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

Wen Yi looked at him and asked with interest, "Oh? What if I don't."

The man looked down at her indifferently, as if he was looking at a willful and ignorant child, "Why bother?"

She said funny, "Why not?"

He didn’t change his expression, and said in a clear and organized manner, “No matter if she did it or not, or how many things she did to sorry you, she’s not going to die. Besides, she saved my life twice. You don’t really want to get a divorce, so I guess there is probably a deep bond of interest between us, and it’s not suitable for tearing our faces, right.”

Is it.

Yes, it is.

Wen Yi felt that his interest was lost. She felt quite boring when he was so cold and calm to tell her the truth. Before he pointed the gun at Aleb just now, he was so strong that he was about to break her hand. She came with fighting spirit when she came.

It seems that she is very emotional, so she has such a leisurely feeling.

She turned her head to look at the bodyguard one meter away, "Aleb."

The principal has been employed for many years, and there is no need to say anything redundant.

Aleb bowed his head and whispered, "I understand."

"I'm going to sleep, get out."

Wen Yi turned around and walked towards the big bed. These words were undoubtedly addressed to Mo Shichen.

The suite is very quiet.

Mo Shichen stood at the door, squinting at the woman who came out in the bathrobe and lifted the quilt again, climbed onto the bed on his own, and lay down without anyone else.

He pursed his lips and didn't move his figure for a while.

Wen Yi didn't go to see him, but didn't know that she could still feel that the man hadn't left. She closed her eyes and called out, "Aleb."

Able walked in immediately, turned off all the lights in the bedroom, then stopped at the door, and whispered to the indifferent and secretive man, "Grandpa, if there is nothing else, please leave, Miss Wen is going to sleep."

Mo Shichen didn't even look at him, turned around and walked straight away.

Before coming, he was still thinking, if this woman lets him stay in the hotel again, he will stay or not.

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The rash of Wenyi's allergy basically disappeared the next day.

She was still eating breakfast in the morning, so she received a call from Li Qianrui.

Severe injuries plus physical weakness after the operation, and her own thin throat, made the woman's voice sound particularly weak and soft, "Miss Wen..."

Wen Yi held his mobile phone in one hand, and took a spoon in the other hand and casually ate the dazzling breakfast on the table without making a sound.

Li Qianrui seemed to wait for a few seconds, but before she could respond, she continued to gently and slowly said, "I'm sorry Miss Wen, I should have called you last night... But Li Ru said you were asleep. I'm not ashamed to disturb you."

Wen Yi still didn't say a word.

Li Qianrui was in a hurry, and her speech started quickly, "Miss Wen, I'm sorry, I really don't know...cough cough."

Before he could finish a sentence, he coughed violently.

Wen Yi, "..."

She frowned unhappy.

After Li Qianrui coughed on that end for a long time, she started to say intermittently, "I don't know you and Li...cough."

Started to cough again.

Wen Yi threw the spoon in his hand and interrupted her coldly, "Is Mo Shichen there?"

Li Qianrui was quiet for a while after coughing, and then asked cautiously, "Are you talking about... Li Ru?"

Wen Yi sneered in his heart, but his tone was still light, "Whatever, listen to your half-dead cough early in the morning, unappetizing and unhappy, just find someone who can talk."

Wen Yi didn't know that Li Qianrui turned on the hands-free mobile phone.

There was a deep and gentle man sitting beside the hospital bed, his fingers tapping his kneecaps, listening to their conversation silently. When he heard these words, he raised his eyelids and stood up and he was killed by Father Li. The phone placed in front of Li Qianrui snatched it, then turned and walked to the window.

He spoke lightly, "Your mouth is so poisonous early in the morning, are you poisonous in your breakfast?"

Wen Yi was not surprised when he heard his voice, and said lukewarmly, "Then you should ask your parents if you grew up feeding poison."

Mo Shichen, "..."

After a moment of silence, he said, "When will you come to the hospital?"

"You guys are quite proactive."

"If you let go, naturally you should take the initiative."

Wen Yi smiled coldly and absent-mindedly, "I will go when I have time. She is not lying in bed half-dead, unless she is dead, she can't seem to go anywhere else. I'm not in a hurry, what are you in a hurry?"

Mo Shichen, "..."

The woman really came out with a knife.

He was expressionless, too lazy to pinch her, directly clicked end, and interrupted the call.

Wen Yi didn't expect that the man would hang up her phone without saying a word. He felt absurd at first, then amused. Finally, he cold his face and threw the phone aside with a snap.

Looking at this hearty breakfast, I still feel that my appetite is affected.

Except for Mo Shiqian, no one has dared to hang her phone like this for hundreds of years.

Where does his face come from?

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Before going to the hospital, Wen Yi scanned all the information of Li Qianrui's family, including Mo Shichen, but there was nothing to look at, because their home was very simple and could be scanned at a glance.

Moreover, she knew Li Qianrui a long time ago.

Knowing this woman is really a shame to her IQ.

She met with a representative from Jiangcheng for Mo Shiqian at noon, and drove to the hospital after four o'clock in the afternoon.

Aleb opened the door for her.

Only Li Qianrui and the caring father Li were in the ward, but the man was not seen.

Wen Yi stepped in with high heels.

Father Li seemed to be a little scared when she saw her, his shoulders buckled, he looked silly and at a loss.

Li Qianrui hurriedly said weakly, "Dad, you help me up."

Wen Yi looked at them, a beautiful face with no expression, warm and faint, like the cold water of late autumn, if you look closely, there is a layer of mockery between his eyebrows.

Just after Li Qianrui's operation, Li's father was very careful when he put the pillow on her back, but even so, she still caught the wound several times, hissing with pain, and even the facial features were distorted in severe cases.

Wen Yi stood elegantly and coldly, with no waves on his face or eyes.

Even if she didn't say a word, Li Qianrui still felt a high, ubiquitous ridicule from her for no reason, which made people pierced and uncomfortable.

Li Qianrui looked at her timidly, her teeth biting her bloodless lips, and her physical weakness made her look weak, "Sister Wen..."

Wen Yi raised his hand to touch his ear, and said lazily, "I don't have a sister, don't disgust me."

Li Qianrui looked at her with this attitude, so sad that she couldn't help herself, her eyes seemed to shed tears at any time.

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