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

Mo Shichen didn't speak, and the two bodyguards didn't say anything anymore.

It’s just that the wind and the rain are heavy. Even on a sunny day without wind, picking up so many letters is not an easy task. In the end, all the servants and bodyguards in the entire manor were mobilized...including the chefs. Coming here to survive, braving the heavy rain to pick up letters, only Wen Yi——

Mo Shichen returned to the bedroom when it was almost zero, only to find that she was already asleep in the bed.

Mo Shichen, "..."

He stood blankly at the door, his clothes could squeeze out of water, and a handsome face could drip out of gloom.

The heart is really big enough.

This storm and thunder and lightning are like the background of a horror movie. She can sleep so soundly, and it's still his bed. This woman really doesn't worry about him coming in at midnight to **** her.

In fact, Wen Yi could fall asleep... because she thought he wanted to sleep her here for one night. After taking a shower, she found that besides a bowl of **** tea on the bedside, the man even gave her mobile phone. After leaving, she couldn't contact anyone, and no one responded. After a long time in the bedroom, she had a temper and no one answered. Finally, she felt bored and simply climbed into bed and fell asleep.

What can't sleep in a thunderstorm, when it is windy and rainy outside the window, she is comfortable lying in a warm quilt.

Mo Shichen stood at the door for a long time, but after all he didn't walk in, he just shut the door after turning off the lights, and went out silently.

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The next day Wen Yi found that the door could be opened. She didn't think too much. She went to the cloakroom next door to find some clothes she could barely wear, and then she found the mobile phone placed on the desk by the man in her original study. , He went straight downstairs to go home.

Nor did he want to greet the man or say something.

The servant saw her coming downstairs and hurriedly greeted her, "Madam, you are up... breakfast is ready, would you like..."

Wen Yi glanced, his expression was gentle and indifferent, "No need."

After going downstairs, she walked straight to the door, without any intention of staying any longer.

Walking through the garden on the cobblestone road, she dialed Mo Shiqian with her mobile phone, and said in a concise and concise voice as she walked, "President, I want to ask for leave today."

"No."

Unexpectedly, Mo Shiqian would refuse to be so clean and tidy. Wen Yi stood still and looked up at the washed blue sky, "I said President Mo, are you kicking me aside when you use it? It’s not going to be a fake, don’t you hurt your conscience so much for me?"

Mo Shiqian, "..."

He sneered over there, "He's sick, and you ask for leave. You have only returned to Paris for a day and it's as good as glue? I asked him to come back to work, not let him take the vice president to ask for leave."

Wen Yi, "..."

She narrowed her eyes. "You just said...who is sick?"

"It's not because he has a fever and can't get out of bed. Why are you taking a leave of absence? Is it possible that he is also sick?"

"He has a fever? How could it be possible that he was alive and well last night."

Mo Shiqian wasn't in the mood to chat with her, but coldly dropped the sentence and went back to work at the company, and hung up.

Wen Yi looked at the phone that was hung up, a little startled.

Mo Shichen, sick?

He was not all right last night.

She pursed her lips, stood there for half a minute, and finally abandoned some of the thoughts that had come up, and went to the door.

A tall man with the appearance of a black bodyguard came to face her, and when he reached her, he stopped and bowed his head to say hello, "Mrs...Ahee!"

Wen Yi looked at the man who sneezed to the side, "..."

She glanced at the contents in his hand again, and with only one glance she saw the name of a certain box of medicines, which were quite common cold medicines.

After the bodyguard sneezed, he embarrassedly said to Wen Yi, "Sorry madam... I got a bit of rain last night, maybe I've caught a cold."

She glanced at the medicine in his hand, "This medicine is..."

The bodyguard replied respectfully, "Oh, this is the medicine of the eldest son. He also got drenched in the rain for several hours last night. He got sick in the morning and got a severe fever... Madam, the eldest son seems to be more sick than us , You can persuade him to call a doctor, and finally get a fever-reducing injection."

"You...men?" Wen Yi looked at the person in front of her, and grabbed a few key words that made her unclear. "What does rain... mean?"

The bodyguard was a little surprised that she would ask this, but still quickly replied, "Last night, in order to pick up the letters scattered outside... I was exposed to rain for several hours, and I had a fever early this morning."

Pick up letters?

Wen Yi’s face changed slightly, and he said faintly, “You are talking about the hundreds of handwritten letters that were thrown on the lawn? It rained so hard last night, and it’s useless to pick him up. Why did you pick it up?"

The bodyguard shook his head, "This...we don't know."

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When Wen Yi pushed open the door of the second bedroom, he saw the man lying on the bed with water and medicine at the head of the bed, but he could guess by looking at the glass of water that he never got up to take the medicine.

The servant told her just now that he would not eat breakfast.

After standing for a while, she walked over.

Standing by the bed, looking down at the man with his eyes closed on the bed, he still called out, "Mo Shichen."

As a man, eyelashes are really long.

Quiet, she said coldly, "I know you wake up, don't pretend."

The man still did not move, his eyelashes never moved, his breathing was even, but heavier than usual.

Didn't the servant just say that he woke up, did he really burn out?

While thinking about this, Wen Yi reached out his hand and reached for his forehead.

The temperature shocked her, so hot, really feverish.

She frowned and was about to retract her hand to call a doctor, but she was caught just as soon as she raised her hand.

Mo Shichen took her hand and pressed his forehead back, murmured in a hoarse voice, "It's so cold and comfortable."

Wen Yi, "..."

Isn't this man intentional?

She pulled her hand back hard, but she couldn't break him no matter how hard.

"Mo Shichen, you let me go."

The man finally opened his eyes slowly, his dumb voice still repeated the words, "I'm very hot, and your hands are comfortable."

Wen Yi, "..."

He had a fever and was not given an aphrodisiac. He was still hot.

This man is really...

She took a deep breath, patiently did not care about the patient, and said as softly as possible, "Let go of your hand, and I will find a doctor for you to come and drop a drip. You will be healed immediately after a needle in your physique. ."

Mo Shichen looked at her and said rustlingly, "I don't get an injection."

Wen Yi, "... OK, then take medicine."

She had already thought about it. If he said that he didn't take medicine, he could kill the mold on his own.

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