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

Wen Yi raised his eyelids and raised his hand to remove the man's hand from pinching her.

She turned to touch the place where she had been touched by his finger, and frowned, "Have you washed your hands?"

His blood hasn't been washed at all, right?

Mo Shichen, "..."

Her eyes swept over him, she picked up the pillow at any time and placed it on her lap. With the other hand, she took up the tea made in advance before taking a shower in the bathroom, and blew it gently, blowing out the scent of tea, "Mr. Li, You really have amnesia, so you don’t even understand the basic situation."

The woman’s low and soft voice appeared to be lazy because of her laziness. "First, now Clod-Summer is in control of your brother. Even if he is willing to return the position of president to you, it is only because he accommodates his current woman choice. Staying in Lancheng, he still holds the most shares in the group. Second, our Wen family, although it is not as big as your Lawrence family, does not mean...I was bullied casually."

Wen Yi smiled at the man's squinted dark eyes, "What's more, you still have a long way to go before you can bully me."

Mo Shichen looked down at her for nearly half a minute.

No one speaks.

Wen Yi sat quietly, sipping his tea slowly while blowing his head down.

He withdrew his gaze blankly, turned and walked into the bathroom.

"clothes."

Hearing these two words, Mo Shichen turned around and folded back, and picked up some shopping paper bags that Aleb had brought him in and placed on the coffee table.

He went straight into the bathroom.

Spacious, bright, and clean, since he regained consciousness and woke up to the present, this is the first time he has come to such an upscale place.

But he just glanced indifferently, and there was no fluctuation, but the thin mist on the mirror and the aroma of bath lotion remaining in the air, which showed that the woman outside had just taken a bath here.

He took off the cheap clothes that were soaked in blood to dark red, twisted the flowers and sprinkled them, let the warm water completely wash away the strong **** smell of him.

The nerves slowly relax with the muscles of the body.

Unexpectedly, the face of the woman just appeared in his mind.

Wife?

Is it a loving and lingering wife, or a wife who is as respectful as a guest.

The warm water poured down from the top of his head. He closed his eyes, and the water continued to fall down his jaw like beads, washing away the taste, and even the contour lines became **** and expensive. .

He thought of her eyes again.

It was not a pair of eyes that contained emotion, especially after seeing Li Qianrui's loving and focused eyes, she seemed even more cold and unfeeling.

Mo Shichen had been washing in the bathroom for a long time because he washed his hair by the way.

When he was in the hospital, he didn't have time to take care of it. At this time, he felt unbearable when he washed. After all, he was still a man who loved to be clean enough to be close to cleanliness.

After drying his body and putting on clothes, he found that the woman on the sofa was actually lying on the armrest, holding a pillow in her arms, tilted and motionless, as if she was asleep.

He took a shower and she fell asleep?

Mo Shichen walked over with no expression on his face, ready to wake her directly, but he stopped in midair before reaching out with his hand.

Because he lowered his head casually, he saw the curve exposed under the loose bathrobe of the woman.

With her **** of this weight, she can see the ditch, think about how much she exposed.

Is this woman pretending to sleep to seduce him?

He pursed his lips, retracted his hand, and straightened his slightly bent body.

However, after standing like this for about two or three minutes, the woman on the sofa didn't mean to "wake up". On the contrary, she frowned and twisted because of her uncomfortable posture.

With such a twist, there will be more exposed places.

"..."

Mo Shichen's face was cold, and he stretched out his hand and pushed her shoulder without hesitation.

Sleeping in an unfamiliar hotel, it was both on the sofa and accidentally asleep. Naturally, he slept very shallowly, so Wen Ye suddenly woke up with such a push.

In the first few seconds of waking up, her consciousness was blurred, only knowing that when she opened her eyes and raised her eyelids, the man standing next to the coffee table jumped into her sight.

Wen Yi was stunned and looked at him like a god.

He wears the clothes she ordered Aleb to buy him from the mall before. The dark blue shirt and black trousers are what he used to wear. Although the grade is not as good as the big-name private customization he used in Paris, It is also the largest brand of clothes that Jiangcheng can buy.

It seemed to hook out of his buried aura.

Noble, noble, cold, gentle and elegant gentleman's breath, can't cover the loftiness that has been cultivated since childhood.

She almost thought that she saw Mo Shichen in her memory.

In the past, the ladies and ladies of the upper class said that he was an expensive and handsome young man before he got married, and he was a gentle and hot business man after he got married.

Some fascinating diamond kings have been discussed, saying that those who are more beautiful than him are not as rich as him, and those who are richer than him are far less beautiful than him.

But when it comes to Mo Shichen, no one is better-looking than him, and few can compare his worth.

Still with a temperament that fascinated her girlhood.

Mo Shichen looked at her expression that hadn't slowed down for a while, raised his eyebrows, and smiled faintly, "It is said that people are most real when they are half awake and half asleep. I really can't see it, Clod, Summer's vice president With such a **** underneath, can you be fascinated by changing clothes?"

Wen Yi, "..."

She is sober.

Wen Yi sat up straight, and didn't care much when he was ridiculed and mocked. He raised his hand and dialed her short wet hair, and even yawned disregarding the image, "What do you want to eat? Chinese food and western food?"

The man said lightly, "I don't have the time to eat with you."

Having said that, I am leaving again.

Wen Yi had picked up the phone on the coffee table, "Since I'm back home, let's have Chinese food," she said lightly, without lifting her eyelids, "Li Qianrui hasn't woke up after the operation, you just sat in front of her bed with hope. She can't feel the wife, either. Besides..."

Her tone became cold for a few minutes, and Bo Rang was slow, "What kind of virgin woman do you play in front of me? She owes me hundreds of millions of dollars, not to mention, I paid for your poor surgery fees, let alone accompany me. I eat, if I want to pursue it, even if you sell yourself as a duck, you can only serve me obediently."

Mo Shichen squinted at her for a few seconds, suddenly stepped away from his long legs, stepped to the sofa, leaned over and approached her, "This job sounds like a good job," the man's voice was nice, with a smile. It’s just that the smile has no warmth. It stretches out directly to her bathrobe, and she has to stretch it in, low, frivolous, and indifferent, "A lady of Miss Wen’s age should not be a widow, but I will be a sleeping woman. ——It’s not so good by nature."

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