The man said calmly, "No."
“…”
Who asked him if he was dead? Is she answering the question
She lowered her head and continued to drink the soy milk, and Mo Shiqian did not continue to question her.
Faintly hearing the cell phone vibrating in the living room, Chi Huan raised his chin slightly and called to the man opposite, "Go and get the cell phone from me."
The man looked at her and stood up without saying a word.
What was displayed on the phone screen was Sister Yao, Chi Huan's manager.
Chi Huan lowered his eyes and swiped the answer button, "Sister is back from Australia?"
Compared to her sweetness, she was furious, "Let me tell you Chi Huan, I almost broke my tongue when I advised you not to get married so early. You refused to listen and insisted on getting married. Today all the media are reporting on your marriage. If you dare to tell me that something happened temporarily and this marriage cannot be concluded, I will kill you!"
When an artist like Chi Huan gets married at such a young age at the peak of his career, his manager is the first to stand up and object, citing countless reasons for his opposition.
But there is no way, no one can resist Miss Chi's willfulness.
After Chi Huan announced that she would take a break for half a year, there was nothing she could do about Sister Yao's anger. However, after she was angry, she found that she was also on vacation, so she bought a plane ticket to travel around the world. She didn't fly back until last night to prepare for today's wedding.
Chi Huan tilted his head slightly and put down the soy milk, "Sister Yao, how do you know I'm not married anymore?"
"Don't you know yet?"
"Do not know what is this?"
"I heard from my best friend who is a reporter that Mo Xigu held an impromptu press conference and basically invited all the mainstream media. Don't you know about this?"
Chi Huan lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, saying nothing.
Sister Yao didn't get an answer from her, so she raised her voice and asked, "Were you dumped? Or was it on the wedding day?"
With a faint curve on her lips, she said calmly, "It's better to be dumped before marriage than to be dumped after marriage and become the second marriage in vain, right?"
Sister Yao, “…”
"Mo Xigu unilaterally canceled the wedding and didn't tell you?"
"Sister Yao, please find out for me where the press conference will be held."
"Huan'er," Sister Yao's voice deepened and she immediately said decisively, "Don't be impulsive. I will immediately find the public relations team to discuss countermeasures."
"No, I know how to solve it. Just tell me the address. If you don't ask for it for me... I'll find someone else."
"Chi Huan..."
"Bye, I'll wait for your news."
After saying that, she hung up the phone without waiting for a response.
Looking up, she met Mo Shiqian's deep and indifferent eyes, "Get ready and take me to the press conference later."
The man looked at her for a few seconds and said, "Okay."
Chi Huan went back to the cloakroom to change clothes, while Mo Shiqian was waiting for her in the living room.
A few minutes later the doorbell rang again.
The younger brother who was carried out before came back with a small bag in his hand, "Um... Brother Seven asked you if you want this?"
Mo Shiqian glanced at it, then frowned slightly, but still reached out to take it, raised his lips and said lightly, "Send someone to inquire about the press conference prepared by Mo Xigu, and keep an eye on Su Yabing and Yang Hao."
"Okay fifth brother, do you have any other instructions?"
"No, let's go do something."
Chi Huan picked out an outfit in the cloakroom and then spent more than an hour putting on makeup.
The man's tall figure leaned against the door frame, his dark and quiet eyes staring at her as she applied lipstick in the mirror. Finally, she took a red coat and put it on, and then picked out a scarf.
The temperature has dropped sharply today and winter has begun.
She put on the coat herself and handed him the scarf, "You're tall, wrap it up for me."
He hummed, then took the scarf and wrapped it around her neck, tucking her long hair into it, almost covering half of her chin.
Chi Huan raised his face and looked at the man's perfectly curved jaw, "Do I look beautiful today?"
"Um."
She kicked him lightly and said dissatisfiedly, "You didn't even look at me."
Because he was helping her wrap the scarf, the man lowered his head. His breath was as thin as air in her ears and neck, and his voice was faintly hoarse, "I've been standing here for a long time."
Chi Huan pursed his lips and said no more, standing there waiting for him to finish it.
She picked up a bag that matched her clothes, then went back to the study to pack some things. When she was about to change her shoes and go out, she saw a man sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table, looking at her with black eyes, and whispered, "Eat this before you go out." Walk."
She walked over with her bag and looked down at the things on the coffee table.
A glass of water, and white tablets.
Chi Huan raised her lips and taunted him, "You are quite experienced."
After a moment of silence, the man said, "Common sense."
"What if I don't eat?"
He said calmly, "Yes, but if you are pregnant, you can only give birth, not abort."
"You raise it?"
"Of course I raise him."
Chi Huan looked at this handsome and profound face, and for a moment he didn't know what this man was thinking.
He seems to have an extremely strong sense of responsibility. He can be with her as soon as he sleeps with her, and he can give birth to and raise children if he has them. She probably has no problem if she wants to get married, but this feeling makes her very uncomfortable.
Because obviously, no matter whether she is Chi Huan or Zao Huan, he has this attitude.
He probably even had this attitude toward his so-called childhood sweetheart, his fiancée.
She didn't know what nonsense she was telling him. He was willing to raise her but not give birth to her. There was no such thing as such a cheap thing for him.
Putting down the bag, he leaned over to pick up the medicine and water, and swallowed them neatly.
After eating, the cup was placed heavily on the coffee table, making a loud noise.
Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes and looked at her back as she put down the cup and walked out expressionlessly.
Is she... unhappy
… …
Sister Yao had already sent her the address, which was at the church where their wedding was held.
From the moment Chi Huan got in the car, her pretty face was turned toward the window, her eyes unblinking as she looked at the changing street scene. She was very quiet, with neither sadness nor anger visible.
There isn't even any emotion visible.
Reporters had already heard about the impromptu press conference held by Mo Xigu an hour before the scheduled wedding. Not only that, more than half of the guests who were originally planning to attend the wedding also arrived.
The man who had been driving quietly suddenly said with a low smile, "Are you going to bring me in front of Mo Xigu to anger him?"
Chi Huan suddenly turned her head and twisted her delicately painted eyebrows, "I forgot to mention that when others ask about it later, you are still my bodyguard. You are not allowed to tell others that you are me..."
Mo Shiqian raised his eyebrows slightly, "What?"
"Don't tell anyone about your relationship with me. You are still my bodyguard in front of others. It's an underground affair. Do you understand?"