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

Wen Yi smiled.

And it's the kind that can't help but laugh, like hearing something funny, I can't help it.

She held her forehead, and her unbridled laughter directly smashed the sad and affectionate atmosphere created by Li Qianrui.

Aleb looked down at his master silently.

Mo Shichen lifted his eyelids and looked at him with deep eyes.

Wen Zhang ran into his sight as soon as she looked at him. She raised her lips and smiled, "It seems that I still overestimate your charm. I really thought that your face is so handsome that it can capture a heart so much. She was so desperate to ruin her fortune with you regardless of the consequences, it turned out not to be."

The man pulled his lips, "Miss Wen, have you been so yin and yang since childhood?"

She smiled slightly, "How can there be so many talents, all of which are exercised by slut."

Li Qianrui watched their interaction, bit her lip, and asked softly, "Miss Wen, what do you mean by this?"

Wen Yi glanced at her faintly, "It turns out that there is still a gap in IQ. Mr. Li Ru understands it." Her neatly manicured fingers tapped the armrest of the chair. "You want It really fell in love at first sight when he was fished up in the sea. That clock was still a face. You saw him at the airport..."

She touched her face with her hand and smiled, "I think about it... He wore a private custom suit that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars that day, and he was wearing a famous watch of tens of millions, regardless of whether he was holding it. Or the secretary's bodyguard, who should write from head to toe, rich, rich, very rich, especially rich?"

Wen Yi's tone became interesting, "A young, handsome and rich man like him, you really do not hope to meet a second person in your life."

Li Qianrui opened her eyes wide, looked at her, then turned to the man who didn't say a word, and shook her head quickly, "No, I don't know..." She was very anxious, and almost crying, "I was at that time It’s just a student and I don’t even know these...I don’t know it now. It was even more impossible to know how much his suit was and how much his watch was at that time. Moreover, I didn’t pay attention to this..."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the silent man at a loss, half crying, "Li Ru, you know, I don’t even know or understand the bag lipstick that girls like... and it’s even more impossible to understand what men use. Those things."

Father Li also echoed, "Yes, right, right, our family Qianrui is the simplest. Except for some makeup when working, she is very simple at other times. She can't like these vanity things. A man."

Wen Yi, "..."

Ah.

Mo Shichen was leaned in the chair, very relaxed and idle. His smiling eyes looked at Wen Yi with interest, and he spoke casually, "Isn't it natural to like young, handsome and rich men?"

He smiled rather than smiled, "Did Miss Wen marry me at the beginning, didn't those who fancy these? Or do I have any other very good qualities, such as kindness, good temper, loyalty, etc., which touched you... …Or, it was you who I voluntarily pursued and influenced you with love?"

Wen Yi looked at him speechlessly.

She was quiet for a moment, and pulled her lips, smiling but not, "You really know yourself."

He spread his hands and smiled faintly, "Shallowness is not a shameful thing, just like I think Miss Wen, you don’t look like my type, because although you are more beautiful than Qian Rui, you are more tasteful and smarter than her. Capable of being meticulous, but I think it's too dignified and decent, it's not interesting to follow the rules, and-the chest is too small."

In the last sentence, what he said is very meaningful, even a bit regrettable.

Wen Yi looked at the handsome and gentle face of the man, his pupils changed slightly.

He thinks she...too dignified and decent?

Did he feel that way when she married him? So don't you like her?

She didn't speak, her eyebrows were drooping, somewhat inconspicuously startled.

Li Qianrui's face changed, and her facial features froze.

Why do they discuss... the private issue of **** and small breasts?

She looked at Mo Shichen, but found that the man was curling her eyebrows and looking at Wen Yi with unclear eyes, her heart beat, and her fingers were clenched, even if it caused the wound on her body. The pain seemed to tear apart.

"Li Ru, you believe me, I really don't know who you are... I didn't do it for..."

"It doesn't matter," Mo Shichen retracted his gaze on Wen Yi, and said idly, "Do you like my face, do you like my wealth and status, or you like me as a person? It’s the same. My face, money, and status are me."

He raised his eyelids and looked at Li Qianrui, "Although you are not beautiful, but if you are ugly or have a poor body, even if it saves my life, I may not want you."

Li Qianrui was stunned, never expected that he would respond like this, thought like this.

Can't tell what it's like for a while.

She pursed her lips and said loudly, "I don't know... you are Miss Wen's husband."

In response to this sentence, Mo Shichen curled his lips shallowly, the arc was very light, as if there was no light, this expression made him seem to have an unpredictable attitude towards this matter.

Li Qianrui couldn't tell what he was thinking, whether he believed what she said.

Wen Yi couldn't tell whether he believed it or not.

In fact, there is no certified physical evidence to prove this matter, and no one else knows except Li Qianrui herself.

But she had a feeling—this man cared too much about what it was like.

He didn't care what Li Qianrui liked him, and he didn't care...what kind of person Li Qianrui was.

She remembered that many years ago, Lawrence, who is now dead, furiously counted down several major shortcomings of his first love, "Just such a woman with bad traits, what do you think of her?"

He also stood straight and sloppy, replied gently and casually, "Is it a good woman, can she do it, her personality, even good or evil, it doesn’t matter whether I like it or not—it doesn’t matter, I like one Woman, never a good word."

She went to the chairman's office that day and heard such a conversation outside the door.

She didn’t know until then that she was a student of God since she was a child. He was proficient in every aspect and even excelled. He looked more noble than anyone else. Mo Shichen, a gentleman, was not as gentle and gentle as she always thought. .

It's just that she was too young at that time, and her young love was always so hot that she couldn't quench her.

She even felt that the evil and gloom that had been leaked inadvertently gave this originally perfect man a bit more mysterious and complicated, and made her sink deeper.

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