Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

The heights of the two are almost the same, and their temperaments overlap, but the difference is more obvious. Mo Shichen's brows and eyes have a hint of yuppiness, but they don't look frivolous. It also has a windy temperament.

This is a high-end residential area, the corridors are clean and bright, and there is only a bit of luxury and expensive but inhuman desertedness.

Mo Shichen pulled his thin lips and smiled, "Mr. Xiao Wen seems to be dissatisfied with me?"

Wen Hanye said, "Don't dare."

"..."

The man's handsome face was always covered with a mask-like smile, and his tone was gentle, but his intentions were obvious, "I know that I probably did a lot of things to hurt Wen Yi in the past, but for now, she is still mine. Wife..." His tone was deliberately paused for a few seconds, and the corners of his lips were raised, "It will be in the future."

Wen Hanye smiled, "Only... have you hurt her in the past?"

Mo Shichen narrowed his eyes, and his smile seemed to have faded, but the arc was still there, "It seems that Xiao Wen is very dissatisfied with me."

Wen Hanye shrugged his shoulders needlessly, with a casual smile on his face, "To tell you the truth, they are all men. If Wen Yi wasn't my sister, I would understand you very well."

Mo Shichen raised his eyebrows silently, and smiled softly, "The implication is, as a brother, don't you think I'm a good candidate to be with your sister?"

Wen Hanye asked in surprise, "Does Mr. Mo think he is a good match?"

"..."

A few seconds later, with a smile on the corner of Mo Shichen's lips, he nodded without any psychological barriers, "Of course."

"..."

Wen Hanye shook his head, with a smirk on his lips, "When it comes to thick skin, sir, you are really hard to come by."

"..."

Mo Shichen spread his hands, "I'm sincere to her, we are all men, Mr. Xiao Wen, do you also doubt my sincerity?"

Wen Hanye had nowhere to put his hands, so he put them in his pockets, squinting his eyes at him, trying to smile, "That woman named Li Qianrui, I heard that she has reached the point where you are talking about marriage. The kidnappers don’t even know where they are, but you’re here to sleep with my sister and courteously... Tsk, although your emotional experience is not as rich as mine, but the speed and efficiency of turning over the story are faster than mine, so you can’t accept it.”

Mo Shichen's face remained unchanged, and he smiled clearly, "You brothers and sisters think I'm too heartless?"

Wen Hanye nodded, sighed, very embarrassed, "You also broke up with Muse in the first place, and then married my sister on a blind date... If you say goodbye, you will stop, but this group of women will never forget you."

Mo Shichen's handsome face was cold and desolate, with a smile that was not a smile, "It's a breakup. I want to marry your sister. If we don't get married tomorrow, we will get married next year. Why waste such a long time pestering her?" Stretching to the end of the world?"

If it is broken, it is broken, and if it is chosen, it is chosen.

Just like when he was in Jiangcheng, he chose Li Qianrui. He neither regarded himself as Mo Shichen nor Wen Yi as his wife.

And now the choice has changed, but his approach has not changed in essence.

"The reason you pester her now is because she is your wife, and you just happened to have a little interest in her, so she is incomparable to you, the only correct choice, just like when you lost your memory and wandered in Jiangcheng , Li Qianrui is the right choice for you..."

Wen Hanye's voice has a kind of deliberately protracted laziness, but it is always filled with cool spirit, "But the right choice may not always be the right one. After you married my sister, you often had ambiguities with Muse. You abandoned Li Qianrui didn't blink either, for you, no woman is irreplaceable, not to mention that this little bit just coincides with interest... Mr. Mo, you are not the only one who can make the right choice."

For Wen Yi, it was the right choice to completely reject the possibility of this relationship even at the beginning.

He didn't just hurt her in the past, he would in the future.

Mo Shichen didn't speak anymore.

He looked at Wen Hanye, and then at the closed door behind him.

Wen Hanye didn't say any more, stood up straight, and walked past him.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator door opened, and Wen Hanye had already walked straight into the elevator, and quickly disappeared on this floor.

Mo Shichen stood in the cold and quiet corridor with bright and white lights for a long time, then took a step forward, pressed the password with his finger, then pushed the door and walked in.

The lights in the apartment were basically turned off, but Wen Hanye was probably afraid that Wen Yi would wake up in the middle of the night, so he left the floor lamp next to the sofa in the living room, the light was dim and yellow, and it seemed even quieter in this quiet night.

He gently pushed open the bedroom door, and in the dim light, he vaguely saw the figure of a woman rising and falling on the bed, lying sideways, wondering if she was asleep.

He went to the bed.

The curtains were not drawn, and the moon hanging quietly in the night cast the bright white light in. She closed her eyes and breathed evenly. Maybe she drank wine, so she fell asleep quickly, but there was still a thin film on her face. red.

It's just that Mo Shichen noticed that the woman under the quilt was still wearing the white dress from the banquet.

Although Wen Hanye was her real brother, there was no difference between a man and a woman when he kissed an adult, so he simply wiped her face with a hot towel, and it was impossible for him to change her clothes with his own hands.

He turned on the bedside lamp, scratched the woman's nose with his fingers, and whispered, "Wen Yi."

The woman frowned and moved her head, but there was no sign of opening her eyes.

…………

The next morning, Wen Yi woke up with her eyes open at the usual time. She helped her drowsy head to sit up, and patted her face to dispel the drowsiness.

After sitting for nearly three to five minutes, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, but when her feet hit the ground, she suddenly realized something. She lowered her head and looked at the nightdress she was wearing... her face suddenly changed.

She remembered... She drank a few glasses of volts last night. Although she was a little drunk, she still knew that it was her brother who sent her back.

Her brother wouldn't be so perverted to change her clothes, would he?

That guy is very precocious, he understands the difference between men and women before entering junior high school, and he avoids privacy before she starts to develop.

Sitting by the bed for a while, she comforted herself, maybe she felt uncomfortable sleeping in the skirt last night, so she changed it herself, anyway, she would enter the amnesia fragmentation mode when she was drunk.

Thinking of this, she felt relieved a lot, got up and walked into the bathroom to wash up.

Standing in front of the sink squeezing toothpaste with no energy, she accidentally looked up into the glasses, her complexion changed drastically and she was stunned.

In the clean mirror, there was a clear reflection of the dark red and purple mark on the collarbone under her neck——

If it wasn't for the hickey, there would be no other explanation.