Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

The distance from Jiangcheng to Feilan City is not long. Less than three hours after talking to Wen Yi, Mo Shiqian heard the secretary knock on the door and came in to report that Mo Shichen was coming. He replied without raising his head, "Please." He comes in."

"Good President."

After Mo Shiqian returned to Lancheng, he was still the president of Clod-Summer Asia.

After the secretary closed the door and went out, he raised his head and flipped through it, found a notebook, picked up the signature pen at the side, and wrote something smoothly on the white paper with the tip of the pen.

When Mo Shichen pushed the door and entered, he saw that he was tearing a piece of paper out of the notebook.

He went to the desk.

Mo Shiqian raised his eyes, met those warm and deep eyes, held the tissue paper between his fingers, stretched out his hand and handed it to him, and said flatly, "What you want."

Mo Shichen glanced down and raised his hand to take it. There was a light but warm smile on his lips, "Wen Yi asked you to give it to me?"

Mo Shiqian was noncommittal, "I'm very busy and don't have time to spend with you."

Mo Shichen's tone was flat, "You can text me a few hours earlier to save me this trip."

What responded to him was a cold sneer, "You still expect me to take the initiative in your own affairs?"

After a moment of silence, Mo Shichen held the paper in his hand, turned around blankly and prepared to leave.

The man in the swivel chair spoke again, "That woman, are you planning to send someone to pick her up in the United States, or are you planning to go in person?"

Mo Shichen didn't speak, and turned around to look at him again.

Mo Shiqian curled his lips coldly, "When you came to Lancheng five years ago, you came after Wen Yi, so don't bother me again for the same thing."

It's a pity that the more some things are brought up, the more they feel disgusted, and the easier it is to say a word.

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Before meeting Mo Shiqian, Mo Shichen didn't consider whether to send someone to pick up Li Qianrui, or pick her up himself.

But since Mo Shiqian said that...he naturally chose the former.

The meaning in his words is so obvious, how could he not understand it.

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When Wen Yi saw Mo Shichen and Li Qianrui from afar at the airport, she sincerely felt that such a coincidence could only be called fate, or——a fate.

Ye Siran noticed that Wen Yi, who was walking side by side with him, suddenly stopped, and turned his head to look at her in surprise, "Yi'er, what's the matter?"

Wen Yi put her hand on the trolley of the suitcase, looked back at her, and smiled, "Sister-in-law, do you think Jiangcheng is very small?"

"Well, it doesn't seem big, it's small compared to Paris..." Ye Siran saw that her expression was different, blinked her eyes, and repeated the previous question in confusion, "What's the matter?"

Wen Yi didn't answer, but raised her chin, "Here, I saw Mr. Mo."

Um?

Ye Siran followed her gaze and chin to point in the past direction, and sure enough, he easily saw Mo Shichen who stood out from the crowd.

It was gradually entering late autumn, and the temperature in Jiangcheng was already on the low side. The man was wearing a thin black trench coat with a casual style. The style was simple and slim, which made his already slender figure even more upright.

He stood casually, followed by a few men who were probably bodyguards. From the angle they stood, he could only see the man's side face. He lowered his head, raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, It seems that I have been waiting for a long time and I am not in a happy mood.

Ye Siran frowned, and asked Wen Yi, "Is he waiting for us?"

Wen Yi was very calm, "According to my judgment, no."

Ye Siran frowned even tighter, and after thinking about it for a few seconds, he said decisively, "Since we have encountered it, let's go over."

Wen Yi turned her head to look at her, "Sister-in-law, didn't you say that this time when you come to Jiangcheng for vacation, it's just the two of us, and even my brother is not allowed to come with you?"

Ye Siran was silent for a moment, raised his hand to touch his nose, and said innocently, "I've touched it, and I can't say hello without saying hello, right? You see, our bodyguards didn't bring them, and we had to push the suitcase by ourselves." Let’s go take a taxi and ask him to take us to the hotel... Men, sometimes they are used to be enslaved, if you don’t enslave yourself, maybe you will be enslaved by others.”

Wen Yi stared at her for a while, "Sister-in-law, tell me the truth, why did my brother order you to bring me here?"

Ye Siran blinked, and then said righteously, "He made me angry, I'm here for vacation!"

Wen Yi withdrew her gaze, and didn't bother to press her any further. Her sister-in-law was a hubby, and she couldn't get any useful information out of her mouth. Besides, she probably could guess what her brother wanted to do.

She said lightly, "Let's go, tell him later that you're the one who teased me to come, otherwise he would have to travel so far to monitor him for me."

"How come, everyone who knows you knows that you are not so boring."

Ye Siran moved quickly, pushing the suitcase and was about to turn the direction, but before she could take a step, she stopped immediately. She squinted her eyes and looked at the bodyguard in the wheelchair who was surrounded by a bodyguard in a black suit. The young girl who was being pushed by the handsome man immediately had an unpleasant intuition, her eyebrows frowned, and her face became a little colder.

Sure enough, the wheelchair was pushed directly in Mo Shichen's direction.

The man who waited indifferently and impatiently also saw the wheelchair, he straightened up a little, his handsome face showed no obvious ups and downs, he just looked at her, and called her name in a low voice.

Ye Siran saw Li Qianrui, and Wen Yi naturally saw it too.

She wore a white sweater, a loose cashmere skirt, and her long black hair hung over her shoulders. When she saw the man she missed day and night, tears burst out of her eyes uncontrollably.

Hearing him call her name, she couldn't restrain her emotions any longer, stopped the wheelchair directly, then stood up, ran towards the man who was walking slowly, and threw herself into his arms, arms tightly Hugging his waist tightly, he broke down and burst into tears.

This scene immediately attracted the attention of many passers-by.

Ye Siran's palm-sized face had completely cooled down, and she didn't care about the suitcase. She stepped on her newly bought boots and was about to go forward, but within two steps, she was pulled back by Wen Yi behind.

"Sister-in-law, what are you doing, tear it up or do it?"

Ye Siran turned around, frowned and looked at her seriously, "Yi'er, let me tell you, some things have to be extinguished as soon as they are small flames, you just watch." Let it go, it will have a chance to become a raging fire, this kind of woman is beaten by your brother, and I shoveled it clean."

Wen Yi still held her hand with unabated strength, "Sister-in-law, those flames you put out are destined not to become a raging fire. Mo Shichen and my brother are not the same way," she paused, her tone changed Liang, "There is a word called Rusang Kao concubine, which makes people very sad and anxious. People are dead relatives now. Let's go there now. It's called God's Assist."