Chi Huan is his woman.
Since she is his woman, he will never let her go no matter what.
He just wanted to know...whether she had him in her heart.
An Ke held her breath and didn't dare to say anything more, "I understand, is there anything else Mr. Mo can do?"
He was supposed to hang up the phone, but when the voice rushed out of his throat, the content still changed. He asked lightly, "How many times has she gone to see Mo Xigu?"
This time An Ke answered quickly, "Ms. Chi hasn't gone out in the past two days."
"Yeah, I understand. If you need anything, call me again."
"Okay, Mr. Mo, goodbye."
After hanging up An Ke's phone, Mo Shiqian opened the address book again, looking at the red missed calls with his deep black eyes, and the corners of his thin lips curved slightly.
He saw this phone call as soon as he got off the plane, but he only glanced at it and did not reply to her.
His finger clicked on the word Huanhuan.
Lancheng, the famous residence No. 10.
Chi Huan was stunned for a moment when he saw the name that suddenly lit up on the screen of his phone.
For a few seconds, she even thought it was an illusion. She even subconsciously thought that before he returned to China, he would never answer her calls again, let alone take the initiative to call her.
Without time to think about it, she clicked to answer.
No one spoke, it was quiet on both ends.
This temporarily made her feel aggrieved for no reason, but she still took the initiative and said, "Mo Shiqian?"
The man's deep voice sounded in her ears, "It's me."
"You called me and didn't speak. Did you dial the wrong number?"
He smiled and said, "No."
"Oh, do you have anything to do with me?"
His low and slow voice was very sexy, as if covered with a faint smile, and sounded a little careless, "Didn't you call me? I thought you had something to do with me, and I was waiting for you to tell me."
After a few seconds of silence, Chi Huan said dullly, "It's nothing."
The man chuckled calmly, "Then you called me because you... missed me?"
Chi Huan said nothing, neither admitted nor denied.
"How is Feng Xing... going?"
"You can get out of bed, as long as you don't exercise strenuously, but it will take some time to heal."
"oh."
Her name escaped his lips and teeth, low and casual, but still filled with an indescribable flavor of bewitchment, "Huanhuan?"
Chi Huan breathed soothingly, "You must be very tired, go to bed early."
Her voice was very soft, but it sounded delicate and soft.
"Well," the man smiled lightly and asked slowly, "Waiting for me to come back?"
It was quiet for a few seconds, but I didn't know what emotion made me feel.
She seemed to sigh, a little sighing, but she still answered obediently, "Okay."
Mo Shiqian raised his eyes and saw the blurred facial features and outlines reflected on the glass, and the curve of his lips deepened unconsciously.
… …
After answering the good word, the originally tangled and anxious mood unexpectedly calmed down.
If you agree, you can't go back on it. In that case, so be it.
Maybe he can really solve it, maybe her original decision was wrong.
I had an unexpectedly good night's sleep at night.
After lunch the next day, she took a short nap. When she woke up, she looked at her watch and jumped up, excitedly tinkering with makeup and changing clothes.
The weather has now moved towards the end of winter, and it is no longer freezing cold with snow.
Chi Huan carefully put on delicate light makeup that was not obvious. Although it seemed close to nude makeup to straight men, the whole process still took her a lot of time.
Finally, he picked out a very small woman's coat with nude pink, and carefully matched it with the sweater and boots underneath. Her thick long hair fell down her shoulders, and her bright beauty exuded a charming flavor.
Go out at half past four.
Before going out, she carefully checked herself in the mirror for a few minutes, and finally—
One hundred percent, satisfied.
Underground Parking Lot.
In the white Ferrari, Chi Huan was sitting in the driver's seat, her beautifully made-up eyebrows tightened because she had tried to start the car several times, but all failed.
Is there something wrong with the car again
She was a little annoyed and a little irritable, but there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't know anything about car problems, let alone repair them.
There was no other way. After it failed to start several times in a row, she opened the door and got out of the car.
It may be too late to get the car to the airport to have it towed for repair now.
She scratched her hair irritably, took off the bag from the passenger seat, then closed the car door vigorously and left the parking lot to catch a taxi.
As soon as she reached the roadside, a taxi stopped beside her.
Chi Huan wore huge brown sunglasses, opened the door and got in the car, "Go to the airport."
The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his expression remained unchanged and his tone was normal, "Okay, miss."
… … …
Airport.
Mo Shiqian wore a black coat with only a thin light gray sweater underneath.
When he came out of the exit, he paused and raised his left hand to look at the time on the silver watch. It was now 6:15 pm.
The man's handsome face showed no signs of trouble. He looked down at Feng Xing, who was being pushed in a wheelchair by a bodyguard in a black suit, and said lightly, "You two take him back first."
Feng Xing raised his head and glanced at him, "Chi Huan is here to pick you up?"
"Um."
Fengxing said disgustedly, "I went abroad for a night and couldn't wait to come back. That's not enough. I have to come to the airport to pick him up... Why are you becoming more and more pretentious?"
Mo Shiqian also glanced down at him, "Don't be pretentious. Is there a woman who will pick you up?"
Fengxing, "..."
He sneered and said calmly, "No woman picked me up. Speaking of which, I haven't seen your big star for a long time. I'm not in a hurry to go back. I might as well wait with you. If you are let go, I can also go have a drink with you.”
Mo Shiqian looked at him expressionlessly.
A few seconds later, his eyes swept across the two bodyguards in black standing behind him, "You two, get him back."
Fengxing, "..."
After all, he was still seriously injured and couldn't bear the torment, so he was pushed away by two bodyguards.
Mo Shiqian stood at the exit of the airport where people were coming and going. He was dressed in simple yet sophisticated black clothes. He was cold and tall. He stood out among the crowd and had a 200% chance of turning heads.
There were even young girls secretly filming him with their mobile phones.
Not long after Feng Xingxing, An Ke arrived.
Mo Shiqian raised his hand to look at his watch again. It was already half past six.
Generally speaking, people who approach sincerely will be at the exit before the plane lands, although it takes a short time from the time the plane lands to exiting the airport.
An Ke looked at the man's handsome, indifferent but gloomy face for the first time, and asked thoughtfully, "The airport is so big, did Miss Chi go to the wrong place?"