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

Wen Yi's fingers flipping through the book suddenly pinched the paper, leaving a slight wrinkle.

After a few seconds, she let go, and said with a faint smile with a prolonged tone, "I'm not wrong, it's okay, why have to get together to make people feel like... President Mo, I don't hate it like you are. Ping, I don't want to retaliate against him."

Mo Shiqian said lightly, "Isn't that enough for the Wen family?"

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For the Wen family.

What a good reason.

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Those things done by other women seven years ago, it seems that she still has to make up for it herself, Wen Yi thought casually when she stood in Li Qianrui's ward.

I don't know if she owes Mo Shichen or the man owes her.

But being a bad woman seems to have a unique pleasure, because when she saw Li Qianrui's shocked and pale face, her lips couldn't help but smile.

Wen Yi tilted his head and gently stroked his eardrops, smiling coolly, "What are you doing looking at me like this? I run the hospital, and I pay the money. If I am in a good mood, I can get you in the hospital. I can let you go. I should have made it clear enough that I hate a woman like you? If you don't have money, you will accept your fate. It is your business to die or become disabled."

Li Qianrui's hospitalization fees and ongoing medical expenses are not small figures, not to mention that she is still living in a separate ward. Although it is not the most advanced one, the conditions are already very good.

As soon as her voice fell, the man who had heard the news pushed open the door of the ward.

Wen Yi knew it was him, but she didn't even turn her head.

After playing with my earrings and playing with my hair, that posture was both arrogant and cold-blooded.

Li Qianrui lowered his head, took a deep breath and said, "Dad, you can help me find a wheelchair. Miss Wen is right. We have no money. Whether it is death or disability, it is my life..."

After saying this, she slowly looked at the man standing at the door, squinting her eyes and lingering over her body, looking indifferently at the man Wen Yi, and said softly, "Li Ru, you help me go through the discharge procedures, and then clean up Pack things, let's go home."

Mo Shichen's dark gaze shifted from Wen Yi's body to Li Qianrui's body, his complexion softened a bit, and his tone of voice was lightly stated, "You cannot be discharged from the hospital in your current physical condition, and you will have lifelong sequelae."

Li Qianrui smiled at him slightly, "It doesn't matter...my body, it is good to be able to recover naturally, if it can't...it's also good, just treat it as a punishment from heaven, after all...I am selfishly occupying it. You should have been retributed all these years. The sequelae are okay. Even if I lose my life, it is my willingness."

The man went on to her last syllable and said calmly, "I have a relationship, your body can't have any damage, you must take care of it."

Li Qianrui shook her head, "Don't force me...I am very grateful that Miss Wen can save you. She really has no obligation to come and rescue me again."

Mo Shichen's gaze shifted to the woman who was standing there, who had nothing to do with him.

She regained her usual delicate and inhumane style.

Standing there on high heels, like an ascetic priestess in religion, unsmiling, noble and inviolable.

"Wen Xiao..."

After the three low words were not finished, the man's voice stopped abruptly. Instead, Wen Yi suddenly turned his head, lowered his head and looked at the old man who suddenly rushed over from the bedside and kneeled in front of him unexpectedly. His eyes were still Inevitably widened.

He moved too fast, so fast that Aleb, who was always standing at the door waiting, thought he was going to hurt Wen Yi, and quickly stepped forward, but he had no time to walk to the position next to Mo Shichen.

Father Li was holding Wen Yi’s beige ladies’ trousers, his wrinkled face was already covered with muddy tears, his body was trembling, but it just made people think he was trembling badly, "Miss Wen, I beg You...you do good deeds. My daughter is only in her twenties. If there is any sequelae, it would be too cruel for her... Please, Miss Wen..."

Wen Yi frowned. She hadn't encountered such a situation before and didn't even know how to react for a while.

She wanted to pull her leg back, but after taking two steps back, Li's father slammed her forehead on the ground with a bang, and begged her with tears, "Qian Rui, sorry for you and offended you. Locally, I apologize to you, and I will apologize for her... Don't care about her, it's because I didn't teach well. If you want to blame it, please blame this old man."

Wen Ye was shocked and stunned. He didn't react until several seconds later. He subconsciously called, "Aleb..."

As soon as her voice fell, Mo Shichen, whose pupils shrank sharply, stepped forward and violently pulled up the old man who was kneeling on the ground and kowtow. The man's tense voice turned viciously, "Enough, Uncle Li, what are you doing?"

There was another loud bang, and she looked up. It turned out that Li Qianrui, who wanted to get out of bed, fell directly to the ground because of lack of physical strength. It was probably because of a severe pull on the unhealed wound, and her face hurt. Distorted, the whole body seemed to cramp.

Mo Shichen turned his head, his face changed in an instant, he didn’t care about anything else, he immediately let go of the hand holding Li’s father’s arm, turned and strode towards Li Qianrui, hugged the woman who had fallen to the ground, and then quickly pressed it. The bell on the bedside, call the doctor and nurse over.

He looked at the tearful woman who was so painful that he couldn't suppress the anger in his chest. The whole ward seemed to shake with his cold voice, "Li Qianrui, are you trying to die? I said I can't get out of bed. , Do you think what I say is the wind in your ears?"

Wen Yi looked at the man's angry face, although not at her, although he was shouting at the woman she hated.

but……

Mo Shichen, he was really very rare, so he was furious.

For the first time, Wen Yi felt so clearly that he cared about this woman.

It was much stronger than when he reached out to pinch her neck when they met for the "first time".

But she stood there, her heart very calm, she might even be calmer than Aleb.

Aleb frowned as he watched the family, but his temper and identity didn't allow him to show anything.

But she was really calm, an instinctive, close to woody emotion.

She stared coldly.

Until Li Qianrui, who was clutching the clothes of the man who was stroking her head with her fingers, suddenly lifted her head from Mo Shichen's arms, her face suddenly changed drastically, and she screamed, "Dad..."

What Wen Yi sensed, followed Li Qianrui's sight and looked over——

"Aleb..."

Father Li, who was pulled up from the ground by Mo Shichen, opened the window and climbed onto the window sill to jump off.

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