"Oh, I came to the set to play a guest role in the afternoon. I just finished and am ready to go home."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and the man said in a normal tone, "I'll send Anke the address and ask her to send you there. Let's eat out tonight."
Chi Huan had no objection to this, "Okay."
"see you later."
"Bye-Bye."
Putting the phone back into the bag, when Chi Huan walked to the side of the Ferrari, An Ke had already opened the car door first, "Ms. Chi, Mr. Mo asked me to take you to a restaurant near 1999."
"He told me to go ahead."
Chi Huan bent over and got into the car, An Ke also returned to the driver's seat, and the white Ferrari started in reverse.
It's not dark yet and the snow hasn't melted yet.
An Ke glanced at the woman sitting in the back seat in the rearview mirror and suddenly said, "Miss Chi seems to be in a good mood today."
She was startled and blinked, "Is there any?"
An Ke nodded, "This should be the best day since your father passed away."
Chi Huan pursed his lips when he heard this, smiled, and said nothing.
That's probably true.
Because of her father's death, although she chose to stay with Mo Shiqian, there was always a thorn in her heart.
Later, because of Beth's incident, she became even more depressed.
When I woke up this morning, I felt like the clouds had finally cleared.
The car drove all the way to the valley house near 1999.
Chi Huan pushed the car door open and said to An Ke, "I'll go back with him later. You don't have to wait for me." An Ke nodded, "Okay, Miss Chi, please call me if you need to."
After getting off the car, a biting cold wind blew over her. She shrank her shoulders, gathered her scarf, and was about to walk inside when she accidentally caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye.
He was tall and tall, wearing a valuable black formal suit with a black coat on top. He must have just gotten off the car. He had a mobile phone in his hand and his head was slightly lowered. He must be talking to someone on the phone.
Looking from Chi Huan's point of view, he could only see his profile, which looked perfect.
The man answered the phone and walked into the barn.
She immediately waved and shouted, "Mo Shiqian."
The man was probably listening to the phone and didn't notice that the long legs were walking very steadily.
Chi Huan stepped on her high heels and sped up her pace to catch up. She hugged the man's arm from behind and complained, "I called you, but you ignored me..."
Probably because he was suddenly hugged, the man stopped and looked down at the girl who appeared out of nowhere.
Chi Huan's voice stopped suddenly, and when she saw the face of the man she was holding, she was stunned for a moment.
Before she could take back her hand, an extremely gloomy man's voice sounded behind her, "Chi Huan, who are you holding?"
Mo Shiqian's face was almost ashen, and the anger on his face was clearer than ever before. Anyone could see that he was angry.
As soon as he saw it from the car, he found Chi Huan chasing a man—
He could see her back at a glance, whether she was wearing a bloated down jacket or not wearing a single hair.
Then, before he could follow him, he saw her hugging the man she was chasing.
The anger in his heart almost immediately burned like a prairie fire.
When Chi Huan heard the voice, he immediately wanted to let go of his hand, but a sharp pain hit his wrist.
She turned around and looked up into the man's dark eyes.
Su Lai's deep and calm eyes were now clusters of blue flames, staring at her as if they were going to burn her. Every line of his outline was tight, showing his anger and patience at this time.
Chi Huan had never seen him look so angry.
To be precise, she rarely saw him angry.
Especially the anger directed at her, this was almost the first time.
Her heart contracted violently, and she threw herself into his arms without thinking.
Her wrist was still pinched by him, causing waves of dull pain.
She raised her head in his arms and said a little embarrassedly, but also a little aggrievedly, "I recognized the wrong person..."
When Mo Shiqian looked at her like this, her face was even more expressionless, as gloomy as if it was about to drip.
But he still let go of her wrist and hugged her with one hand. Then he raised his head and looked at the man standing in front of him, who was about the same height as him.
Their four eyes faced each other, and they were all startled.
There was an undercurrent rushing through both pairs of eyes at the same time.
Chi Huan felt that although it was wrong for her to admit that her boyfriend was wrong, but... they were really similar...
They are all about 1.87 meters tall, they all have the standard figure of a male model, and they all wear expensive and elegant formal coats.
And... they're all black.
The same aloof and cold-toned aura.
The more important and crucial point is that their profile—
Almost exactly the same.
Of course, if you look at the face, there will be no confusion at all.
Mo Shiqian was the first to look away calmly, holding the woman in his arms and heading inside.
The moment the two figures passed by each other, another man spoke softly with a half-smile, "I asked the secretary to make an appointment with you, and the person who wrote back to me said he was unavailable. Are you... busy?"
Mo Shiqian stopped and said calmly, "I have a woman to accompany me, so of course I'm busy."
Chi Huan, "..."
The man lowered his eyes and glanced at Chi Huan gently, with a playful smile on his lips, "A woman who is rumored to be having an affair with the actor, but then hugs the wrong boyfriend?"
Chi Huan pursed her lips and looked at him unhappily.
What are you trying to sow discord with
Mo Shiqian's hand on Chi Huan's waist tightened quietly, but a sneer broke out from his thin lips, and he said calmly, "Your wife, who tried every means to climb out of the wall in order to divorce you, is not now Are you a wife?"
The man's expression changed slightly and sank.
Although Chi Huan failed to accurately understand the conversation between them, he could still clearly smell some invisible smoke.
Mo Shiqian led her in.
This time, the man didn't stop.
Chi Huan's hand was held in the man's big palm.
He said nothing and didn't even look at her, let alone lower his head to talk to her.
She turned her head and looked at her secretly, and found that the line of his jaw was very tight and cold.
She pursed her lips, rubbed her head against his arm, and looked at him eagerly, "Are you angry?"
The man ignored her and said directly to the waiter who came over, "Private room."
"Okay, sir, madam, please come this way."
Until he sat down in the box, Mo Shiqian didn't pay attention to her, speak to her, or even look at her.
He lowered his head to flip through the menu, his face still cold and smelly.
She leaned her face closer and said in a coquettish tone, "I'm sorry... you guys are really similar, so I thought it was you... I promise, I won't admit my mistake next time, don't be angry."
The man's slender fingers flipped through the menu as if she didn't exist.