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

However, as soon as she turned to her side, she was caught by the man's powerful fingers after speaking. Before she could react, a powerful attack caused her to be pulled back, and then fell directly onto the sofa.

She was shocked and her eyes widened.

Above it is the handsome and gloomy face of the man, staring at her condescendingly. The eyes are deep and secluded, like a deep forest that cannot be exposed to sunlight all year round, dark and cold.

Wen Yi, who was staring at him, shuddered as if the hairs on his body were invisible to the naked eye.

"what are you doing?"

"Miss Wen," Mo Shichen's voice showed restrained dumbness, and clusters of blue flames ignited in his eyes. The corners of his lips were pulled out, and he said with a smile, "You are bullying, I have no memory. I can only let you reverse black and white."

Wen Yi had a moment of guilty conscience, but after all her Taoism was there, there was no expression on her face, and she only smiled softly, "Is there any meaning to invert black and white?"

The man also looks very calm, with a calm smile on his thin lips, and there is an indescribable danger of getting ready. "Usually a woman constantly stimulates a man, and there are generally only two possibilities."

"Oh?"

"First, you can't look down on me from the bottom of your heart. I don't think I deserve you." He stared into her eyes as he spoke, his eyes were so aggressive that she couldn't look away inexplicably. I was forced to stare at him, but the man's voice was with a low-mellow smile, "However, if I can't deserve it, Miss Wen would never love me too much."

She turned her face and wanted to say if she could not get so close.

But she didn't think she could say anything before she spoke.

When the man talked and breathed, his nose and lips fell on her skin together. The temperature made her face inevitably a few degrees higher. The smell of him overwhelmed her sense of smell, and her body became more sensitive and stiff. stand up.

Her turning away from her face made the man’s lips directly next to her ear, which made his voice seem to become more clear and audible, "Secondly, I don’t believe that the woman under me will not have a high tide This kind of bullshit, Miss Wen wants to arouse me-use this clumsy way to force me to **** you?

She was on the sofa, and the man was pressing on her.

He didn't do anything yet, and Wen Yi felt a strong aggression.

Mo Shichen lowered his head, and the kiss was about to fall into her neck.

Her brain went white for a while, and when the man's thin lips were about to stick to her skin, Wen Yi's short voice suddenly called out, "Do you still want Li Qianrui's medical expenses?"

He paused.

But the distance was still very close, the breath blended with each other, and the ambiguity was tumbling.

She backed away in a panic, leaving the area surrounded by his breath, Wen Yi's breathing was still a little disordered, "Who gave you the courage to touch me without my consent?"

Her white fingers on the sofa unconsciously clutched the corner of the pillow, her face still sternly stern, but the fair complexion imprinted on her face weakened her momentum, and she sternly angered, "More Next time, you will wait for Li Qianrui to be thrown out of the hospital."

Mo Shichen looked at her, with a bright and unabashed smile in his eyes, and whispered playfully, "So sensitive, is Miss Wen from the traditional one?"

Wen Yi was far away from him, leaning on the armrest with his waist, each occupying his side, his face was stern and ignored.

This man has fallen to sleep with him. Why doesn't he have the consciousness of hurting his self-esteem at all?

Dare to molest her in turn.

Wen Yi smashed the pillow over, stood up and said coldly, "Go and tell Aleb, I need to eat after the shower."

After speaking, he entered the master bedroom without looking back.

…………

More than forty minutes later, Wen Yi came out again with a wet short hair. Other women’s short hair gave people the feeling that it was either shrewd or neat and concise. She was the only one, especially when she wiped her hair half wet and not wet like she is now. , There is a kind of unique charm.

But this time she didn't wear a bathrobe again. She wore a long dress that was mainly comfortable. It was ivory white. The color matched her skin. At first glance, it seemed more gentle.

He saw her wearing a skirt for the first time.

He thought she was going to repeat the monotonous office style until she was old.

Seeing her come out, Mo Shichen stood up and said in a gentleman style, "Dinner is already in the dining room, it's five minutes, and it's just right now."

Wen Yi glanced at him, gave a cold hum, and then walked into the restaurant.

When she walked to the door, she paused, turned and looked at the casual man with one hand inserted into her trouser pocket, "Have you had dinner?"

"Ate."

"Oh..." Her lips curled up, "Come and eat with me."

Mo Shichen, "..."

"Why are you standing, waiting for me to come over please?"

The man walked over with long legs, raised his hand to pinch her chin, lowered his head to laugh without smiling, "Are you naive, huh?"

Wen Yi smiled, "Who makes you look at it makes people feel annoying."

Mo Shichen turned his face away, smiled, and then looked at her again, "You look more like me," he put his fingers harder, lowered his head and leaned closer to her, "To be honest, Wen Yi, accompany him. Sleeping is nonsense, you just want me to accompany you, eh? You are really like a kid in kindergarten."

She kept smiling, "It is indeed a good thing to have confidence, you just have a little excess."

After speaking, she raised her hand and patted his hand, walked to the dining table and sat down.

She picked up the knife and fork and smiled at the man across the table, "You eat with me. If I can't finish it, you can finish it for me, otherwise Li Qianrui will have no food tomorrow."

Mo Shichen, "..."

After all, she began to eat comfortably.

He stared at her face blankly for a long time, with a cool smile on his lips, and said softly, "Wen Ye, don't fall into my hands in the future."

Wen Yi smirked a few words, and said in a squeaky tone, "I'm so scared."

As soon as the voice fell, she touched the man’s shady eyes, the silent and obscure aura is like a beast lurking in the dark and staring at you, waiting for an opportunity to jump out and press you under its paws , Sensen’s sharp teeth tear you to pieces in the blink of an eye.

There was a few strands of chill on her back, and she lost a bit of confidence.

If this man returns to Paris to take over as president... it is really possible to retaliate against her.

She lowered her head to cut the steak and ate silently, secretly thinking that she would call Mo Shiqian tomorrow to make him promise that Mo Shichen would not have the opportunity to toss her or move their house in the future.

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