Chapter 291

Chi Huan naturally understood what this meant.

For such a thing, she can not do anything, also can not give any strong advice, in the heart of a sigh, bent over the cup, holding in her hand.

After a short time, moshiqian came back.

He looked so pale that he could not see any emotion except for some tiredness and depression.

When he came in, Chi Huan took a cup of hot tea and delivered it to him. He said in a soft voice, "it's cold outside. You can drink some hot tea."

The man looks at her

But one night plus less than a day of time did not see, but there is a long time apart from the illusion.

Mo Shiqian took over the tea still steaming with one hand, and the other hand held her hand which handed the quilt to her, holding the weak and boneless hand in the palm.

Although he can barely get to the ground, he still uses a wheelchair for walking in order to recover from the wound.

Chi Huan took the cup in his hand and said, "go to dinner. When you are ready, you will come back."

"Good."

Mo Shiqian held her hand and didn't mean to loosen it. Chi Huan didn't take it out by force, but handed the cup to the popular man who stood up.

Fashion looked at her, and then looked at the ink when Qian, from the throat issued a sneer, but still took the cup.

The three sat down in the dining room one by one.

When they were talking, Chi Huan didn't mean to interrupt. He just picked up a spoon and quietly filled a bowl of bone soup for the man, saying it was good for the wound.

Fashion picked up chopsticks and glanced at the dishes on the table.

Finally, he narrowed his eyes and finally fell on the vegetables closest to him. He said with a smile, "how come your cooks seem to have different levels?"

Mo Shiqian was originally looking down at the side of the body a spoon of soup for his woman, smell speech just raised his head, along his line of sight to see the past.

A table of dishes made by five-star chefs is mixed with one or two dishes of novice works, which is almost obvious at a glance.

Chi Huan put the soup in the man's hand, looked up just to his dark eyes, deep as if to suck her in, he said in a low voice, "do you still cook?"

She was accosted by him When I was free, I practiced cooking. I only did two things. "

Mo Shiqian's eyes fell on her fingers, "is the band aid on your hand cut by a kitchen knife?"

There is a band aid on the index finger of her left hand.

He came in and noticed her at the first sight.

"It's OK. It's just a little bit broken. Li Mafei wants to paste it on me."

The man said, "next time you want to practice, ask them to cut the vegetables, you can stir fry them."

Isn't that just a family

Popular glanced at them, while holding their own soup, not salty way, "stir fry casually, hands will also be splashed by oil star, and then stupid point can point to the kitchen."

Chi Huan, "..."

Mo Shiqian looked down at Chi Huan and said after a few seconds, "so, you'd better not enter the kitchen. The oven may be safer. If you're OK, you'd better learn to make cakes."

Chi Huan, "..."

She raised her face and looked at him with a trace of unhappiness in her eyes.

Finally, she bowed her head, picked up her chopsticks to eat, stuffy should a oh.

Mo Shiqian saw that she was not happy, but didn't know what she was unhappy about -

cooking in the kitchen was never something she liked to do or even sneered at?

Popular drink soup, lazy light look at them, casual open, "you don't know women need praise, especially she is clearly love you, want to do something for you."

Chi Huan, "..."

She looked up at him and said, "eat."

I was stabbed. I got angry.

Fashion with a smile, too lazy to tear her apart.

Chi Huan was about to bow down and continue to eat when the man's breath suddenly shrouded.

She tilted her head and the soft lips fell on her face.

Mo Shiqian raised his hand and touched her head. He was affectionate and whispered in a voice that almost only two people could hear. "After a while, I'll make up for you."

Her heart's displeasure then dissipated many, looked up the face to expose the smile to him, "then you eat more I do."

He pulled up his lips and gave a weak smile.

In the process of eating, naturally will talk about Muxi, because it is because of this.

Popular face did not reveal what color, just look ordinary asked, "what are you going to do?"

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will personally go to Brazil to redeem people. The time has been set. The Chinese and American troops stationed in the local area, as well as the international police, have also been contacted."Popular eyebrows a pick, "you Using the clod summer potential? "

With a slight hook on his thin lips, he said lightly, "I've been with Stanford for four years, and it's strange to know some people mixed up in the army?"

“……”

"Are you going to redeem yourself?"

"Of course."

Popular squint, "OK, the money is ready."

…………

After dinner, they chatted on the sofa in the living room for about an hour, and they went back first.

In the evening, Chi Huan helped the man clean his body and helped him to bed. She was about to take his clothes to take a bath. Just before entering the bathroom, her cell phone on the small table in front of the sofa rang.

She looked back and saw that the screen was on. Someone called.

Hesitated for a second, or chose to fold back to answer the phone.

On the screen Is it popular?

He's looking for her?

Was it that Qian didn't receive a call when they were taking a bath in the bathroom just now?

Think so, she still answered the phone neatly.

Before she began to speak, fashion had lowered her voice and took the lead in speaking, "you don't have to talk, and don't talk to Shi Qian After two o'clock in the morning, you come out and I'll wait for you at the door of your villa -- "

for a moment, he added," don't let him find out. "

With that, the phone was cut off.

Chi Huan is holding her cell phone, still a little confused.

But she is facing the window, so Mo Shiqian can't see her face, nor can he see her strange expression. He just saw her answer the phone, but he didn't say a word. He asked, "whose phone number is."

"Oh," Chi Huan regained consciousness, put down his mobile phone, turned to look at him, calm way, "it seems that the wrong number, creaky said a pile of inexplicable hang up I'm going to take a bath

Mo Shiqian's mind was originally on the notebook, and he didn't care much about it. He just said a sentence.

Chi Huan goes into the bathroom with her clothes in her arms.

Two in the morning?

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