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

After Blake said these words, his gray-blue eyes stared at the man's face, trying to see something from his face, but Mo Shichen's handsome face looked inscrutable in the dim light. There is no emotional fluctuation.

His slender fingers flicked the soot, and the fine dust drifted away in the invisible wind, but the carbon red of the cigarette **** flashed and dimmed, "Is there any more?"

Black looked complicated, as if he wanted to say something, but he wanted to say nothing.

Mo Shichen seemed to have lost patience, and said lightly, "If you have something to say, just say it all at once. It doesn't take five minutes."

"No, that's what I want to say... Maybe the past so many years have been meaningless to you, but..." Braque picked up the wine glass on the table, raised his head and drank the glass of wine in a long breath. He said afterward, "I heard that your marriage to that Miss Wen was not happy, and five years have passed. Whether she has feelings for you or not, she should have faded. Even though Muse still married me later... It was also after the news of your death that you broke the jar and fell. Now... At that time, you announced the marriage news shortly after I lied to you and she gave up. She was hit hard and collapsed for a long time. If you I still feel a little bit about her now...you can try to start again."

After Blake said this, he got up and stood up, "This matter has been piled up in my heart for too many years, and I feel it can be easier to say... Today Muse is here as my female companion. I still hope she can happy."

Mo Shichen didn't speak, he just stared down at the cigarette between his fingers, then took a breath to his lips, and then slowly exhaled the smoke.

Blake apologized and said that he would leave early, and he did not respond.

Standing behind the pillar, Wen Yi squeezed the wine glass in his hand and looked at the figure wearing a white suit. Although he was not as handsome as Mo Shichen's facial features, but the handsome man left behind, he smiled slightly. .

She was about to leave quietly. Fortunately, when she lifted her foot, she saw the secretary who led Mo Shiqian on the second floor with her sharp eyes and hurriedly walked over. When she saw Mo Shichen, her face was obviously loosened, and she speeded up and walked over. "Lord, why are you here? The second son has arrived and is waiting for you in the study."

Mo Shichen let out a lazy hmm, then squeezed out the half of the cigarette in the ashtray, then stood up and returned to the same path when the secretary came.

Wen Yi was standing on one side, seeing his expression unpredictable and unpredictable.

After being blown by the wind for too long, her hands and feet were cold and stupefied. She took the wine glass in her hand and sent it to her lips. The spicy, choking liquid flowed into her stomach from her throat, but it seemed to be warm.

She was going back to the hall.

But after less than two steps, there was a voice behind him.

"Miss Wen."

She paced slightly, narrowed her eyes, turned halfway, and looked at the figure slowly coming out from another dark place.

She is tall, wearing a long red dress, and she is cut out of her slim and graceful figure. The big waist-length curly hair is gathered on one side, and the three-dimensional features are especially beautiful against the makeup.

When Wen Yi looked at Muse faintly, Muse was also watching her.

Wen Yi's height is not as high as her, and this dress is not as stunning as her intentions. They only choose light colors and the style is very simple. Only the pearl on the collarbone is a low-key embellishment.

When she lifted her chin slightly, her red lips were also drawn with a smile, and the whole person revealed a graceful grace, a kind of grace like a lady princess in Hepburn's "Roman Holiday".

Appearance, clothing, and dress are important, but when the temperament is cultivated to a certain level, these can only fall behind.

Compared with the indifferent expression of no landscape on Wen Zhu's face, Muse's expression became more complicated. With the handbag in her hand, she unconsciously squeezed tightly at this time, revealing the ups and downs of her mood, even tension.

Wen Yi laughed lightly, "Stop me, isn't there something you want to tell me?"

Muse looked at her, opened her mouth several times, but said nothing.

"It's cold outside, Miss Muse, your skirt is longer than mine. I am not as resistant to freezing as you are. If you don't say anything, I will go in."

"You...you and Shichen..." Muse looked at her blankly, "I heard...Since you came back, you have been strangers in the company, Miss Wen, do you still... still love him?"

Wen Yi glanced at her. Although those eyes seemed to be filled with a smile, they were cool and permeating. "Miss Muse's words are interesting. When you were looking for him, you never asked if I love him or not. Have you come to care about how I feel?"

She raised her eyebrows, looked at the other person's slightly changed look, tilted her head, and the curvature of her lips became deeper, "Could it be that she got married again and was robbed of a man by the mistress, so she suddenly became embarrassed?"

Muse frowned, and his voice lowered, "Miss Wen, no matter what today, Shi Chen and I have not crossed the line since you got married..."

Wen Yi waved his hand, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were cold and ridiculous, and he said lazily, "Have you not gone to bed? I know, he is willing to find me for torturing people in bed. He just tossed me a few days ago. It's late."

Muse's face still changed, and the fingers on his side were clenched into fists, and his breathing was short.

But after ten seconds or so, she calmed down, looked at Wen Yi’s white and indifferent face, and said again, “I know you don’t like me. If you don’t want to answer, I can’t take you anymore. , But I still want to ask again, Miss Wen, after five years, do you still love him? Do you still consider him your husband now?"

After speaking, she added, "If you answer me yes now, then I will leave now, and if it is not a coincidence or occasional, I will never show up in front of your husband and wife."

When Muse said these words, there was a sense of determination on her face, which made her already beautiful face give birth to a somewhat cold and scorching posture.

Looking at her expression, Wen Yi suddenly felt tired.

She does not like Muse, although she is not as disgusting as Li Qianrui and is not on stage, but the existence of this ex-girlfriend accounted for half of the reason for her quarrel with Mo Shichen.

Whether she wants Mo Shichen or not is one thing now, but it's another thing to see if she is pleasing to the eye.

In the end, she turned her face away and looked at the distance shrouded in the dark night, and said faintly, "If you like him so much, you can chase him. I hope that your lovers will eventually get married, so as not to harm others everywhere."

After all, without waiting for Muse to give her any response, she stepped on her **** high heels, straightened her back and left.

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