She even insisted that this child did not exist...
What does it mean to not exist? Even if it existed, she would not let him continue to exist.
Chi Huan looked up at the man's handsome face so close,
His face was very close to hers, his eyes were very close, and his breathing was even closer, because all the hot breath sprayed onto her face.
Being so close, she seemed to have never seen his eyes so clearly before, and she had never seen Mo Shiqian's eyes overflowing with such an almost pleading look, staring at her scorchingly, blinking, no Blink as if she would disappear for a second.
The expression on his face was not intense, and there was no excitement or hysteria.
But he stood in front of her at a height of 1.87 meters, much taller than her. However, with such a tall and tall figure, standing in front of the slender and petite Chi Huan, this man still seemed to be condescending, even in front of her. beg her.
She believed that he could give her more money and love than any man in this life, but the time he needed would come at the expense of everyone around him.
They don't have time.
Chi Huan lowered her head, and her long hair fell down, covering half of her face.
"Xigu, let's go."
As she spoke, she used her fingers to break the man's fingers wrapped around her wrist, one by one.
"Mo Shiqian, if you continue to harass me like this, I will call the police."
Mo Xigu looked at the man whose outline was so tight that it was about to break at any moment. His eyes seemed to be filled with a sea of thick ink, dark and paranoid, with a terrifying aura. <>
But the look on his face returned to calmness, even deathly silence, in the end, and even the hand holding Chi Huan slowly let go, "Okay, I won't continue to harass you."
His voice was as low as every word, "But I want this child, you give birth to him, and I take him and disappear into your life, but I will always give you the chance to come back to me, but if You killed him, Chi Huan - then you can only **** pray that I can never get up again, otherwise, our lives will never be over."
His hand loosened completely.
But what was wrapped up again was the chill that ran through my bones.
Chi Huan heard his own gentle laughter, "Let's wait until you get up."
… …
On the way back to the city from the set.
Chi Huan sat in the passenger seat, looking straight ahead. After an unknown length of silence, he said something irrelevant, "It's raining."
Mo Xigu turned his head to look at her and replied, "Well, the weather has been gloomy recently and it's normal to rain."
"Xigu, I'm sorry."
Mo Xigu sighed and whispered, "Huanhuan, close your eyes and rest for a while. I think you look like you have died."
Chi Huan was silent for a while and murmured, "I'm not sleepy."
"If you want to cry, just cry. I know it's hard for you."
"I don't feel bad," she said softly, even smiling, "I don't feel anything anymore. <>"
No feeling anymore…
What does it feel like to have no feelings
"Children's things..."
"There is no child. Lawrence made all kinds of false evidence that I was pregnant in order to make him believe that I was pregnant but was unwilling to give birth to his child."
Mo Xigu glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "He's following. It seems he really wants the child."
Mo Shiqian's car was right behind the Lamborghini.
Although it was most likely that this was the only road back to the city from the town, judging from the distance maintained by the speed, the car was still following them.
Chi Huan closed his eyes.
"Western old."
"you say."
"When we decided to get married, didn't you prepare a villa as a wedding room... Can you let me stay temporarily for a few days?"
"Are you sure you want this?"
"Well," she said calmly, "I'm too tired and want to rest. If I can get rid of it with a severe chop, then consider it as amputation. Otherwise, I feel like I'm going to die."
Chi Huan said the words "I'm about to die" in an understatement.
But Mo Xigu was shaken all over.
He could see, of course he could see, that her relationship with Mo Shiqian had worn away all of her former high spirits, and even her smile was dull, as if most of her soul was dead.
He said, "Then let me take you back to Mo's house. The villa has been abandoned for a long time and no one has cleaned it." After a pause, he added in a low voice, "My mother has been away from home for the past half month. She went to France. Let’s talk business.<>”
"Thank you for bothering me."
… …
Chi Huan stayed at the Mo family villa that night.
Mo Xigu asked his servants to clean up the guest room next to his bedroom, and sent someone to temporarily buy some daily necessities. He specifically asked the chef at home to prepare a table of her favorite meals according to Chi Huan's taste. .
She barely ate less than half of the bowl and then put down her chopsticks.
Mo Xigu looked at her slender chin, "Gezi said that you can usually finish at least a bowl of rice cooked by Mo Shiqian. Is it because his cooking is particularly good, or is it just because he cooked it that you like it?" eat?"
"I'm not in the mood today, so I don't have much appetite. Maybe it will get better after a while."
Of course he knew she was in a bad mood.
After she had a fight with the man on the set in the evening, she felt like a ghost.
After Chi Huan finished his meal and drank a cup of tea, he went back to the guest room to rest.
There was no rest, for although she was exhausted physically and mentally, she was not sleepy.
She sat on a lounge chair on the balcony outside the guest room, looking up at the starless night sky.
The air was cool and crisp, but she seemed unconscious.
Or maybe this feeling close to masochism can relieve some of the pain and numbness in her nerves.
She didn't know how long she had been sitting like this when her cell phone buzzed.
She glanced at the screen.
Wood ink.
Oh, she still forgot to change the note.
She couldn't answer it, and she wasn't allowed to listen to it originally, but the vibrating sound seemed to hit her heart, making her feel uncomfortable all over.
She reached out and clicked, refusing to answer.
Cleaned up.
Less than ten seconds later, the phone rang again.
Still wood ink.
Chi Huan hangs up again.
He still fights.
Chi Huan didn't want to answer the call at first, but he kept calling for a whole hour.
Finally she gave up and answered the phone.
"You've been arguing with me for an hour, what do you want to do?"
The man immediately asked in a dumb voice, "Why are you staying at his house?"
"I'm with him. Is there any problem living in his house? When I was with you, why didn't you ask me why I wanted to live with you?"
"Chi Huan."
"What else?"
Mo Shiqian's voice was tight and sinister, "You are pregnant, so you can't sleep with him."