Mo Shiqian naturally followed in and closed the door behind him.
He glanced down at the hair dryer still on the table, reached out and picked it up and walked over.
Chi Huan faced the opposite direction to him.
The warm wind blew into her hair and brushed against her scalp.
The bedroom was so quiet that the only sound was the blowing wind.
Chi Huan's face was buried in the pillow and his eyes were closed.
After a while, a man's voice sounded faintly, "Chi Huan, sit up and blow dry your hair."
She didn't open her eyes, and her tone was also very light, "It's done."
Long, well-jointed fingers ran through her hair, "No, I'm going to catch a cold. Get up."
He always seemed to speak in this tone, concisely and concisely.
The air was stagnant for nearly ten seconds, but Chi Huan still sat up.
She lowered her head and rested her chin on her bent knees. Her long hair fell down, covering most of her face. She sat quietly and let him blow.
Mo Shiqian didn't speak, and she even closed her eyes.
The blowing continued for another ten minutes before it stopped, and Chi Huan lay back down again.
The man tidied up briefly, lifted the quilt, returned to the bedroom, and turned off all the lights in the bedroom.
A quiet darkness.
Chi Huan used to sleep alone on a double bed and liked to occupy the middle seat. Even after sleeping with him, he couldn't get rid of this habit. Although Mo Shiqian was not fat, the man's tall figure always occupied space. of.
After a long time, it became her sleeping in the middle and him holding her.
But now, she sleeps on one third of the side of the double bed, leaning sideways toward the window.
Mo Shiqian stretched out his hand, pulled her into the middle, hugged her into his arms, and asked in a normal voice, "Are you getting angry with me again?"? Again
Chi Huan bit her lip, and when he said yes, she seemed unable to refute.
He seemed to have no temper and could control her even when he was unhappy.
But she could only express her temper.
She said nothing.
The man lowered his head and came closer to her, his breath spraying on her neck, "Chi Huan?"
This voice had a somewhat dangerous flavor.
Chi Huan bit her lip and clenched the quilt tightly with her fingers. Feeling suffocated and aggrieved for no reason, she patiently whispered, "I'm sleepy."
In the darkness, the man stepped forward, put his hand across her body, and covered her body with his own. He lowered his head and accurately found her lips in the darkness, and kissed her.
During this period of time, they had become accustomed to being intimate with each other even if they didn't have sex at night.
Chi Huan turned her head and avoided his kiss, and her voice rose a little higher, "Mo Shiqian, I said I'm sleepy and don't want to do it. Don't do it tonight."
In fact, Mo Shiqian didn't have to do it.
Because they just had sex last night.
But she had been in an abnormal mood since dinner time today, and he naturally felt it.
A woman's body is far more honest than a man's. Chi Huan rarely rejected him during this period. Even if he did, it was just a little woman's half-hearted coquettishness.
She pushed his hand but the man easily pressed it onto the pillow.
Chi Huan buried half of his face in the pillow and bit his lip, "I said I didn't want to do it."
The man did not continue to violate her. He just pressed her on his body in this position to prevent her from struggling. "You went to see that investor today. Did he bully you?"
Without light, no one can see anyone's expression.
She closed her eyes, chuckled, and said calmly, "Isn't it normal for someone to want to bully me in my current situation?"
Mo Shiqian frowned and lowered his voice, "Who did you see today?"
After a moment of silence, he said, "No one bullies me."
The man sneered, "Then your face looks like this?"
"In your mind, if I am bullied, I have to anger the whole world?"
"So," he said calmly and in an unclear tone, "you are still getting angry with me."
Chi Huan didn't speak. Although she couldn't see anything, she still closed her eyes.
"Tell me why."
When this man speaks, there can be a thin line between gentleness and indifference.
She could imagine his expression when he said this. It was not impatience, but it was like facing a willful and ignorant child. In fact, he had no patience at all.
"No," she clenched her fingers tightly and said quietly in a low voice, "It's just that the cooperation talks didn't go well. I'm in a bad mood. Mo Shiqian, I'm sleepy and I really don't want to do it."
After nearly ten seconds, the man let out a faint hum, then released his grip on her, got off her body, and lay back in his original position.
He didn't say anything more, or even continued to hold her.
Until the air was so quiet that it seemed like they were all asleep, the woman's low and thin voice suddenly sounded, "Mo Shiqian, don't you like me filming and becoming a star?"
He replied calmly, "No, you can do it if you like."
After three seconds, she said softly.
Just like it...
It's really just her own business.
… …
Chi Huan went to bed early at night, but fell asleep very late. When she woke up the next morning, the man had already gone to work.
After she washed up and changed her clothes, she was about to eat something when she received a call from Bai Lao.
His voice was still vigorous and calm, "Miss Chi, have you thought about it clearly?"
Chi Huan said coldly, "I don't think I promised."
"I thought this matter was of great concern to you."
"Mr. Bai, Miss Bai met Mo Shiqian earlier than me. Mo Shiqian doesn't like her, and he still won't like her without me. Is this interesting to you?"
"I just offered you a deal, Miss Chi. Why do you talk about it as if I did something to hurt you?"
Chi Huan pursed his lips, said nothing, and cut off the call on his cell phone with an expressionless expression.
Before I put my phone down, it vibrated again.
The caller was Sister Yao, "Huanhuan, come to the company immediately, immediately, right now."
Chi Huan was startled and guessed that it was probably a matter of work, "I know, I'll be right over."
An Ke sent her downstairs to the company. On the way, Sister Yao sent another text message asking her to go to a coffee shop near the company.
While she was still looking for a seat, Sister Yao stood up all the way and waved to her.
She thought she was late, so she hurried over in high heels, "Sister Yao..."
Originally she was just panting and looking down at the man sitting opposite Sister Yao, but when she saw clearly the handsome and elegant face opposite, her delicate face was stunned on the spot.
"Pei... Pei Yi."
The man, who was about 26 or 26 years old, was a year or two older than Mo Shiqian. He had the mature temperament of a thirty-year-old man. He looked at her and smiled, "Little girl, what's wrong with your hand?"