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

The man’s beautiful and **** lips fluttered with a playful smile, "Long time, we seem to have only seen it a few days ago..." His eyes were narrow and narrow, as if carrying a deep smile, "But I see Miss Muse today. It’s much more beautiful than last time, and the dance is also beautiful."

Muse's eyes lit up and her red lips burst into a smile. She seemed a little surprised, but she was very contented. She opened her mouth to say something, but Mo Shichen had bowed her head and smiled politely, "Have fun, I have something to do. , Will not be accompanied for the time being."

Muse looked at his faint smile like a mask, the smile blooming on his face, just froze there, and then slowly fell.

Seeing her look, Mo Shichen's eyes darkened, but he still retracted his gaze, and walked past her with his feet up and down, without any hesitation in his movements.

Wen Zhang was sipping the cake Wen Hanye handed over. Suddenly he felt something. He raised his head and looked forward, and he happened to see the man wearing a shirt and black trousers walking over, handsome and straight. The shape is straight and slender, with an inherent noble temperament.

She was stunned for a moment, and she didn't even make any response for a while, sitting in the distance, maintaining the original sitting posture or even the look, pursing her lips to watch him walking towards her.

Suddenly there was heat on his side, and Wen Hanye leaned a lot closer, stretched out his finger to touch the corner of her lips, and said like no one else, "Hey, so many people are looking at you, the cake crumbs you ate, I really do it for you I feel embarrassed."

Wen Yi, "..."

Mo Shichen's pupils shrunk, looking at the man who approached Wen Yi and behaved intimacy with her, a slender coolness flashed across his eyes.

He wiped Wen Yi's mouth?

But the woman's lips are red and white, and she is clean.

A shadow fell, and Mo Shichen's two long legs were already standing in front of her.

Wen Yi was still holding a glass of red wine in his hand. Seeing that he was looking down at him, put the wine glass aside, raised his face and looked at Sang's eyes, with an elegant and gentle smile on his face, "The old man is looking for me. Problems?"

A hand stretched out in front of her, palms facing up, and the man's voice was low, but full of magnetism, and there was a sweet enjoyment, "Can you please dance? Mrs. Mo."

There was a low uproar around.

Wen Hanye didn't know when to sit back to his position, half leaning on the armrest, keeping his distance and silently looking at the well-dressed man, like other people, retreated to the background board, but his eyes were cold. , And it seemed to be Qingjun's thin smile.

Wen Yi looked at his hand first.

The man's hands can match his face. They are slender and pale in color, but the joints are well-proportioned and he has a sense of strength. Even if he once lived in the fishing village of Jiangcheng, his hands still maintain the appearance of a noble boy.

Looking up, she looked at his face and finally the eyes.

The feeling at this moment really makes people feel an overwhelming sense of vanity.

He invited her in front of so many people, especially the one that was neither high nor low, but clear-Mrs. Mo.

Enough to sweep through all the rumors of their strangers, disagreements, and breakups in the past few days, as long as she accepts this invitation and puts her hands up, then it is self-evident that the rumors will go in the future.

Especially his attitude towards Muse just now was gentle enough and enough to be courteous and alienated.

The eyes he looked at with his lowered eyes were calm and focused, as if all he could see at this moment was her.

It is a pity that such battles can no longer seduce her now.

It's also a pity...when she could be tempted by such eyes and gestures, even if it was vanity, she had never tasted it.

Just like at this moment, she actually wanted to stand up and dance with him, thinking that she had suffered enough to practice dance skills when she invited a famous teacher, and she has never had a good chance to show off. It is a pity to think about it.

The gentleness and smile on Wen Yi’s face did not change in any way. Her voice was soft, but slightly cooler, "I really don’t dance very well, especially when Miss Muse was in front of Zhuyu, so I won’t show my ugliness..."

Her eyes crossed him and landed on Muse who was looking at them not far away, with a faint smile, "I think Miss Muse really wants to dance with the eldest son. She dances very well. I'm afraid no one in the room can And, the eldest son should invite her..." As she said, she smiled lowly, "Let me come, one dance down, maybe even your feet will be trampled on by me. I don’t know how many. People secretly say that it is not mine, and I cannot bear this guilt."

During the whole speaking process, she didn't even get up, still with the dark green shawl on her shoulders.

She had given him enough face, she didn't know how to jump every word, and took the responsibility to herself.

But to refuse is to refuse.

What's more, he doesn't believe that a woman who has been reborn in order to become the perfect daughter-in-law in Lawrence's eyes and cut herself into a new posture will not be able to see people in dance skills.

When he was still in Jiangcheng, he saw that this woman was difficult to engage with.

So although he was a little curious about her at that time, he would not choose to be close to her if it was not forced by the situation, but when the situation drove him closer and closer together, he was also interested in her. It gradually thickens.

It was hard to convince her, not to mention that he seemed to hurt her once.

He looked down at her, his handsome face did not change, his movements did not retract, and he did not say anything in a hurry, but in the eyes of others, he was still waiting for her response.

The more so, the more eyes gathered, and the more noisy the low voices.

With such a posture, the longer the stalemate, the more embarrassing it will be.

Of course Wen Yi understood, so she bit her lip gradually, and even tried to communicate with him with her eyes, so that he could resolve the situation.

But the man always looked at him calmly, his eyes dark, with a faint smile, and he didn't mean to back off.

Over time, she will inevitably be shaken.

If he hasn't stopped, and she hasn't agreed, not only his face will be lost, but she, a person who doesn't know how to give face, can hardly see where his face is.

What's more, others don't know her and his situation, and it is only her who is behind the arrangement.

For a moment, Wen Yi almost stood up.

But before she made this reaction, the charming voice on the side rang clearly, "Shi Chen, this lady you marry is famous and capable but low-key. She has never liked to do such provocative things... If you don’t dislike me for neglecting to exercise and regressing a lot in the past few years, I will invite you to dance this dance, okay?"

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