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

Jiangcheng.

The waves and wind in Jiangcheng seem to never stop.

Wen Yi stood in front of the window, looking at the sea in the distance, calm and far away, with no end in sight.

A minute ago, Mo Shiqian opened the door, probably looking for Chi Huan.

Are lovers finally married?

She closed her eyes, her pale lips pulled out a small smile, it was really affectionate.

"Boom boom", two clicks of the door sounded in the quiet ocean waves, and then the door of the advanced ward was pushed open, and footsteps sounded behind her, from far and near.

Wen Yi didn't turn his head, his voice was very low, mixed with some not deep tiredness, and also cold, "Is that woman dead?"

An extremely magnetic and extremely cold and mocking voice sounded behind her, "Do you expect her to die?"

She was taken aback, turned around and turned her head, as expected, a handsome and gloomy face caught her eye.

The face of Mo Shichen is no less than that of Mo Shiqian. Even when he has no memory loss, his temperament is noble and indifferent, and an elegant gentleman is a standard noble son, and in a sense, it is more true. The true pride of heaven.

Standing in front of her at this time, half of her body was stained with blood, dark red and dark, her eyes were dull and opaque, and the eyes cast on her condescendingly, wringing cold and cold ridicule, the corners of the lips were also completely curved. A ridiculous ridicule.

Wen Yi burst into laughter. She has been in a high position these years, but few men dare to put a mocking face at her.

Still unscrupulous, precipitous, and meaningless to converge.

When this man was the president, he was still incapable of liking, and he was the precious little girl in the eyes of all women.

Now he catches a fish and he is full of arrogance.

She tilted her head slightly and smiled curledly, "If I say I expect her to die like this, is it possible that you still want to vent your grievances on me?"

He stared at her and said lightly, "Are you Mo Shichen's wife?"

Wen Yi looked at his indifferent face and pulled his lips, "Do you deny that you are Mo Shichen or that I am your wife?"

The man curled his lips and smiled softly, "I want to ask, are you the woman he chose, or did someone force him?"

The rigidity of her facial features that are hard to find is captured by him.

The man stepped on his long legs and approached her with a figure close to 1.87 meters. He only lowered his head slightly. From a distance, it looked like an intimate whisper, but only Wen Yi could clearly catch him. There was malicious intent in his voice, "Let me guess, from your hair to your heels, you write famous daughters and social elites... it's like a walking template."

His slender but **** fingers provoked her strands of black hair, and laughed lowly, the malice melted deeper, "But it doesn't look like the type I would like and choose."

He is too close to her.

It has been a long time since a man has been so close to her, so close that the content of her brain fades like a tide, leaving nothing but a blank.

The breath that belonged to him enveloped her and drowned her sense of smell. The smell was no longer the same as she remembered, but it became more intense and more aggressive.

Wen Yi took two steps back and exited his range.

She raised her eyelids and sneered softly, "Li Qianrui is more like the woman you choose to talk to?"

This is an understatement, but the contempt and superiority in the words are not hard to guess.

Especially for people like Mo Shichen, even if he loses his memory, this ability is still there.

She also has the confidence to be contemptuous and superior.

Because in terms of beauty, education, family history, and almost everything, she can crush Li Qianrui, who grew up in a fishing village, with absolute advantage.

Mo Shichen squinted his eyes, curled his lips and whispered softly and softly, "You shouldn't say that, Miss Wen, first, she has long been my unmarried wife in my heart. Anyone who says she is half before me I don’t like it. Second, she got half life from a gunshot wound. She was a bullet that blocked me. If she really died, she died for me. Even if I recover my memory later, No matter how much I think of the past, I will never forget her again."

Do you still love him?

From the time she received the news in Paris and flew directly to the present, she had never thought about such a problem in the long ten hours.

In fact, five years is enough to forget a person.

Oh, it doesn't seem to be enough sometimes, just like Mo Shiqian can't forget Chi Huan, no matter how hate he is, there is a background of love.

She knew that when he was alive, there was only joy that filled her body.

Does she still love him?

When he was "alive", he had almost wiped out her love, sharpened her girlish heart to be cold and hard, too tired to be too lazy to make waves.

Except when he was "dead", she was wrapped up in despair.

He "lived", and she was still too surprised.

She thought of him over the years, and she didn't have any unforgettable feelings, but was in a daze for a long time.

Except for life and death, she felt that she had already regarded him very indifferently, but this sentence [she was already my unmarried wife] was still like a cold sharp needle, In the softest part of her heart.

It's too much.

This man seems to always feel that she can be harmed unscrupulously.

Those suffocating emotions were sinked into her heart, Wen Yi’s neatly manicured nails pierced her palms, but a slight smile appeared on her face, and she said coolly, "There are so many unmarried wives in your heart, unfortunately. , After you told me last time, you still marry me in disgrace."

Mo Shichen pulled a more indifferent curve on his lips, "It seems that you used to be very unpleasant."

"You are not a good thing yourself. You can match my unpopularity because of my bad eyesight ten years ago."

Wen Yi looked at his "tattered" but still beautiful face, curled up his fingers and turned around, facing the deep blue sea again, her face restored to her usual warmth all these years, "Abel. "

With her sound, a tall foreign man walked in immediately outside the door, who was her bodyguard.

He walked behind Mo Shichen and said respectfully, "Ms. Wen, what's your order?"

She said faintly, "Go to the mall and buy a set of clothes for your eldest son, and then arrange the best doctor to do a full-body examination for him.

"Yes."

The bodyguard took the call and walked out quietly.

Mo Shichen looked at her back, narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "What do you mean?"

"Obligation," she didn't look back, her eyes were like the deep ocean in the distance, her eyes were calm and calm, and there was an undercurrent that no one could detect in the depths, "My name is Wen Yi, I married you seven years ago. Will take care of you. Now that you have amnesia and don’t remember me, it’s okay, but you should treat me better, because before your accident, you always regretted that you were not good enough for me and hope to make up for me."

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