Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

When Wen Yi said this, her eyes were still looking at the screen in front of her, and her tone didn't fluctuate much.

And Mo Shichen stared at her deeply in the dim light.

"Movie selection...um."

Just as she was about to turn her face to talk to him, she was kissed by the man's thin lips.

Mo Shichen avoided the wound and hugged her, kissing her.

After kissing like this for about a minute, he rubbed the tip of his handsome nose against her cheek, and laughed hoarsely, "What movie did you choose?"

"A violent thriller."

"..."

Mo Shichen didn't know what was so ridiculous about it, but he just smiled while playing with the woman's hair, "Is this your taste?"

Wen Yi said lightly, "In case you look at it and then don't look at it and harass me."

"..."

At any rate, she knows him a little bit, and movies are generally attractive to him. He probably doesn't have much interest in love and romance movies, detective crime movies, she thinks he might not be too disdainful, or violent thrillers. Well, direct enough and attention-grabbing.

"Okay, if you say watching a movie, just watch the movie."

Half an hour later, Wen Yi felt that she had deeply overestimated her tolerance for discomfort.

The bloody scene was really disgusting, so she silently turned her gaze away from the screen.

After more than ten seconds, out of curiosity, she turned her head to look at the man beside her.

Then she caught him off guard and looked straight at him, bumping into his line of sight.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she clutched her chest in fright.

Mo Shichen propped his head up and looked down at her, but when he saw this, he seemed to find it funny, so he immediately laughed out loud.

"..."

She glared at him, then turned her gaze back to the screen.

It happened to be a close-up shot of bloody flesh, the wound was so rotten that it was about to grow maggots, Wen Yi decisively turned her head away again.

Her reaction fell into the eyes of the man, Mo Shichen supported his head and let out a pleasant laugh.

The sound surrounding the entire theater suddenly fell silent. Wen Yi saw that the movie had been paused by the man.

"It's too boring, don't watch it."

"Well, it's boring, change another one?"

"up to you."

Mo Shichen didn't know much about movies, so he picked a movie at random and played it.

What Wen Yi showed just now was an Italian movie without subtitles.

This one... too.

The title is playing at this time.

Wen Yi looked at the words above and pursed her lips tightly. A few seconds later, she stared at the man's face.

Mo Shichen was judging what kind of thing it was, and he lowered his head after noticing her gaze. Seeing the woman's complexion, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter, don't you like it?"

"Master Mo, you are really not considerate at all."

"..."

He looked at her, and then at the screen again, "I thought you liked this kind of exotic literary films."

"Are you humiliating me?"

The man frowned, "Are you looking for trouble with me?"

Wen Yi pulled the corners of her lips, "Look at the movie you chose, Arabic, don't you know that I don't understand Arabic, or did you ignore it?" She said in a cool and lazy tone, "Anyway No matter what it is, you are not considerate enough and don't understand me."

"..."

Mo Shichen wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't find the right words for a while, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He doesn't know.

"Before you graduated, you had learned twelve languages, and you were proficient in ten of them. In the few years since you took over the company, you learned four more, making a total of sixteen languages. Which ones are proficient and which ones can be communicated without hindrance? I can do it all Count them out."

That's not counting the five years he lost, otherwise he might know more.

"Wen Yi," he said in a deep voice, "it's not fair."

How long had she known him, and how much time had he known her.

Wen Yi smiled, and said indifferently, "Probably."

"Wen Yi."

She reached out and took the remote control in his hand, "For another, just watch a Chinese movie, a costume movie."

The woman lowered her head and turned over, no waves or ripples could be seen on her face.

"If I recover my memory, will you have more confidence in me?"

"It's hard to say, you didn't give me any confidence five years ago."

The movie starts quickly.

Wen Yi watched a movie, Mo Shichen watched her.

One is seemingly careless, and the other is more and more secretive.

…………

After dark, Wen Yi wanted to go back to the apartment, but Mo Shichen still sent a driver to take her off.

The manor is lit with lights all around and it is beautiful.

Mo Shichen escorted her to the car, his handsome face under the warm yellow light showed an indescribably lonely and quiet look.

"You won't go to work on weekends, I will send someone to pick you up."

The driver had already opened the rear door.

Wen Yi stood beside the car, and when she was about to bend down to get on the car, she remembered something, turned her head and smiled at the man standing half a meter away, "You're not really unhappy because I said you're inconsiderate, are you?"

"It's cold, get in the car."

"I just picked on you on purpose. I asked my mother this question, but she might not even know."

The man said lightly, "I'm not your mother."

"..."

Wen Yi shrugged and said meaninglessly, "Okay, whatever you want."

After she finished speaking, she got into the car, and the black Lambo left.

Mo Shichen stood in the night wind and took a long time to turn around.

…………

Mo Shichen was going back to work on Monday, and Wen Yi also agreed to Wen's mother to go back to work at the company. Wen Yi would still accompany him in the manor for two days on the weekend as he wished, playing with the dog, reading books, watching movies, and basking in the sun , but also very comfortable.

Only at four o'clock in the afternoon on Sunday, Wen Yi received a call from Mo Shiqian.

"I'll be at the airport in an hour, come and see me off."

"I send you?"

"Well, I have a gift for you."

"You? Gift? For me?"

"..."

Mo Shiqian lost the patience to communicate with her, and said flatly, "I told you to come, you won't regret it if you come, do you think I'm idle?"

"..."

Mo Shiqian wants to give her a gift?

Wen Yisu knew his character, thought that he might indeed have something important to tell him, so she agreed without thinking, "Okay, I'll come right over."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yi was about to talk to Mo Shichen, when he realized that he was staring straight at her, with a slight smile on his lips, and an unspeakable danger in his eyes. Want to go there?"

"..."

She smiled at him, "Yes, what's the problem?"

"You call him now and say you're not going."

"I don't fight."

Mo Shichen stared at her, smiling sinisterly with his handsome features.

Wen Yi got up and was about to leave.

But before she took two steps, she was dragged back to the bed by the man, and the next second, he snatched the phone from her hand.

"Mo Shichen—"

He had already seen the call log with her mobile phone.

Oh, not Shen Yu.

The corners of Mo Shichen's lips curled up slightly, "Yi'er, do you really like to see me jealous for you?"