Although this is just a matter of words to him.
But he barely even thought about it.
Because he doesn't want to know how well she is doing
In his opinion, there was no reason for her to live a bad life, except that she probably couldn't reach the right path through cultivation with Mo Xigu.
But he had made it clear five years ago that Mo Xigu had no way of getting Mrs. Mo, who was all about interests, to accept a daughter-in-law like Chi Huan.
Unless he cuts off ties with his family for Chi Huan.
But now there is no trace of this man in Chi Huan's life. Obviously, he does not.
He wasn't surprised.
Of course, more importantly, he didn't want to know how many men she had had over the years.
After shopping, I naturally drove directly back to Chi Huan's apartment after leaving the mall.
Parking lot downstairs.
Chi Huan opened the trunk of the car, picked out a few weightless things and carried them in his hands. Then he looked at the man standing next to the car who put one hand in his trouser pocket and asked, "What are you doing standing there?"
Mo Shiqian's face was expressionless, "What else should I do?"
"Do you want me, a weak woman, to lift all these heavy things?"
"I did not say."
"Then you won't help."
The man stated calmly, "I never do this kind of thing."
Chi Huan laughed angrily, "Never? Then you have done too much. You haven't even taken out the garbage less."
That was back when he was her bodyguard.
Every time he went to her apartment, if there was any rubbish, he would be asked to take it down with her.
Mo Shiqian half-smiled, "You want me to be your bodyguard just for a billion dollars?"
If one billion people are willing to be her bodyguards, they can form an ocean, okay
She stood there holding her things and looking at him without speaking, her face showing some annoyance.
He didn't move either.
The two stood in a stalemate with a distance of one or two meters apart for half a minute.
In the end, Chi Huan put the things in his hand back into the trunk, then walked up to him and rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, revealing the scars of different shades, "My hand is not healed yet. I can’t lift such a heavy thing.”
The man's eyes were focused on those scars, and there was an obvious undercurrent in his eyes. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes instantly became cold. He said in a very low and cold voice, "It's you who wants to die."
Chi Huan was still thinking about how to continue if he said something about his waist hurting, but he didn't expect him to directly hit him with a sarcastic sarcastic remark. She was stabbed in the heart, but in the end she couldn't restrain her grievance.
With red eyes, he turned to leave.
As a result, before he even took two steps, the man grabbed his arm.
The irony was unconscious.
Seeing that she was about to step out and hold her hand, it was unconscious.
After going from the golf course to the shopping mall to do some shopping, I returned to Chi Huan's apartment. It was not completely dark yet, but the street lights were already on, and there were lights everywhere in the community.
Chi Huan angrily tried to throw away his hand, but failed after several attempts. He simply turned back and said to him, "Let go, I won't do it. You can go back and eat what your chef has cooked."
The man refused to let go and looked at her without saying a word in the half-dark light.
After she made a fuss for a while, he pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and said in a slower tone, "Okay, I'll help you get it up, okay?"
"Not now."
Mo Shiqian didn't care whether she wanted it or not. He pulled her to the trunk and took out all the things he bought inside. He carried them in two batches, including the few things Chi Huan wanted to take at first. He took it and didn't let her touch it.
"Go up."
She turned her face away.
The man did not continue to coax her, but said quietly, "Close the trunk."
After saying that, he carried his things and walked straight to the front.
When Chi Huan turned around, he had already walked away. She pursed her lips and stood for a while, then raised her hand to close the trunk, and then followed his footsteps. Pressed the code to enter the apartment.
When I changed my shoes at the entrance, there were still no men's slippers in the shoe cabinet.
There was no way, she didn't have many relatives, and she didn't really like people coming to her apartment except Youran. She bought something for Mo Shiqian before, but she put all his things in the box.
She was hesitating whether to take it out, but the man had already taken off his shoes and put on his socks, so he carried everything into the restaurant and placed it on the dining table without asking her for shoes.
Naturally, he had already acquiesced that she had thrown away all his things.
Chi Huan pursed his lips and gave up the idea.
After putting down the things, Mo Shiqian sat on the sofa like an uncle, with one hand casually resting on the armrest of the sofa, and the other hand pinching his eyebrows, looking tired.
It was getting late, and because of the argument just now, Chi Huan ignored him and went directly to the kitchen.
From time to time there were clanging sounds coming from inside.
Mo Shiqian was disturbed by Liang Manyue last night and didn't get much rest. He exercised all afternoon to consume his energy. He sat on the soft sofa with his eyes closed and rested. Listening to the intermittent high and low sounds, he didn't feel noisy. There was only an indescribable sense of human fireworks, and I fell into a light sleep without realizing it.
When Chi Huan cooked the dishes and came out, he leaned on his side and fell asleep with his eyes closed, leaning on his arms.
The face under the short black hair is handsome and calm, like a lazy painting.
She knelt down and reached out to poke his thigh.
Mo Shiqian didn't sleep deeply. He woke up when his eyelids moved and slowly opened his eyes.
Before he fully regained his consciousness, the bright and smiling face below jumped into his eyes. The smiling brows and eyes seemed to be hiding affection, and they were so hazy and beautiful that they seemed like hallucinations.
He seemed to be in a trance and reached out to touch her face.
Chi Huan watched as his hand stretched out towards her, without dodging or avoiding it. The smile on his red lips was deeper and sweeter, and his voice was soft, "Dinner is ready, get up and eat quickly."
After a few seconds of slowing down, a hoarse word "good" escaped from the man's throat.
Just as he was about to get up, his cell phone placed on the coffee table vibrated.
Both of them looked over subconsciously.
The screen was so big, and Chi Huan was even closer. She naturally saw the name illuminated on it, and she couldn't help but frown.
Liang Manyue.
She first thought that it was finally not a full moon.
But then he remembered the way Liang Manyue looked at him on the small balcony last night.
The man who was supposed to be her husband, the lost childhood sweetheart, the man who saved her from fire and water many years later
Her thoughts are probably complicated and entangled.
In other words, her thoughts have never been clear.
From five years ago to five years later, except for the weight of their childhood sweetheart friendship, Chi Huan almost never regarded her as a rival. This woman was not as innocent and stubborn as Ji Yu, not as elegant and knowledgeable as Song Shu, and even less so. Not as good as Xia Tangtang's temperament.
But she just made her feel more uncomfortable than any other woman.