Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Wen Yi nodded and let him lead him into the dining room.

A meal is similar to usual, but the conversation is a little less than usual, and the atmosphere is a little less flavorful.

But Mo Shichen didn't seem to notice it, and he didn't tease or say anything to coax her like she was usually depressed, and just finished the meal so naturally.

After Wen Yi finished his meal, he went upstairs with a cup of hot drink. He looked at her back with deep eyes, but he didn't stop her, nor did he follow her up.

She went back to the study room alone, randomly picked a book from the bookshelf, walked to the chair in front of the desk and sat down, opened it again, lowered her head and began to read, but... Although she seemed to read every word, But not a single complete sentence enters the brain.

It is easy for pregnant women to feel sad and magnify their emotions...Is it?

She even blamed that man a little bit, even if what he was doing in the middle of the night was his own business, but his leaving in the middle of the night not only affected her sleep, the incident itself seriously affected her mood.

Thinking about it this way, Wen Yi seemed to have finally found a reason to express her grievances.

When he came up later, she just ignored him. Thinking of this, she felt a lot more comfortable in her heart. The pregnant woman suffered, so why should she make excuses for him? It was his fault. , making her unhappy.

Really annoyed, the door was knocked suddenly.

"Madam, are you there?"

It was Mama Su's voice, maybe it was because she was thinking about him when she was complaining, when she knocked on the door just now, she was moved, but it was not him, and there was some subtle disappointment in her heart.

"Yes, come in."

Mother Su turned the doorknob and walked in, with a kind and soft smile on her face, "Madam, the eldest son asked me to invite you down, he has something to ask for you."

Wen Yi originally had a bit of resentment towards him in her heart, so she immediately said unwillingly, "Wouldn't he come up to me if he needed something?"

He would be ashamed to ask her to run up and down as a pregnant woman.

"This... I don't know, but since the eldest son said so, there may be something special, you should go there."

Wen Yi pursed her lips, with a little far-fetched but still nodded in agreement, "Okay."

She separated the book in her hand and put it backwards, got up and walked out the door.

Mother Su took her to the living room, and hurriedly took out a super thick coat to wrap her up, and then tied a scarf.

Wen Yi was puzzled, and frowned and asked, "Where are the others? Do you want to take me out? But it's very late now."

Although it was not dark yet, because it was still snowing this morning, the sun came out in the afternoon, which was the first clear sky after the snow.

It's almost sunset now, he took her out?

"No, the eldest son said that the weather is fine today, let me take you for a walk in the garden."

The snow has not yet melted, and it is the coldest time, where the weather is good.

But Wen Yi didn't say a word, let Su's mother fiddle with it, and went out after getting dressed.

Although it is cold, it is beautiful.

The afterglow of the setting sun is thinly sprinkled on the white snow, and the two tones of cold and warm blend together, forming a kind of beauty that cannot be destroyed.

Wen Yi saw the figure of the man standing on the snow from a distance.

He was standing on the grass which was not small in size and looked empty in the bleak cold air. He was tall and straight, handsome and straight, smiling slightly, staring at him and her with faint doting eyes, eye-catching like another landscape.

Su's mother was already aware of current affairs, so she withdrew without knowing it.

Wen Yi walked over to him.

After stopping, he looked at him with a pair of eyes, and then looked at the bracket that he didn't know what kind of skill he had used. There should be something like a board on it, which was covered by a white cloth, covering the contents.

She fiddled with the red scarf that buried her chin, and asked with a smile, "Is this what you are going to give me?" While talking, she studied it again, and quickly came to a conclusion, "This is... a painting Bar?"

Sending her a painting, Mr. Mo has gone the literary route.

The smile on Mo Shichen's lips didn't increase or decrease, he only took two steps back and stood behind her, "Let's take a look first."

Wen Yi felt arrogant and disgusted, and stretched out his hand to pull the white cloth, "You asked me to come out to see your paintings in such a cold day, and you can't read them in the study..."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

The shocked expression just stagnated on his face.

She covered her face with one hand, she was still a little dazed.

As she guessed, it was indeed a painting, an oil painting.

The content of the painting is exactly the color of snow under the setting sun, white and warm intertwined, bitingly cold and yet softly warm.

It is not difficult to recognize that the place in the painting is the manor.

To be more precise, it is the range they are in.

In the painting, a man in a long black coat kneels on one knee, while standing in front of him is a woman in a light-colored coat with shoulder-length hair but tied up around her neck by a red scarf.

Looking at the clothes, hairstyles, and even the blurred appearance, you can easily tell that the people in the painting are them.

In his painting... it is this moment, this scene and this person... it is the moment when she lifts the white cloth.

How could she not be shocked.

After staying there for ten seconds, she suddenly realized that the scene in the painting was a marriage proposal.

Perhaps she should have hesitated for a few more seconds as a preparation, but her mind was suddenly blurred, or people are not as calm and rational as usual at such times, she turned around in a daze, and happened to make no mistakes She met the man's deep eyes with a smile.

He was indeed on one knee.

She is still in shock, how this man made the content of this painting into a proposal scene, Mo Shichen has already opened his mouth slowly, generally speaking, if he has the heart, he should have already guessed the lines of the proposal Thousands of times, but he looked into her eyes with deep and quiet eyes, and every word seemed to be said on the spot.

"When I first recovered my memory, what I thought most was not the five years I was away," he said in a low voice and slowly, "but the first time you knew me...you like me, and so do I." You have a good impression, but we didn't really know each other. Think about it, if you count the regrets and faults in the blank years, it should be counted on me..."

Wen Yi stood there, staring at him in a daze, unable to tell what it was like, maybe it was everything.

She was no longer a young girl in love. She was married, divorced, widowed, reunited, divorced, and reconciled. She has experienced too much emotionally.

But at this moment, her heart was still numb and hot like the palm of an overexercised hand.

"I turned a deaf ear to my own good feelings. I liked Muse, but I didn't have the enthusiasm to fight for it with all my heart. You are different from me. You have to fight for everything you like. Life seems long, but it is also very short, just like you Before, I couldn't count what I had to do, and I was willing to sacrifice all other things in exchange for what I had to get. If it wasn't you who came to me in the first place, I would have married anyone else just like I married you—"