The two bodyguards looked at each other.
"Miss Chi, I'm afraid you can't do this."
How could she, a weakling, be a match for two well-trained bodyguards
Indeed not.
Chi Huan turned around and walked back.
She returned to the bedroom again, but found no sign of the man.
He frowned and stood at the door for a while before hearing the faint sound of the shower in the bathroom.
The lights were on inside, and the frosted door seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.
She stood at the door, leaned against the door frame, and exhaled longly.
What should we do
What should she do with him
When Mo Shiqian came out of the bathroom, he still didn't see the woman coming back.
He walked over and picked up the mobile phone thrown on the bed and dialed, "Where is she?"
"Miss Chi has gone back, haven't you seen her?"
The man lowered his eyelids slightly and said calmly, "Lock the door."
"OK."
He hung up the phone, threw the phone away, walked out with long legs.
The first room I checked was Chi Huan's study.
The door is closed.
He reached for the doorknob but found it wouldn't work.
The door was locked from the inside.
He locked her in the villa, and she locked him out of the study.
The door couldn't be opened, so he reached out to knock on the door and called her name in a deep voice, "Huanhuan."
The second floor is the living room, and even Li Ma only comes up to clean it once a day, so it's very quiet.
Inside the study.
Chi Huan's coat was thrown on the desk when she came in. She was only wearing a sweater and was curled up in a huge chair. Her long dark hair like seaweed was scattered irregularly.
She sat inside, looking like a small one.
There was only one desk lamp on in the study, and the light fell on one corner, while the rest of the room was dim and dark.
Her hands were resting on the armrests of the chair, and her head was buried in her arms.
With her eyes closed, her ears were filled with the sound of knocking on the door and the sound of a man calling her name.
The roses on the desk were still there, but they were beginning to show signs of withering again.
… …
Mo Shiqian knocked on the door for five minutes.
Five minutes later, the knocking on the door stopped and silence returned.
Inside the door, Chi Huan opened her eyes, and after being quiet for a while, she closed them again.
Outside the door, the man's tall figure stood motionless for a long time.
… …
Two hours later.
Mo Shiqian raised his head and glanced at the alarm clock next to the photo frame.
Exactly ten o'clock.
He stood up and took out the key from the drawer—
Since this is his villa, he naturally has the keys to all the locks.
When you go out, turn off the lights and bring them to the door.
The bedroom door was open and the lights were on, but everything remained motionless, as if no one was paying attention.
However, the door of Chi Huan's study was still tightly closed.
This time, he didn't knock on the door, just opened the door and went in... Maybe he didn't use the key, so she didn't lock it.
As soon as the door opened, Mo Shiqian saw the group huddled in the chair at a glance, quiet and motionless, as if he had maintained this posture for a long time.
He pressed his eyebrows and his eyes darkened.
He walked up to her with long legs and steady steps.
He leaned over and brushed away the hair that fell on her face with his fingers, revealing his complete little face.
She fell asleep, but not peacefully, and...
The man frowned. This posture can easily cause poor blood circulation. If you do this for a long time when you are awake, your legs will be numb and your waist will be sore.
He called out in a low and hoarse voice, "Huanhuan."
She didn't move, only her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Mo Shiqian picked her up from the chair.
She still didn't wake up.
The man carried her back to the bedroom, his movements gentle and gentle.
He reached out and pinched her calves and feet one by one. Finally, he took off all her clothes and went to the closet to find a nightgown for her to put on.
Pulling the quilt to her chin, his loose hand fell on her face.
In the quiet bedroom, I thought of the man's low voice, "Last night I thought you would wait for me to come back, but you fell asleep." He stroked his cheek with a finger that felt so good, and said lightly, "I would rather sleep in such an uncomfortable chair. You don't want to come back and face me?"
She closed her eyes, looking like she was sleeping deeply, without even moving her eyelashes.
But for ordinary people, if they are not drunk and have not slept for several days and nights, how can they be carried all the way back and not wake up even after being changed
His fingers gently caressed her face back and forth, as if he was obsessed with it, almost without stopping, "Or do you feel wronged by what happened some time ago, or did I neglect you?"
He bowed his head and placed a kiss on her face.
The breath of his lips and nose sprayed on her cheeks, and he murmured in a low voice, "If he is threatening you, you tell me. If you feel wronged, tell me too, and I can change it, okay?"
The sound was obviously very low, but in the quiet night, it was still exceptionally clear.
"Last time at Larry's house, I didn't want you to see me getting hurt. You had to see me no matter what. This time I got hurt, and you didn't even ask."
Mo Shiqian finally turned off the lights and returned to the **, hugging her and falling asleep.
Only this time, she didn't lean on his chest like before, but turned her back to him and pressed her back against his chest.
Until the breathing of the man behind him gradually calmed down.
Chi Huan's eyelashes fluttered and he opened his eyes in the darkness.
Tears fell silently from the corners of her eyes, and she bit her lip to prevent her sobs from coming out.
But the more I endured it, the more unbearably suffocating I felt.
… …
The next morning, Chi Huan woke up before Mo Shiqian.
But the man's arms locked her waist, holding her firmly in his arms.
She turned around.
The man beside her didn't wake up, but unconsciously held her tighter.
In the morning light, she looked at his face carefully.
Even these facial features and outlines were already familiar to her and could no longer be familiar to her.
She stared like this for who knows how long. She closed her eyes and opened them again. She breathed a sigh of relief, and then forcefully broke the man's arm on her waist.
It was still very early, too early for his biological clock to wake up. The man was awakened by her but was not fully awake, so he moved his head over.
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