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

The driver was stunned for a few seconds, and then replied, "Madam, after you and Mr. Lawrence passed away... It may be that you were more upset because you were afraid of being wrong, so you moved out quickly. In the first half of the year, because of miscarriage and poor health, She was taken care of by her family when she lived in Wen's house. Later, she seemed to have bought an apartment near the company and lived alone for years."

abortion……

Mo Shichen pursed his lips, a bit of astringency in his throat, "She miscarried after I died?"

"Yes."

He was silent for a few seconds, and said in a low voice, "Is it because I died that she killed the child without a father, or because of other accidents?"

"I don't know the details, but it seems to be because of hearing about your death... I accidentally fell down the stairs and accidentally drained."

Mo Shichen's pupils shrank, and he didn't expect to hear such an answer.

Because of his sudden accident, she was so devastated that she fell the child away.

If you lose your husband, you don’t even have any children in your stomach?

An idea that he hadn't had before suddenly appeared in his mind. If there were no such so-called accidents, would there be a four-year-old child standing in front of him and calling him Daddy?

Mo Shichen didn't speak, but his throat tightened, which made it difficult for him to breathe.

The driver on the side saw that his expression was deep and gloomy, and he did not dare to speak out.

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Even though the manor was cleaned all the year round, it was temporarily cleaned up and prepared for him to move in. However, no matter how luxurious and clean the five-year vacancy, it could not resist the deep desolation and coldness of those years.

There were no flowers in the garden, and the grassland was in disrepair over the years and was barren.

He passed through it, and only felt like a world away, as if he should be familiar with it, but he didn't know it. There was no place in his heart, just like when he just opened his eyes half a year ago, the whole world did not seem to him at all. Familiarity.

Mo Shiqian's secretary had arranged several servants and chefs for him in advance. When someone showed up, he immediately came over and asked him if he wanted to eat or go back to his room to rest.

He said faintly, "Get something to eat, and call me if you are ready."

"Yes, Grand Prince."

The only natural skill is to switch from Li Ru to the eldest son of the Lawrence family. He does not have any adjustment period.

When he first woke up, it took a while to slowly learn to get along with people normally, but after returning here, he automatically regained his gentle and noble posture, which was probably like this in the blood and blood, which he should have been like.

After asking the servant's bedroom location, he went up alone.

The corridor is long and there is plenty of light during the day, but it is too quiet.

Mo Shichen walked to the door, held the doorknob and pushed it open without much thought, and stepped in with one leg, but before the other foot fell on the carpet, his figure stopped.

With his feet slowly landing, he looked at the huge wedding photo hanging above the wall of the bed.

The things Wen Yi took with him when he left were no more than those he brought when married to him. Lawrence had been busy with the company and Mo Shiqian Chihuan after his death, so naturally he would not handle these trivial matters personally, Mo Shiqian Not even more concerned.

No one signaled, and the servants did not dare to make private decisions, so that after so many years, except for the washed sheets and bedding, the room remained almost completely the same.

It seems that he just went out for a long time, and this is where he is waiting.

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Wen Yi went back to her apartment directly from the dining room. She took a shower and talked to the mother who called her life-threateningly for half an hour. After she yawned in a row to express her sleepiness, then The side is considered to give up.

Lying on the familiar mattress, she felt unspeakable and unreasonable, and fell asleep quickly holding the quilt.

It was almost six in the evening when she was awakened by the ding-ding of the doorbell. As soon as the door opened, she saw her mother standing at the door with the ingredients in both hands. She quickly reached out and picked them up, "Mom, so many things for you. Why not let the driver mention it for you, or ask someone to mention it for you?"

Mother Wen waved her hand, "I sent the driver to the elevator and sent it away, just a few steps away... Have you had dinner?"

"Nope."

"I knew you wouldn't eat if I didn't come."

Wen Yi, "..."

Mother Wen took things to the kitchen by car. It was obviously not the first time she came. She glanced at Wen Yi who was still in her pajamas, and drove her away, "Go wash and change your face and change clothes. I will cook a few dishes quickly."

Helpless, Wen Yi turned around and returned to the bedroom.

Her mother is the clear stream among the noble ladies in the upper class. She has no posture and is very down-to-earth. I don't know if it is because of the parents' love in the world or because she looks pitiful because of her widowed spouse. Now she is more worried about her than she was a student.

After washing up, Wen Yi found the loose clothes at home in the cloakroom to put on himself, and was about to go to the kitchen to help. When he walked to the living room, he heard the doorbell ring again.

Did your brother and sister-in-law also come here?

She took this guess to open the door, but the man standing in front of the door was an unexpected man.

Wen Yi looked at the man standing in front of her blankly.

She even had an illusion just now, the illusion of time travel. In the past two months, she was used to him as Li Ru and occasionally saw the distinctive Mo Shichen style, but at this time... she seemed to find him Not in the shadow of Li Ru.

He has changed back to that gentle and noble, polite but coldly alienated man of heaven.

Wen Yi frowned, "What are you doing?"

He laughed, as if she asked a funny question, "Of course it's coming to you."

"How do you know where my home is?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is it hard to hear?"

Of course it is not difficult. It is easy to find out from the company. If you ask Mo Shiqian, it will be just a sentence.

Her frowning brow has never been soothed, and her tone is even more cold and impatient, "Something?"

He smiled slightly, "I want to come to you for dinner."

Wen Yi looked at his gentle and elegant demeanor, two words floated in his heart, ha ha.

She remembered what Mo Shiqian said on the phone.

【Since he chose to have a relationship with you and follow you back to Paris, it means that he has chosen you and his past. 】

[Congratulations, he still chose the past represented by you and abandoned his love. 】

[He is a man of your own choice, and you haven't seen him much. 】

She really doesn't seem to know him well.

What do you mean, he slept with her, he returned to Mo Shichen's identity, and he even planned to... continue to be a couple with her?

He just... gave up Li Qianrui?

Feelings are just a choice for him?

Some time ago, she told Mo Shiqian that the two brothers are one kind of person. It seems...the heirs cultivated in the family, even if they lose their memory, their bones will not change.

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