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

The height of the two is almost the same, and the temperament overlaps, but the difference is even more obvious. Mo Shichen's eyebrows and eyes have a bit of yuppie, but they don't appear frivolous, and Wen Hanye looks gentle, though. Also comes with romantic temperament.

This is a high-end residential area, with clean corridors and bright lights, only a bit luxurious and expensive but unhumanly deserted.

Mo Shichen pulled his thin lips and smiled, "Xiao Wen always seems to be dissatisfied with me?"

Wen Hanye said, "I dare not dare."

"..."

The handsome face of the man is always covered with a mask-like smile. His tone is gentle, but he means clearly, "I know I have done a lot of things that hurt Wen Yi in the past, but for now, she is still mine. Wife..." The tone of his voice paused for a few seconds, and the arc of his lips rose, "It will be in the future."

Wen Hanye seemed to smile, "Only...have you hurt her in the past?"

Mo Shichen squinted his eyes, and his smile seemed to fade, but the arc was still there, "It seems that Xiao Wen is always very dissatisfied with me."

Wen Hanye shrugged his shoulders meaninglessly, with a casual smile on his face, "To be honest, they are all men. If Wen Yi wasn't my sister, I would understand you very well."

Mo Shichen raised his eyebrows silently and smiled lowly, "The implication is, as a brother, don't you think I'm a good candidate to be with your sister?"

Wen Hanye asked in astonishment, "Does Mr. Mo think he is a good match?"

"..."

A few seconds later, Mo Shichen smiled at the corners of his lips and nodded without any psychological obstacles, "Of course."

"..."

Wen Hanye shook his head, smirked on his lips, "When it comes to thick-skinned things, my eldest son, you are really hard to come by."

"..."

Mo Shichen spread his hands, "I treat her sincerely. They are all men. Xiao Wen, do you doubt my sincerity?"

Wen Hanye had nowhere to put his hand, and put it in his pocket, squinting at him, squinting to laugh, "That woman named Li Qianrui, I heard that she has come to the stage of talking about marriage with you, she was caught by your brother The kidnappers don’t know where they are. You can go to bed with my sister in peace and woo...Tsk, although your relationship experience is not as rich as I am, the speed and efficiency of turning the article are faster than I am turning my face.

Mo Shichen's face remained unchanged, and he smiled clearly, "Do you brothers and sisters think I am too ruthless?"

Wen Hanye nodded, sighed, and sighed, "You also broke up with Muse on the front foot, and got married with my sister on the back foot... If you break it off, it makes these women think about you."

Mo Shichen’s handsome face was cold and deserted, as if a smile was not a smile, "If you divide it, you will divide it. I want to marry your sister. I won’t get married tomorrow, and we will get married next year. Why bother to waste such a long period of time. To the end of the world?"

If it is broken, it is broken, and if it is chosen, it is chosen.

Just like when he was in Jiangcheng, he chose Li Qianrui. He neither regarded himself as Mo Shichen nor Wen Yi as his wife.

And now the choice has changed, but his approach has not changed in essence.

"You are pestering her now, but because she is your wife, and you just have a little interest in her, so she is extremely to you, the only correct choice, just like when you lost your memory in Jiangcheng , Li Qianrui is your right choice..."

Wen Hanye’s voice is deliberately prolonged and lazy, but it is always filled with cool spirit, "But the correct choice may not always be correct. After you married my sister, you were often ambiguous with Muse, you abandoned it. Li Qianrui didn't blink his eyes either. For you, no woman is irreplaceable. What's more, this little bit of today is exactly what you are interested in... Mr. Mo, you are not the only one who can make the right choice."

For Wen Yi, it is the right choice to completely reject this relationship even if it started.

He didn't just hurt her in the past, he will also in the future.

Mo Shichen said nothing.

He looked at Wen Hanye, and then at the closed door behind him.

Wen Hanye didn't say much, stood up straight, and walked past him with his feet raised.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened, and Wen Hanye had walked straight into the elevator, and soon disappeared on this floor.

Mo Shichen stood in the bright and white cold and quiet corridor for a long time, then took a step forward, pressed the code with his finger, and then opened the door and walked in.

The lights in the apartment were basically off, but Wen Hanye was probably afraid that Wen Yi would wake up in the middle of the night, so he left the floor lamp next to the sofa in the living room. The light was dim, and it seemed quieter in this quiet night.

He gently pushed open the bedroom door, and in the dimly invisible light, he vaguely saw the figure of a woman undulating on the bed, lying on his side, wondering if he was asleep.

He walked to the bed.

The curtains were not closed, and the moon hanging still in the night cast bright white light in. She closed her eyes and breathed evenly. Maybe she drank alcohol, so she fell asleep very quickly, but there was still a thin face on her face. red.

Only Mo Shichen noticed that the woman in the quilt was still wearing the white skirt at the banquet.

Although Wen Hanye is her brother, men and women are different even when he kisses him, so he simply wiped her face with a hot towel, and it was impossible to change her clothes by himself.

He turned on the bedside lamp, scratched the woman's nose with his fingers, and whispered, "Wen Yi."

The woman frowned, her head moved, but there was no sign of opening her eyes.

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The next morning, Wen Yi opened her eyes and woke up at the usual time. She sat up with her somewhat groggy head and patted her face to dispel sleepiness.

After sitting for nearly three to five minutes, she lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, but when her feet fell, she suddenly realized something. She lowered her head and looked at the nightdress on her body... her face suddenly changed.

She remembered... She had a few glasses of volts last night. Although she was a bit drunk, she knew that her brother sent her back.

Her brother wouldn't be so perverted to change her clothes, would he?

That kind of **** is very precocious. He understood the difference between men and women before entering junior high school, and he avoided privacy before she started to develop.

After sitting by the bed for a while, she comforted herself. Maybe she felt uncomfortable sleeping in the dress last night. She changed it by herself. Anyway, she would enter the amnesia fragment mode when she was drunk.

Thinking about this, she was relieved a lot, got up and walked into the bathroom to prepare to wash.

She stood in front of the wash basin and squeezed toothpaste with an unconscious forehead. She looked up in her glasses inadvertently, and her face changed drastically.

In the clean mirror, the dark red and purple traces on the clavicle under her neck were clearly reflected--

If it wasn't for a hickey, there would be no other statement.

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