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

Wen Yi bit the toast, raised his eyes to look at his handsome and flawless face, thinking of Li Qianrui and what he said on the bed. After the food in his mouth was swallowed, he took a sip of milk and asked, " I heard that Muse almost kissed you last night."

Mo Shichen's eyes were dim, his expression unchanged, and he only commented lightly, "Muse, the name is very special."

She tilted her head slightly and asked with a smile, "When you see her, don't you feel at all?"

Mo Shichen raised his eyes to look at her smiling face, calmly, "Should I feel it?"

Wen Yi nodded, and a long smile spread in his voice, "She should be what you like."

What does he like?

Mo Shichen squinted a little, and the face he saw last night appeared in front of him.

It is indeed beautiful, but it is a little too haggard, with an indescribable aura of decline.

He nodded and said in a leisurely way, "I've been back for so long, and she was the most emotional when she saw me... If you were so excited when you first saw me, I would feel it too."

Wen Yi went to eat that poached egg.

Isn't the man telling her that he just feels about Muse's performance when he appears, not this person.

"Mrs. Mo."

She frowned. "You are not allowed to call me that."

He didn't mind, he seemed to have a good-tempered posture, and asked with a smile but a smile, "Then I will follow your mother and call you Yier?"

She is neither salty nor salty, "Wen Yi, Winnie, Winnie, they all do."

Mo Shichen did not rush, "Mrs. Mo."

Wen Yi didn't bother to pay attention to him, and ate poached eggs gracefully with his head down.

"Is she married."

She lowered her head, so she didn't notice that the man on the other side was always squinting her deep eyes to examine every inch of her look.

"Ending."

The man responded casually.

Wen Yi raised her face to look at him, and met those eyes. After a short half-second, she said in a constant tone, "But it seems that she has already left."

After being quiet, Mo Shichen also kept his tone unchanged, and hummed casually.

"Don't you want to know about her, why don't you keep asking?"

He raised his eyebrows, "If I ask, you just answer?"

She looked at him silently, very calmly.

The man took out a piece of paper towel and wiped the corners of his lips with care, "Then what I asked you, do you have to answer all questions?"

Wen Yi stared at him for a long time, before he was quite confused, "You are obviously curious about her, why do you have to pretend to be interested in me in front of me? Self-deception has delayed me not to say it. Is it interesting to delay the front edge that you can continue now?"

He said faintly, "When she was young, she should be more beautiful and elegant than you, but now she looks older than her actual age, especially her mental outlook. She is too decadent to go up in her 30s."

"You..." She opened her eyes wide, somewhat inconceivable, "You...Do you think she is old?"

Mo Shichen nodded carelessly.

Ruthless, really ruthless.

Wen Yi imagined the look of Muse viciously when he heard this evaluation. Although Muse was two or three years older than her, it was in the eyes of ordinary people... Although it was not as good as before, the style still remains. .

She thought about herself again, suddenly unable to stop Yu Zuo, couldn't even eat anything.

She is not young anymore, Li Qianrui is the youngest.

This bastard...

Mo Shichen stared at her, with a smile on his lips, "You arrange me in your heart, right?"

Wen Yi didn't want to ignore him.

The man's slender and beautiful fingers pressed the table top, and said lightly, "I'm just stating objective facts, no matter what my relationship with her in the past, and whether I have loved her, or how much I love her— —The current she is completely unable to attract me now, and I don’t have her in my memory, and she is not someone who should have appeared in my life, so I will never interact with her in the future, you don’t have to care about last night Thing."

What happened last night?

No, she didn't care about what happened last night.

It's not right... Does she care? She thinks she shouldn't care. Over the years, she and Muse have met on certain occasions intentionally or unintentionally. Muse occasionally comes up to talk to her, and she treats it indifferently.

She just wanted to ask the last sentence, if Muse hadn't suffered a series of emotional injuries and failed marriages, and turned into the pale to pale appearance today, but still the confident and graceful goddess posture when she fell in love with him back then, he would also say...completely attracted Can't he who is now?

In other words, if there is another woman who is as bright and confident as the original Muse pursuing him all over the world today, will he still be motionless?

She didn't think it would, because it was something that could attract him, just as she was not the one who could attract him.

Wen Yi finally put down what she was holding. She took a deep breath and looked at the man opposite, "Mo Shichen, you want to read those letters because you want to know what happened to us and our relationship in the past. Huh?"

"Are you going to tell me in person?"

She pursed her lips and said faintly, "There is nothing I can't say at all."

Those pasts are the past and they are also the past. She didn't want to mention it, not that she could not mention it.

Mo Shichen didn't speak, and looked at her quietly. His eyes were no longer too hot to ignore, but his eyes were extremely deep, as if he wanted to **** people down.

Wen Yi sat at the dining table, his eight-cent new white shirt on his upper body was not completely buttoned up, and the exquisite raised collarbone was exposed in the open. It was looming, with a cool and imaginative sexy. "When I was seventeen years old, Attend a dinner, met you at the banquet, and fell in love at first sight..."

The man interrupted her with a smile, "Love at first sight?"

Wen Yi looked at him silently, dissatisfied with his sudden interruption.

He raised his hand and touched his chin, "How do you like my face, huh?"

Wen Yi, "..."

She looked away slightly, "That day, I confessed to a senior in the garden."

Mo Shichen, "..."

What?

He squinted his eyes, his handsome face was covered with a layer of dullness, and his tone faded, "You were severely rejected by your confession object, and you were even humiliated. Then I happened to hear it. Nosy?"

Wen Yi turned his head, looked at him again, and asked in amazement, "You, how do you...know?"

Mo Shichen didn't remember this incident at all.

When she first appeared in front of him as the target of a blind date, he did not remember her at all, let alone that trivial matter. One time after marriage, she even knocked on the side intentionally or unintentionally, and he could only vaguely remember it as if It happened, and neither remembered her nor was right.

For this, she was lost for a long time.

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