Chapter 550

In a moment, her eyes were full of wine, and her eyes were full of wine.

She suddenly said, "Mo Shi Qian."

"Well?"

"I want to see where you've lived all these years, OK?"

The man looked at her, a bit surprised, but still did not hesitate to nod, "nature."

Her hand held up the glass of red wine and gently shook it. The liquor was like a smile on her face. "Then you can cook for me in the evening. I want to eat Chinese food. I think no matter how good the Chinese restaurant cooks are, they can't match you."

Mo Shiqian said with a smile, "do you want to see where I live or let me cook for you?"

"All of them, can't you?"

"Yes," he said with a low smile as he looked at her slightly pursed lips. "Whatever your royal highness says."

She coughed softly. "Then you can go back later and have your servants get the ingredients ready, and then have a holiday at night."

The man looked at her eyes color changed, become deep and hot.

Chi Huan guessed what he was thinking and what he wanted to say, but he didn't say anything at all. He put down his glass, propped up his chin, and looked out.

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In the evening, Rolls Royce slowly drove into the milky white luxury villa in the afterglow of the sunset.

Chi Huan sat on the co pilot and glanced casually, "don't you live in the Lawrence family manor or something?"

She remembered what newspaper she had read about, the size of the estate where the Lawrence family lived

"No

"Oh Is mo Shichen still a person floating outside or going back? "

The man patiently answered her, "he went back to the manor and the company, but he has been listed on the death list and needs some time to deal with his identity."

"How is your relationship with him?"

Mo Shi Qian turned his head to look at her and said quietly, "what relationship can I have with him?"

He and moshichen have always been two separate individuals who are closely related but not very familiar.

Oh, for moschen, he is still the kidnapper of his sweetheart.

Chi Huan, "..."

She thought to herself that at least they were brothers, and the two people had the same coldness towards each other. Although she had no good feelings for Lawrence and the Lawrence family, she had no bad impression on moschen.

When she got off the bus, she was surprised that All of them have mentioned Moshen, and he didn't "by the way" tell her when Mo Shichen can take over his present position.

Mo Shiqian opened the co driver's door for her and led her all the way in.

When he got to the living room, he slowly took off his suit and hung it on the hanger. He looked back at the little woman who was looking around with his eyes open. His thin lips held a smile and said, "what do you want to drink?"

She blinked. "It's cold. I want hot tea."

The man said, rolled up the sleeves of his dark blue shirt, turned into the kitchen and made a pot of new tea for her. After pouring a cup for her, he whispered in the dense fragrance of tea, "I'm going to cook, and you can play by yourself?"

"I'll go around by myself. If there is any place in your villa that can't be seen or entered, let me know first, so as not to offend me."

Mo modesty low eyes looked at her for a while, the side does not change the color of the light voice back, "I you can enter, not to mention my place."

Chi Huan, "..."

She looked up and looked at this very serious, can not see in the play hooligan's handsome face for a few seconds, the face turned around without expression.

Who entered who?

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She went straight up to the second floor, which should be the living room and study.

The second floor is very quiet. The corridor is covered with carpets, and the walls are still hung with mounted paintings. She looks at them one by one and thinks that they should not be moshiqian's masterpiece. He is not so leisurely.

It's probably Tangtang's.

From the car into the villa, she can scan the flowers and grass within reach, she felt the traces of the existence of the Begonia.

It was a woman of literature and art and at home, and her style appeared in the whole villa.

Some women are like this, look too not bright, very dull, but through, even if people are not in, things are gone, but always vaguely leave something, real quiet but powerful.

She felt that there was always one or two points that didn't taste very good.

Xia Tang Tang's bedroom has been cleaned up by the servants into a hotel style room, the room is empty, the bed has become white, spotless.

Little mango's, her bed is much smaller, you can see at a glance.

Three bedrooms she finally pushed the door into is mo Shiqian's bedroom, the door opened she was stunned, and then involuntarily covered half of her face, but still could not cover the unexpected hook out of the smile.This man is really Sullen.

It's boring and coquettish.

The design of the bedroom is very simple. The main color is gray. It is clean and cold. At first glance, there is almost no superfluous thing in the past. Only the huge poster on the wall appears to be out of place and destroys the aesthetic feeling.

The person on the poster, of course, is her.

It should have been a photo taken by her, but she has taken many photos over the years. I can't remember when she took it. She took it on the beach by the sea.

The background is the golden light when the sun is setting. She is wearing a bikini inside, and she is wearing a long shawl like a Tulle outside. She is blown by the sea breeze. What she catches is her smile when she walks barefoot on the soft sand.

Hazy sexy, sweet lazy, but more like a cat like mystery and cunning.

She stood in the room and looked at it for a long time. At last, she felt very satisfied.

Beautiful.

She was the only one in his bedroom, without any traces of Begonia, which also satisfied her.

Leaving Mo Shiqian's bedroom, she opened the door of his study again.

Quiet, heavy and dark.

The bookshelves with books and dark decoration have a kind of classical solemnity.

Only the two bright red roses on the desk adorn the only color of this space.

Chi Huan slowly walked over and sat down in the black leather rotating chair behind his desk. He imagined him sitting here reading or working. There were two fresh roses in the vase.

Next to the vase, there are several photo frames in order.

It's all her, and it's her.

Stills, portraits, advertisements and life photos are also available.

There is a photo frame, because of the design, the top of the expenditure, a chain around several circles hanging on it, the chain hanging a ring.

Her heart suddenly shrank.

She knew the ring, which he gave her when he proposed to her five years ago.

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