lot of pink girlish feeling.
cloakroom--
Chi Huan's cloakroom is very large, with a variety of clothes, shoes, bags ...
However, his eyes glanced around and did not find anything of a man.
From the bathroom, to the bedroom to the cloakroom to the doorway slippers, in addition to the kitchen to see that it has been used, there is also a very poor level of the table, there is no trace of the presence of men.
Live alone?
When I was about to return to the bedroom, the mobile phone thrown on the coffee table suddenly rang and the screen turned on.
He walked over and looked down, still picking up and answering.
While talking, I lifted my feet and walked towards the balcony.
Chi Huan didn't sleep deep. She woke up a few minutes after the man got out of bed. When he wanted to go out and see if he was gone, he saw that he went to the balcony with a phone.
In the quiet night, she clearly heard the man's voice smiling softly and softly, ”It's so late, why don't you sleep?”
Chi Huan didn't know how to distinguish it, only felt that the gentleness was really gentle, not a kind of tenderness exposed in front of her or in front of other women.
Except for his wife, except for the woman in the pool, except for her ...
He has other women.
Like Yin Chengfeng said, men in this capacity are lovers in groups.
She is not special in this, but she is the old lover of the past, and he was dumped by her, so he wants to come back and trample on her completely.
Chi Huan stood at the door for a while, not knowing what kind of heart he was, he should have turned back to the room to sleep, or let him get out of the way, but he still followed the ghost.
She also didn't wear shoes, and the shoes were under the sofa.
Mo Shiqian put one hand on the balcony railing, and the other hand held the phone.
His voice was faint, but softer, ”Well, I'm not home tonight, and I won't go back. If you're scared, go to your mother or let her tell you a story.”
At the other end of the phone was the young girl's voice, ”Dad ... Mom ... not here.”
”Your mother is not at home?”
”I got up ... want to drink water ... knocked at Mom's door ... Mom wasn't there.”
”She may be asleep, and I will let the maid sister give you water to drink.”
”The maid sister has ... fed me a drink ...” The young girl's voice was small, because the vocabulary was not enough and it was a bit intermittent, grieved, as if to cry, ”Mom is not ... I call She, she won't answer. ”
Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes for a while and didn't speak.
The little girl asked with a little fear and panic, ”Dad ... where did mom go ... did she ...” She sucked her nose, ”I broke the paintbrush today ... Is she angry ... Don't you? ”
He said lightly, ”No, your mother won't want you, obediently, she may have something to go, and will go back tomorrow morning.”
”Dad ...” the little girl was timid and asked carefully, ”I'm afraid ... could you come back ... wait for my mother with me?”
The man lowered his eyes and looked down at the city with little lights.
After a few seconds, he hummed, ”You ask the servant sister to accompany you for a while, and I will come back later.”