Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

Across a dark alley, opposite stood a beautiful and elegant woman.

She was wearing a simple black coat, her long hair was blown by the cold wind, she looked at the seriously hurt man, and finally fell on Chi Huan's body, frowned slightly, with a sigh in her expression.

It's Wen Yi.

"You send him first..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a panicking voice, "Shi Qian!"

Liang Manyue got off the taxi and ran over.

It wasn't that she knew Mo Shiqian was here from the beginning, but because Wen Zhang and Chi Huan stood there with their own auras that attracted people's attention, she ran over when she saw Chi Huan.

Then naturally I saw the seriously injured man.

Even though she was originally dressed in black, the light was almost dim, and only the outline of the person could be seen clearly, but the man's black body seemed to be stained dark red with blood.

Wet the ground.

Compared with the bright red blood, it is not so shocking, but it is easier to enlarge the panic by imagination.

What's more, the unhealed injury from the car accident, the second injury from getting out of bed, and the merciless attack by three or four men...

No need to zoom in anymore.

Liang Manyue rushed over without thinking about it, and helped him from the hands of several bodyguards. Tears came out directly, and there was a cry in her voice, "How are you, the doctor has already said that you can't get out of bed anymore." Why did you sneak out again..."

The silent cry was especially clear in this not quiet night.

It seemed that the night was also quiet.

Looking at Chi Huan, Wen Yi still turned his head to the bodyguards and whispered, "Be careful and take him to the hospital."

"Yes."

Chi Huan's gaze had already fallen on Mo Shiqian's body. She stepped on high heels, stepped forward, stopped, took another step, and then stopped again.

Liang Manyue cried so much, but a single tear did not fall on her face.

She still didn't walk over.

Because Wen Yi has already come to her.

Her voice is low and soft, with a gentle illusion, but she speaks neatly and clearly, "I won't stop you if you want to go, but you want to be clear, you are now in the past, did you think about it clearly? And accept the consequences of the past, or it's just a momentary intolerance and impulse-if it's just an impulse, it's better to bear it.

Better to bear it.

to beat……

These three characters are like black and white, and they are played in her mind countless times, and there is no other content.

Mo Shiqian was carried by the bodyguard and walked past her eyes.

She saw his face, handsome, frowning, injured, still grim.

His arms fell, and the dark red blood tickled down his fingertips, dripping all the way.

Her eyes never leave him, but her face seems to be numb by the cold wind, without expression.

There was a "pop".

Another slap, accompanied by extreme anger, fell on her face.

It hit the half of the face that the woman slapped before, even harder.

Wen Yiyi frowned and looked at Chi Huan. Seeing that she had no expression or reaction, he didn't stop or say anything.

Liang Manyue was trembling with anger, and looked at her with hatred and hatred, "Why do you treat him this way? Chi Huan, how can you bear to treat him this way?"

"How can you be so cruel? How could there be a woman who is such a cruel you? He drags his unhealthy body to find you, and you let him faint and leave him alone, or a kind passerby will take him to the hospital and he will follow you What was done for you and given to you during the time we were together, wouldn't it be a little more kind than a passerby? You woman, are you willing to kill him?"

Looking at Wen Yi, Chi Huan's face was so pale with no blood, no amount of delicate makeup could cover her haggard face at this time, her facial features were stiff, and her facial nerves stopped working.

She has no expression, no great grief, as if dead still.

In fact, she understands this feeling very well. The external collapse is the vent of emotions, and the internal collapse is the emptying of a person's everything from the beginning of the spirit.

But in Liang Manyue's view, she is indifferent.

She was not moved, no regrets, not even guilt, let alone distressed.

She was indifferent.

How could there be such a cold-blooded and selfish woman?

She raised her hand just to slap her again.

But this time, her hand was intercepted by Wen Yi.

Chi Huan finally had a reaction. She raised her eyelids and said in an emotional voice, "Since you care about him so much, follow him to the hospital. What's the use of beating me?"

Liang Manyue looked at her pitch-dark, non-wavering eyes, and couldn't swallow at all, but there was no way, she still withdrew her hand, trotting to the car that followed Shiqian to the hospital.

Looking at her, Chi Huan envied this woman in vain.

This was the second time she envied Liang Manyue.

The first time was before she was with Mo Shiqian, she felt that who had such a handsome and loyal boyfriend was very enviable.

Then it is now, whether there is a result or not, whether she can get feedback, at least she can pass—

She can also do without results, without any feedback...

Oh, but she can't.

Wen Yi said softly, "Miss Chi."

Chi Huan heard her own voice, stiff Liao Ran, "Thank you."

"Really don't go to the hospital to see it?"

She looked at her blankly, "I'm going...what can I do?"

"Ironing his heart...It's like blowing a breath on a wound. It doesn't actually have any effect, but it just feels like the wound is being cared for. Then, it doesn't hurt so much. As long as you open his eyes, , He will feel that no matter how much he receives, it doesn’t matter, it’s worth it."

Chi Huan's eyes just blinked, and then countless tears welled up.

It seems to have endured it for a long time.

She doesn't even know when she has no tears.

Her face was drowned in tears, but she pulled her lips and smiled, "What then?"

"Too rational and sober is sometimes not a good thing, especially when it comes to emotions."

"If that's the case, why did you stop me just now?"

She has passed the most impulsive moment.

Wen Yifu smiled, "I don't know either."

It's all just based on feelings, there is no reason to say, should, right or wrong.

Chi Huan looked at the direction in which the car disappeared and muttered, "It would be fine if you didn't stop me just now."

If she hadn't stopped her, maybe she would have followed now.

"Miss Chi," Wen Yi looked into her eyes and said quietly, "Have you really figured it out? It doesn't matter if he doesn't love you, it doesn't matter if he hates you, he really forgets you and married Is it okay for other women?"

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