He said calmly, "Who knows."
After a while, the bodyguard asked tentatively, "If you are really the eldest son... you..."
The words were not finished, but the meaning behind them was self-evident.
Who is Mo Shichen? He is the well-known prospective heir of the Lawrence family. From the time he was born until his accident, no one has ever questioned this.
To put it bluntly, everything Mo Shiqian had today came from him.
If he suddenly "resurrected from the dead", what would the Laurence family think, what would the people in Clod-Summer think? It would be better if they didn't know in Paris. Once they found out, the group that had just settled down would probably be in turmoil again. .
Although Mr. Mo has now established a firm foothold and no one can easily shake his position, it is always troublesome for those in power if the previous person in power who was supposed to die unexpectedly suddenly returns.
Of course, if the eldest son was alive, they couldn't figure out whether Mr. Mo's intention was to make him appear...or whether he wanted him to never appear again.
… …
Nine p.m.
The sound of the rising and falling waves never stops, and the river city is covered in lights.
When Mo Shiqian returned to the hotel and pushed the door open, it was quiet inside. Only the warm yellow lights were on everywhere. But when he walked in, there was only a sense of loneliness where he could hear his own breathing.
He glanced subconsciously and did not see Chi Huan.
In the bedroom
The door to the second bedroom was closed.
He frowned unconsciously, walked to the center of the living room with long legs, and was about to lift his suitcase, which was standing next to the sofa, into the master bedroom. When he was about to turn around, his movement suddenly stopped.
From the angle where he stood, he could just see where the dining table was.
At a glance, you can see the dazzling dinner table.
Basically complete.
He let go of the suitcase in his hand and walked into the restaurant.
Under the light, the knives, forks and cups were all clean. It was obvious that no one had touched them at all.
Mo Shiqian's thin lips pursed into a straight line, and his eyebrows darkened a little. He turned and walked out of the dining room, walked to the second bedroom door, and opened the doorknob.
Compared with the warm light in the living room, the room inside was dark.
If the light leaking in from the living room hadn't allowed him to see the outline of a woman lying on the bed, he might have simply assumed that there was no living person inside.
He walked to the bed and turned on the light.
She must have taken a shower. She was wearing a nightgown. She was lying sideways on the white mattress. She was clean and charming. Her long hair had been untied and spread out like seaweed.
"Chi Huan."
She slept lightly, her head moved, but she did not wake up.
Mo Shiqian's voice rose a bit, it was deep and extremely low. There was an eerie and terrifying feeling in this extremely quiet space. "Chi Huan—" Chi Huan was awakened at once, and he didn't even know why. The condition occurred and sat up.
It took her a while to realize where she was, and she raised her hand to comb her long hair back, "You're back..."
The man said nothing.
Chi Huan looked up at his silent and displeased expression, thinking that he was still angry about what happened in the afternoon, and she didn't know why he dug her out of bed even though he was obviously not willing to talk to her.
Covering half of her face with her hands, adjusting her breathing that had not yet recovered, she said, "Is something wrong?"
He said calmly, "Why don't you have dinner?"
"Oh... I was a little tired when I came back, so I went to bed after taking a shower."
The man was tepid and said, "You have been lying on the beach all afternoon. Why are you tired?"
Chi Huan, "..."
Did he keep staring at her or send someone to keep an eye on her, but at least he didn't leave her alone on the beach in a strange city.
"I didn't have any appetite, so I didn't eat."
"Get up and go eat."
She pursed her lips and said, "But it's cold now."
Mo Shiqian frowned and then said, "Go to the bathroom and wash your face to wake up. I'll ask someone to change the table."
"No need...you don't need to eat at night, it's just in time to lose weight..."
The man's slightly cold voice was still a bit sarcastic, "What else can you lose?"
I am so thin that I still have the nerve to lose weight.
Chi Huan looked at him, feeling that she was disobeying him and he was probably even more angry, so he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "Just call her whatever you want, don't bother me too much."
Mo Shiqian ignored her, turned around and walked out.
Chi Huan simply washed up in the bathroom, put a shawl on his shoulders, and then walked out.
The man did not return to his master bedroom. The cell phone he had just dialed was still on the coffee table. His handsome face was cold and hard, and his aura was gloomy. He was sitting on the sofa, his eyes half closed as if Close your eyes and rest your mind.
She took the initiative to break the dead silence, "Have you had dinner?"
He ignored her, as if he didn't hear her.
After another minute, the woman spoke in a low voice again, "Mo Shiqian, let's talk."
He still didn't respond, but Chi Huan knew he heard him.
Her voice was quiet and lonely, "I called Feng Xing this afternoon. He said, if I don't plan to follow you to the end... don't provoke you, and don't delay myself."
He finally opened his eyes, staring at her fair and delicate face with dark, dark eyes.
Chi Huan looked at him, then got up from the sofa and walked to him.
In the huge presidential suite, it was so quiet that you could hear each other's breathing.
She slowly leaned down, opened her arms and hugged his neck, put her delicate face against his, and said in a low voice, "Mo Shiqian, I don't know what you are thinking... If you still want to If you continue to listen, just give me a hug."
Her pajamas were very thin, and her body was exceptionally soft and soft. Her body was filled with the clean fragrance and fragrance of her hair after bathing.
Together they are a fascinating scent.
Mo Shiqian looked at the large vase standing next to the TV in the distance, his eyes so dark that they seemed to be dripping with ink.
He raised his arms and pulled her body into his arms. He was so strong that he could not control her, as if he was trying to embed her in. However, the voice that fell in her ears was faintly hoarse, "He also told you What?"
"Can you answer me a question?"
He raised his lips and smiled, with a sparse smile, "I thought you had something to tell me, but now you haven't said anything yet, so why don't you ask me first?"
"You didn't care about my nude photos before. Why did you agree when I came to you again?"
"Isn't one billion enough reasons?"
"Enough, but that's not the reason."