Chi Huan naturally understood what this meant.
For such a thing, she could neither do anything nor give any strong suggestions. After sighing in her heart, she leaned over to pick up the teacup and held it in her hand.
Not long after, Mo Shiqian came back.
His expression was very pale, and apart from being a little tired and depressed, no other emotions could be seen from his body.
When he entered, Chi Huan walked over with a cup of hot tea and put it into his hand. He said in a soft voice, "It's cold outside. Please drink something hot."
The man glanced at her...
However, we haven't seen each other for less than a night and a day, but it feels like we have been apart for a long time.
Mo Shiqian took the still steaming tea with one hand, and held the hand she handed the quilt to with the other hand, holding the weak and boneless little hand in his palm.
Although he could barely get down to the ground, he still used a wheelchair to recover from his wounds.
Chi Huan took the cup from his hand and said, "Let's go eat. I'll wait for you to come back when I'm ready."
"good."
Mo Shiqian held her hand with no intention of letting go. Chi Huan did not force it out, but handed the cup to Feng Xing who stood up.
Feng Xing glanced at her, then at Mo Shiqian, and sneered from his throat, but still took the cup.
The three of them sat down in the restaurant one by one.
While they were talking, Chi Huan had no intention of interrupting. He just picked up a spoon and quietly filled the man with a bowl of bone soup specially made in the kitchen, saying it was good for healing wounds.
Feng Xing picked up the chopsticks and glanced at the dishes on the table.
Finally, he squinted his eyes and finally landed on the green vegetables closest to him. He commented with a half-smile, "Why do your chefs seem to have different levels of skill?"
Mo Shiqian originally looked down at the woman beside him who was serving him soup ladle after ladle. After hearing this, he raised his head and followed his gaze.
A table of dishes prepared by a five-star chef is mixed with one or two dishes of novice creations, which can be seen almost at a glance.
Chi Huan put the soup in the man's hand, raised her head and met his dark eyes, which were as deep as if she wanted to suck her in. He said in a low voice, "Are you still cooking?"
She was a little embarrassed by his look, "Well... I practice my cooking skills when I have nothing to do. I only made two things."
Mo Shiqian's eyes fell on her fingers, "The band-aid on your hand was cut by a kitchen knife?"
She had a Band-Aid on her left index finger.
He noticed her the first thing he saw when he came in.
"It's okay, it's just a little bit broken, and Mother Li insisted on patching it up for me."
The man hummed, raised his hand, and brought the two plates of vegetables that looked relatively ordinary from Feng Xing's front to his own. He said calmly, "Next time you want to practice, ask them to cut the vegetables. You can Just stir-fry whatever you want."
Isn't that just playing house...
Feng Xing glanced at them, and while serving the soup, he said in a medium-not-salty way, "If you stir-fry it casually, your hands will be splashed with oil stars. No matter how stupid you are, you can order the kitchen."
Chi Huan, "..."
Mo Shiqian looked down at Chi Huan and said after a few seconds, "So, you'd better not go into the kitchen. The oven may be safer. If you're fine, just learn to make cakes."
Chi Huan, "..."
She raised her face and looked at him with some traces of displeasure in her eyes.
Finally, she lowered her head, picked up her chopsticks to eat the rice, and said muffledly.
Mo Shiqian could see that she was unhappy, but he didn't know what she was unhappy about -
Going into the kitchen to cook has never been something she likes to do, or even something she despises
Feng Xing drank the soup, looked at them lazily, and said casually, "Don't you know that women need praise, especially since she clearly cares about you and wants to do something for you."
Chi Huan, "..."
She raised her head and glared at him, "Eat."
Being poked, he became angry.
Feng Xing smiled, not bothering to expose her.
Chi Huan was about to lower his head and continue eating when a man's aura suddenly enveloped him.
She tilted her head, and soft lips fell on her face.
Mo Shiqian raised his hand and touched her head with an intimate gesture, and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear, "I will make it up to you after a while."
The unhappiness in her heart dissipated a lot, and she smiled up at him, "Then you eat more of what I cooked."
He held her lips and smiled slightly.
During the meal, we naturally talked about Mu Xi, because that was why we came here in the first place.
Feng Xing didn't reveal anything on his face, but asked with a normal look, "What are your plans?"
The man said methodically and calmly, "Tomorrow afternoon, I will go to Brazil to redeem the person in person. The time has been arranged. The Chinese and American military units stationed there, as well as the international police, have also been contacted."
Feng Xing raised his eyebrows, "You... took advantage of clod-sur's power?"
He curled his thin lips slightly and said lightly, "I have been teaching at Stanford for four years. Is it strange to know a few people who are in the army?"
“…”
"You want to redeem people yourself?"
"certainly."
Feng Xing narrowed his eyes, "Okay, the money is ready."
… …
After the meal, the two chatted on the sofa in the living room for almost an hour, and Feng Xing went back first.
In the evening, after Chi Huan helped the man clean his body and helped him get into bed, he was getting ready to take his clothes and take a shower. Just as she was about to enter the bathroom, her cell phone rang on the small table in front of the single sofa.
She looked back and saw that the screen was lighting up. Someone must have called.
After hesitating for a second, he chose to go back and answer the phone.
What lights up on the screen is Fengxing
He's looking for her
Could it be that they were taking a shower in the bathroom just now and Mo Shiqian didn't receive the call
Thinking so, she still answered the phone neatly.
Before she could speak, Feng Xing had already lowered his voice and spoke first, "You don't have to speak, and don't tell Shi Qian... At two o'clock in the morning, come out and I'll wait for you at the door of your villa—"
After a moment of pause, he added word for word, "Don't let him find out."
After saying this, the call was cut off.
Chi Huan held the phone, still a little confused.
But she was facing the window, so Mo Shiqian couldn't see her face or her strange expression. He just saw that she answered the phone but never said a word, and asked casually, "Whose call is it?"
"Oh," Chi Huan came to his senses, put down the phone, turned around and looked at him, and said calmly, "It seems that I made a mistake. I muttered a bunch of inexplicable words and then hung up... I'll go. Take a shower."
Mo Shiqian's mind was originally on his notebook, so he didn't pay much attention to it and just said, "Let's go."
Chi Huan carried the clothes into the bathroom and turned on the shower head.
Two o'clock in the morning