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

Mo Shichen looked at the woman on the sofa. From the visual effect, her facial features and temperament were gentle, especially when she looked down at a book, she also had a somewhat indescribable fragrance.

Unfortunately, the opening must be mean.

He did not speak either, raised his head and glanced at the sky outside through the floor-to-ceiling glass door, then turned and walked outside.

When approaching the hallway, Wen Yi suddenly called to him, "Wait a minute, you come back."

Mo Shichen paused, glanced back at the woman who was sitting on the sofa looking at him, pursed his lips slightly, and walked over with his long legs without expression.

He even cocked his lips, "What do you want from Miss Wen?"

Wen Yi put the book in his hand on his knees, took the bag on the side, took out a bank card from the wallet inside, and handed it over while reporting the password.

The man didn't answer, but raised his eyebrows, "Miss Wen is not enough for me to sleep. Do you want to support me?"

Wen Yi said, "You think so much."

"Oh?"

"Take the money inside and buy some nice clothes for myself. I usually don't care about it, but when you show up in front of me, you have to dress nicely—from head to toe," she said with a card between her fingers. Lazily smiled, "I'm not Li Qianrui or Miss Fang, I can't appreciate your poor look."

Mo Shichen, "..."

He took the card and smiled slightly, "I wonder which style Miss Wen likes?"

"Perhaps, you can ask the professional cowherd, or how did the little white faces who were kept making the money owners happy?"

Mo Shichen took the card and turned around and left.

Looking at his slender and tall back, Wen Yi snorted twice, then lowered his head to continue reading.

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After only half an hour, the doorbell rang again.

She squinted her eyes and looked back at the sky outside--

The burning sunset has disappeared, the entire sky is covered by dark blue, the city is brightly lit, and the night has begun.

Wen Yi looked back slowly and looked at the man walking towards her. She was still thinking about what she could do if the man was late later.

It seems that you have learned well, and the time is just right.

Mo Shichen has changed his clothes.

Different from the shirt and trousers that Aleb bought last time, he is now more casual and everyday, with a light-colored gray and white collocation, and his temperament is gentle and elegant, and he has the temperament of a gentleman.

"You're pretty fast."

Mo Shichen twitched the corners of his lips and said lightly, "Think about it if you are late, Miss Wen doesn't know what strange things will do to me, so I rushed back in a hurry."

He said that he was violently burning, but his tone was indifferent.

Wen Yi squinted his eyes. "You can go fishing in a fishing village. If your fiancé is a waiter, you can be a waiter. If you don't have money to accompany you to sleep, you are very generous... Hey, Mr. Li Ru, your heart is very deep. Powerful."

In the last sentence, the tone must be ironic.

The man didn't care at all, as if there was nothing to poke him at all, he just spread his hands and said faintly, "I went out to sea because the deputy captain of the fishing boat was temporarily ill, and I seem to be able to sail the boat, as for sleeping with me,"

He paused, his tone lighter, and mixed with a slightly cool chuckle, "Miss Wen covers the sky with only one hand, I just see the situation clearly, not to mention I said earlier, this job is for men. , It's a beautiful job."

Wen Yi was taken aback, "Will you still sail?"

He raised his eyebrows, "You don't know if your husband will sail, Miss Wen, you don't seem to be competent."

She really didn't know.

She only knew that Mo Shichen seemed to have a lot of messy things, and there were few things he didn’t know, but he might still play when he was a student. After he took over the company, he didn’t have that idle time. Therefore, in the two years after their marriage, in fact, Quite boring, work, work, quarrel, cold war, quarrel.

Mo Shichen looked at her as if in a trance, narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly, "It seems that our relationship is really not good, Miss Wen, forgive me, is our married life harmonious?"

The two words of husband and wife life are biting slowly, and of course Wen Yi's age can hear what he is referring to.

She tilted her face up, smiling but not smiling, "Disharmonious."

"Oh? Don't I even touch you, then you are really unattractive."

Wen Yi licked his lips and smiled, "Mr. Li, you may have some misunderstanding."

"Ok?"

She smiled and said, "I said that the disharmony is your unilateral weakness. The time is too short. You are over before I feel it... When it comes to pretending to have a climax, I think someday I'm not going to work anymore, so I can be a voice actor for *****."

Mo Shichen's handsome face was darkened to the bottom of the pot under her gentle smile.

His dark eyes were dark and deep, his long legs stepped directly in front of her, and he leaned down neatly, slightly stretched and the outline exuded the cold temperature, and his hand was stretched directly toward her, making a gesture to pick her clothes. .

"You're so unethical," Wen Yi said with disdain and sloppy mockery, "I said that you promised to sell yourself for Li Qianrui's medical expenses. You promised me so refreshingly, wouldn't it be that you have longed for me. ?"

The man lowered his eyes and answered in a hurry, "Well, it's a good thing for people to have self-confidence."

Wen Yi, "..."

"Remove your hand, who is going to unbutton my clothes? You are so unruly, do you want me to send you to a nearby nightclub tomorrow to find a mother to teach you how to be a cowboy?"

"..."

Mo Shichen's brow bones still jumped uncontrollably, "Aren't you asking me to sleep with me?"

Wen Yi pushed the man away, then buttoned the button of his shirt back, and looked at him sideways, "You are more anxious than me."

The man said with a gloomy face, "Taking this opportunity to make up for the climax that Miss Wen did not enjoy in her married life."

"Tsk, I really want to see what Li Qianrui would look like if he heard this sentence."

Mo Shichen said without changing his face, "You can carry a recorder with you and show it to her when you have a chance."

"..."

Wen Yi was too lazy to argue with him, got up from the sofa and said tepidly, "Okay, I've tasted your body a long time ago, and I don't want to miss it or want to taste it again," she bowed her head and squinted. After the man's expression became more ugly, he suddenly tilted his head and smiled and asked, "Hey, doesn't Li Qianrui dislike you for not being useful? You are really her love, I am ashamed."

The man's breathing suddenly heavier for several degrees, and the line of his jaw stretched.

Wen Yi looked at his look of depression and patience, turned around in a good mood, ready to take off his makeup, and then let the hotel bring in dinner.

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