Chapter 109： He doesn't like Chi Huan who is too quiet

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Mo Shiqian's footsteps didn't stop. He took Chi Huan's hand and walked past her, and went straight down the stairs.

Black Gust stopped in the dark, and the gentleman naturally opened the copilot's door for her, and then bypassed the head and returned to the driver's seat.

The car drove out for a while.

The car is always quiet. Chi Huan looked sideways at the changing landscape outside the window, and seemed to be dreaming.

The man's low voice broke the almost rigid silence, "Are you upset?"

Chi Huan looked back, looked back, and whispered, "No."

He said lightly, "You didn't speak."

She said a little funny, "Can't I stop talking?"

"No, you should have a lot to say."

Mo Shiqian is a man who likes quietness. He doesn't like others arguing in his ears, but he doesn't like Chi Huan who is too quiet, especially the abnormal quiet.

Chi Huan pursed her lips and fell silent again.

She wanted to ask, and she did have a lot to say, but she didn't know where to start.

She thought about it and picked up the simplest question, "Who was that pottery smoke just now?"

"Su Yabing's wife of a boyfriend."

"I asked her what she had to do with you."

She had heard the quarrel just now, and of course knew the relationship between Tao Yan and Su Yabing.

"It doesn't matter."

This answer was simply an indirect refusal to answer, Chi Huan was so sullen that he was too lazy to ignore him, and put his face to the side.

After a while, the man said faintly, "When I checked Su Yabing, I found out her relationship with Shen Hong. She was Shen Hong's wife ... I just gave her the help she needed recently.

"What helps?"

He responded methodically, "She wanted to divorce, but her husband refused, and her family would not allow her to leave. She needs a lawyer. I'll find a lawyer to her satisfaction."

Chi Huan, "... Yue Lin?"

"Ok."

She bit her lower lip. "What's your relationship with Yue Lin?"

"Having been a roommate for six months in college."

Chi Huan didn't respond for a while, and asked ignorantly, "How can you be a roommate with him? Aren't Yue Lin studying law at Stanford?"

The man's knuckle fingers supported the steering wheel, and he tilted his head and glanced at her lightly, "Where did your man go to college and what did you learn? You know the passerby who only saw one side.

Chi Huan inexplicably read a few gloomy dissatisfaction from his usual indifferent tone.

She pouted, "You didn't tell me, I don't even know what you are doing now, how could I know which university you came from."

She is under 21 years old this year, and Mo Shiqian is four years older than her, and seems to have passed her 25th birthday.

In the years when he was her bodyguard, she always thought he had no culture ...

This concept is deeply entrenched. Although new cognitions have been gained later, they have not been updated in the subconscious, and I always feel that he has not attended college.

Mo Shiqian drove the car without saying a word.

Chi Huan remembered that Ou Qin also graduated from Stanford.

She pursed her lips. "You and Yue Lin are classmates, do you also study Stanford Law?"

"almost."

Chi Huan later learned that the point that was almost lagging behind was that he did study law at Stanford, but he had a dual degree in business administration and law.

As for why he only worked with Yue Lin for half a year as a roommate, it was because he did n’t go to college for a long time that he discovered an opportunity at that time and made a lot of money. Because he liked living alone and quiet, he rented a high-end apartment and moved out.

Of course, I made it with my friend Yue Lin at that time.

Chi Huan whispered, "You don't look like you are studying law."

And he is obviously not in this profession.

The man tilted his head and smiled at her, "I didn't study law to be a lawyer."

"So what are you doing?"

He smiled lightly, "Because of leisure."

Chi Huan, "..."

"You and Ou Qin are also classmates?"

"School girl."

Chi Huan was unhappy because she felt inexplicable. She always seemed to be ambiguous.

"She likes you."

"Ok."

"She's excellent, aren't you at all concerned?"

Chi Huan rarely agrees which woman is excellent, but Ou Qin is indeed a recognized talent in the industry and celebrity circles. She also thinks it is well-deserved.

He said lightly, "It's excellent, but it has nothing to do with the heart. I've seen better."

"Even if it's better, haven't you been tempted?"

After a moment of silence, he whispered, "What's the matter?"

This question cannot be answered by Chi Huan.

Mo Shiqian never liked anyone, let alone love.

The thought became clearer in her mind, and then hovered for a while.

"You have many choices, why did you choose me?"

"It's me you want."

This place is right, it was the request she made at first, let him be her man.

She lowered her head. "There should be a lot of women who want you."

The man remained silent for several seconds before the man spoke. "Chi Huan, is this important?" His voice was calm and steady. "Love is only an emotion, and most of the time it is negative. I can give it to you. A lot more can be given. "

Chi Huan was silent.

She didn't know what to say, because she was a little confused.

"Chi Huan, when you liked Mosi's death, you just wanted his people and loyalty. You have no love for me. Can't my whole person and all my loyalties satisfy you?"

The man's voice is deep and nice, with the best sound quality, but the tone is calm and calm.

She didn't speak, she never spoke.

He wanted to think about his words, but his thoughts seemed stiff.

He can speak frankly to a good woman who likes him, saying that he belongs to her, which will allow her to give birth to pride and joy as a woman.

But think of these as having nothing to do with love, these pleasures will inevitably be lost.

The car stopped on the apron of a Chinese restaurant.

Chi Huan lowered her head to loosen her seatbelt. She was about to push behind the car door and get out of the car. A shadow covered her, and she looked up subconsciously, facing the thin lips covered by the man leaning down.

The slender and powerful palm clasped her back of her head, and her flexible tongue pried open her lips and teeth, tangling her long straight.

She didn't respond at first, and then reached out and pushed his chest vigorously-this is a public place, if paparazzi photographed them kissing in the car ...

Thinking of it that way, she struggled even harder.

But before her movements started, the man was pushed deeper into the co-pilot's seat, deeper, harder, and even more rude, kissing like a predatory.