good night warlord

After the meal, Mo Nanzhi got up to clean up the dishes, and Chi Xianmin rolled up his sleeves and followed into the kitchen.

"Have you ever washed the dishes?" Mo Nanzhi was a little skeptical. He is the young master of the Chi family, and he has done such a thing?

"No." Chi Xianmin replied frankly, but this did not affect his continued actions:

"It doesn't mean you can't do it if you haven't washed it before. How difficult can it be to wash a bowl?"

The tone was casual, but the movements were serious and careful. Looking at his handsome profile, Mo Nanzhi was a little lost in thought.

He is the man that many women dream of, regardless of his status, status, or appearance, he is one in a million.

But now, for her, he was here doing something he had never done before.

When he first said he liked her, she thought it was a game, a whim of his idleness.

However, he told her again and again that it was not what she thought.

He is ruthless to others, but he is different to her. He will restrain his anger, restrain his bad temper, he cherishes the words of others like gold, but talks about love to her.

Fearing that she would be bullied, he left his job and ran to the mountains to make a shield for her.

He stayed up all night and drove her to Hancheng to see the true face of his mother and sister, just so that she would not be deceived and hurt her feelings.

And what has she done for him?

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Huh?" The man looked sideways, and Mo Nanzhi was startled when he blurted out what was in his heart.

Seeing the slight smile in his eyes, her eyes panicked a little, but she really wanted to know this question:
"Why are you so nice to me? Chi Xianmin."

She handed him the plate in a panic, and the man could tell from her anxious movements, he smiled lightly, took the plate and put it under the tap to rinse, while saying:
"Call me Ah Xian."

"Huh?" Mo Nanzhi couldn't react because of his wrong answer.

Chi Xianmin said it again:
"I want to hear you call me Ah Xian."

Ah Xian.

Mo Nanzhi recalled it in her heart, a feeling of intimacy and warmth arose in her heart, she said curiously:
"Is that your nickname?"

She guessed.

Chi Xianmin's voice was not loud, but very clear:
"No, I don't have a nickname, I just want you to call me that."

Mo Nanzhi opened his mouth slightly, and his movements froze for a moment. He took the plate and she forgot to let go. He turned his eyes and looked at her.

The sound of the water was murmuring, and his expression was as gentle as water.

Mo Nanzhi let go of his fingers. Fortunately, he had already caught it in his hand, otherwise the plate would have fallen on the floor. He smiled dumbly:
"Call me, let me listen."

Mo Nanzhi might as well look at his narrow eyes, and lower his head to fiddle with the dishes:
"I... I'm not used to it."

Her reaction was within his expectation, the man curled his lips:
"You'll get used to it someday."

His fingers are beautiful. In his hands, the white porcelain dishes become like a work of art. All the dishes quickly become clean in the man's hands, and they need to be rinsed with clean water for a second time. Mo Nanzhi reminded him:
"you have not answer my question yet."

"Do you know that your good friend Gu Qingyi planned to introduce you to Fu Yansheng at the beginning?"

Mo Nanzhi was once again confused by his wrong answer.

"..." She was very surprised, how could he know about this, and, is it related to her problem?

He said slowly:

"You are wonderful, beautiful, and kind.

In the eyes of our group of people, what attracts us may not be those well-known ladies and daughters, those disguised impeccable faces that we are too familiar with, but you are special.

There are too many filthy and complicated people around us, and we don’t need to achieve any purpose through marriage, let alone need to be wary of the calculations of the person next to us every day after we get married.

What I want to find is the woman I love, she makes me feel comfortable and at ease, she makes me want to protect, and makes me yearn for the days when she will be around in my future life.

That she is you. "

Although it is difficult to explain this thing, sometimes it may be a look in the rain, and sometimes it may be a look back when you turn around. At a certain moment, it touches your heart, and the feeling arises spontaneously.

It is precisely because it feels too illusory that she is even more uncertain:

"There should be many ordinary girls like me." Mo Nanzhi felt that there were not many, but a handful.

"Don't underestimate yourself. If you still feel that my reasons are not enough to convince you, then let me ask you, if one day I have nothing and am heavily in debt, will you leave me?"

He turned to look at her, and Mo Nanzhi replied subconsciously:

"will not."

If other women answered so quickly, Chi Xianmin would not believe it at all, because those women have never experienced the feeling of having nothing at all, and they would agree, but they felt that the probability of such a thing happening was very small, and they bet It's the kind of thing that can never happen.

But it was her who answered, so it was different.

He was very satisfied with her reaction, the gentleness on his face gradually calmed down a lot, he continued to rinse, his voice and the sound of water seemed to be flowing into the distance:

"That's enough. I'm the eldest son in the family, but my biological mother is not in the Chi family.

My parents are married.

When I was ten years old, my father's investment failed and he was in debt of 50 billion. It was nothing to the Chi family now, but to the Chi family at that time, it was bankrupt.

My father searched all over his relatives and friends to raise some capital to turn around, but was swept away by my mother, my father went to my grandparents' house to argue, and my custody rights became my mother's bargaining chip.

My father, my grandparents and I slept on the street and were homeless. The Song family took us in.

My grandparents beat me and scolded me whenever my father was away. They hated my mother, so they used me to vent their resentment.

Later, when my father married the daughter of the Song family, I moved out. With the help of the Song family, the Chi family became better and better, but it had nothing to do with me.

Since then, I have been walking alone. Everyone only knows that I am the young master of the Chi family, and I am very beautiful, but no one understands that I have no home.

I used to think that it doesn't matter if a person lives a lifetime, until I met you, a seed in my heart gradually sprouted.

Today, it is already a towering tree. "

Mo Nanzhi seemed to be listening to a story, because the storyteller was too calm.

She finally understood why Qingyi once said that he was withdrawn, but the him in front of her was different.

There was a burst of distress in my heart.

Although they both have a cruel mother, she is lucky in comparison.

Because she had nothing from the very beginning, and when she knew that she was cheated by her mother, she had grown up and had him by her side.

As for him, a ten-year-old boy, he was used as a bargaining chip by his biological mother and an object of anger by his grandparents.

He was so angry with what her mother and sister did, and got angry several times, was it because he also remembered that painful experience?But he still endured with her.

If she hadn't forced her to ask today, would he have never told her that he would always bear it alone?How could he not make her feel bad.

She took a step forward, circled him from behind, gently, leaned on him, and said softly:

"A Xian, I will never leave you, forever."