She suddenly said, "Mo Shiqian."
"Um?"
"I want to visit the place where you have lived all these years, okay?"
The man looked at her, a little surprised, but nodded without hesitation, "Of course."
She raised the glass of red wine with her hand and shook it gently. The wine was like a chuckle on her face, "Then you can cook for me tonight. I want to eat Chinese food. I see this No matter how good the Chinese restaurant chefs are, their skills are not as good as yours."
Mo Shiqian said with a half-smile, "Do you want to visit my place, or do you want me to cook for you?"
"I want to do it all, can't I?"
"Okay," he looked at her slightly pursed red lips and smiled softly, "Whatever Her Highness the Queen says is okay."
She coughed lightly, "Then you go back later and ask your servants to prepare the ingredients, and then you have the night off."
The man's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at her, becoming deep and hot.
Chi Huan immediately guessed what he was thinking and opened his mouth to say something, but when the words came to his lips, nothing came out. He put down the wine glass, supported his chin, and tilted his head to look outside.
… …
In the evening, Rolls-Royce slowly drove into the milky white luxury villa in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Chi Huan sat in the passenger seat and glanced casually, "Don't you live in the Lawrence family's manor or something?"
She remembered which newspaper she had read in, how much land the Lawrence family lived in on the estate...
"No."
"Oh... Is Mo Shichen still floating outside alone or has he gone back?"
The man answered her patiently, "He returned to live in the manor and returned to the company. However, he has been included in the death list. It will take some time to deal with the issue of his identity."
"How is your relationship with him?"
Mo Shiqian turned his head to look at her and said calmly, "What does he have to do with me?"
He and Mo Shichen have always been two separate individuals who are related by blood but not very familiar with each other.
Oh, for Mo Shichen, he is still the kidnapper who kidnapped his sweetheart.
Chi Huan, "..."
She secretly thought that they were brothers after all, and the two people were equally indifferent to each other. Although she had no good impression of Lawrence and the Lawrence family, she didn't have a bad impression of Mo Shichen either.
What she found strange when she got off the car was that... Mo Shichen had already been mentioned, but he didn't tell her "by the way" when Mo Shichen would take over his current position.
Mo Shiqian opened the passenger door for her and led her all the way in.
When he arrived in the living room, he slowly took off his suit and hung it on the hanger, while looking back at the little woman who was looking around with her eyes open, her thin lips pursed in a smile, "What do you want to drink?"
She blinked, "It's cold, I want to drink hot tea."
The man hummed, rolled up the sleeves of the dark blue shirt he was wearing, turned around and went into the kitchen to make a new pot of tea for her. After pouring a cup for her, he whispered warmly in the scent of tea, "I'll do it." Rice, can you have some fun by yourself?"
"I'm just wandering around by myself. Is there any place in your villa that no one can see or be entered? Please tell me clearly first so that I won't offend you."
Mo Shiqian looked down at her for a while, then replied calmly, "You and I can enter, let alone my place."
Chi Huan, "..."
She looked up at the handsome face that looked very serious and showed no sign of being a gangster for a few seconds, then turned around expressionlessly.
Who enters whom
… …
She went directly to the second floor, which should be the living room and study room.
The second floor was very quiet. The corridors were carpeted and there were framed paintings hanging on the walls. She looked at them one by one and felt that they were not Mo Shiqian's masterpieces. He didn't seem to be such a leisurely person.
It was probably done by Tangtang.
From the moment the car drove into the villa and she glanced at the flowers and plants as far as she could see, she felt the traces of Xia Tangtang's existence.
She was an artistic and family-oriented woman, and her style was vaguely reflected throughout the villa.
Some women are like this, looking too dull and indifferent, but as they pass by, even if the person is gone and the things are gone, there will always be something vaguely left behind. The real tranquility is powerful.
She felt that there was always a little bit of discomfort.
Xia Tangtang's bedroom has been transformed into a hotel-style guest room by the servants. The room is empty, and the mattress has turned white, spotless.
This is the case for Little Mango, her bed is much smaller, you can tell at a glance.
The last of the three bedrooms she pushed open was Mo Shiqian's bedroom. She was stunned as soon as the door opened, and then she couldn't help but cover half of her face, but she still couldn't hide the unexpected smile.
This man is really... boring.
Boring and sexy.
The design of the bedroom is very simple, with the main color of gray and white, clean and deserted. At first glance, there is almost nothing superfluous, except for the huge poster on the wall, which looks very out of place and ruins the aesthetic feeling.
Of course the person on the poster is her.
It should be a photoshoot she had taken before, but she had taken a lot of photos over the years, and she couldn't quite remember when it was taken. It was taken on the beach at the seaside.
The background is the golden light of the setting sun. She is wearing a bikini underneath and a long gauze-like shawl on the outside, blown up by the sea breeze. What is caught is her bare feet stepping on the soft sand and turning back to the camera. laugh.
Hazy sexy, sweet and lazy, but more mysterious and cunning like a cat.
She stood in the room and looked at it for a long time, and finally felt very satisfied.
Beautiful.
She was the only one in his bedroom without any trace of Xia Tangtang, which made her very satisfied.
After leaving Mo Shiqian's bedroom, she opened the door to his study.
The silence is thick and dark.
The bookshelves stacked with books and the dark decoration exude a sense of classical solemnity.
Only the two bright red roses on the desk embellish the only color of this space.
Chi Huan slowly walked over and sat down in the black leather swivel chair behind the desk, imagining him sitting here reading or working, with two fresh roses in the vase.
Next to the vase, there are several photo frames placed in an orderly manner.
It's all her, and it's her only photo.
There are also stills, photos, advertising photos, and life photos.
There is a photo frame among them. Due to the design, a section is protruded from it. A chain is wrapped around it several times and hung on it. There is a ring hanging on the chain.
Her heart suddenly shrank.
She recognized that ring, it was the ring he gave her when he proposed to her five years ago.