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

After calmly picking, swiping the card, paying the bill, Mo Shichen still led her out as freely and openly as when he came, his figure was straight, his steps were not hurried or slow, and his handsome face was not impatient.

Until he walked out of the corridor where the underwear shop was, the man handed her the shopping bag, "Mrs. Hardy Mo mentioned it."

Wen Yi glanced at it, curled up his lips and smiled, "Lord, you have to ask women to carry things when you visit a mall. What is the truth?"

Her voice was originally gentle, and there was always a kind of coldness when she talked. At this time, she deliberately squeezed her intonation, and the word "Yah" ended up again, producing a soft and waxy effect that she didn't even notice. .

The look and voice were like a feather, scratching his heart back and forth, itching hard.

Mo Shichen's eyes darkened, and the smile in his eyes deepened. He said in a low and long voice, "Why does Mrs. Mo knowingly ask?"

The shopping bag is marked with the logo of this brand of underwear. If you are not clear, you may not know it, but you must know what is inside when you know this logo. It is a last resort to enter the store just now. If he does not follow in, Wen Chang will not go there. , Or buy a bunch of the same style as her before——

Only practical value has no aesthetic value.

He is not willing to walk around the street with a bag of underwear...

Wen Yi’s eyes were full of smiles, and his tone was innocent, "I don’t know, I only know a man who is like my brother, who usually goes shopping with my sister-in-law, he also has to be an honest coolie. Mr. Mo is famous. Gentleman, how can you let a woman pick up things, and... aren't you going to chase me? Sincerely so thin, you want me to coax me to wear **** underwear for you?"

The man was not annoyed, his smiling eyes were like faintly burning flames, and he looked at her eyebrows amusedly and proudly, "You said you, why is your mind so bad, huh?"

Wen Yi smiled, "I don't want to mention it anyway, you want to see you carry it by yourself."

The arc of laughter on Mo Shichen’s lips hasn’t been reduced by half, but his voice has been lowered a bit, and there has been more dumbness, and the entangled smile has become deeper, "Baby, you have known me for so many years, objectively speaking, do you think What is my mind?"

Wen Yi, "..."

This man, threatening her?

She didn't answer, and he didn't seem to need her answer, so he answered leisurely, "It shouldn't be great, right?"

Wen Yi smirked, "...You really know yourself."

He smiled **** and dangerous, "But you don't seem to know it clearly enough."

"Let me carry it, I will go back to the apartment to sleep tonight."

It was clearly stated in the limited-time husband and wife contract that she had to return to the manor for these three months.

Mo Shichen looked at her for a while, put a smile on his lips, held her in one hand and the shopping bag in the other, and stepped towards the elevator without hesitation.

Wen Yi, "..."

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Now that he had signed and agreed, Wen Yi did not pretend to refuse to live with him or sleep with him, and she unambiguously agreed to the things that the couple had to do.

Not to mention that she is a mature enough woman at her age. As the vice president of dignified Clod-Summer, Wen Yi is quite contractual.

On the way back, Wen Yi asked the man who was driving, "Will you not let me go home to pack something?"

"It's late tonight, tomorrow I will accompany you back to clean up, the manor has all the things you need."

Speaking of this, Wen Yi did not say more.

Night has fallen, and outside the car window is a bright and prosperous world.

Staring at the constantly changing night scene for a long time, she was suddenly attacked by an inexplicable sense of loneliness. There was a ridiculous illusion that she felt as if she was drifting on a journey, nowhere to go.

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When Wen Yi was taken to the bedroom by Mo Shichen, it happened to be about nine o'clock. It was not too early or too late.

She stood in the middle of the room, looking at the man who was taking off the suit from her body and hanging his clothes with her back facing her, feeling unspeakable at a loss.

She found that she hadn't slept with others in a long time, and she felt uncomfortable before she started.

Although I slept with him for a few nights before, the situation was very special, either she slept on the bed or where he slept, or forced or drunk to make a dimly physical and mental sleepy, so I don’t have any extra energy to sleep. This thing about a bed.

and……

She looked at the huge double bed. When she came back, it was still gray. Now it was changed to a big red. Although it was not the kind of mattress that seemed like a wedding bed when they were newly married, she and Mo Shichen No one is particularly fond of red, what does the whole red represent... Needless to say.

Mo Shichen turned around after hanging up his clothes. He immediately noticed the slight unusualness on her body. He walked up to her with his long legs and said softly and softly, "After a day of tiredness, go to the bathroom for a bath. Relax in the bath?"

She didn't speak, and nodded.

His fingers fiddled with her short hair, with a **** voice, "There are all kinds of pajamas and nightdresses in the cloakroom next door. Are you going to pick them yourself, or I will bring you one?"

"I go by my own."

"Okay, then I will let you water."

Wen Yi didn't say much, he hummed, then turned and went out.

The content of the cloakroom is no longer what she looked like when she came last time, and they are all replaced with the latest styles of the moment.

She only agreed to his agreement and conditions after get off work tonight, and then accompany him to dinner, and they stayed together until now... This man probably had these clothes prepared when he was preparing for the broken agreements.

He is...

To be arrogant and not restrained.

She absently selected a white nightdress, which was simple in style, neither revealing nor particularly conservative.

When she walked to the bathroom, she saw the man pouring essential oils into the steaming bathtub, with new bath towels and shower gel neatly placed next to him.

He is wearing a white custom shirt with an open neckline and cuffs rolled up, hidden in the white mist, his handsome face is gentle and unreal.

Putting the poured essential oil back to the original place, Mo Shichen walked up to her, "If you need to find me, come to my study and call me after washing."

Wen Yi groaned, and agreed vaguely.

She thought she would not call him.

Mo Shichen saw her careful thinking at a glance, without breaking through, walked past her, and closed the bathroom door as he left.

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study.

On the huge desk, there is a large wooden box with hundreds of thousands of letters neatly packed in it, but they are thoroughly soaked in water and then carefully dried.

So even if it has dried, the paper is all wrinkled and uneven.

The handwriting on the letter is basically obscured because it was soaked in water, but there are always a few lines in the letter that can vaguely distinguish the content.

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