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

What Wen Yi said before is right, he is not a person who can do useless work.

Picking up the letter in the rain is not what the manor's bodyguards and servants think and pass...Because of the deep love, I want to keep all her things.

This kind of thing seemed to him just a boring self-movement, but it was actually quite stupid.

Of course, he didn't want to show affection to keep her like Wen Zhang thought. Although Wen Zhang felt that he would express his feelings very affectionately, it was their feelings, subjectively he also Never thought of this before.

He picked up these letters just because he wanted to read them, nothing more.

Even if it was too rainy that night, there would not be a complete copy, but he was convinced that even if there were only a few words, hundreds of sentences and words that were complete or incomplete, he could still get a lot of information. .

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When Mo Shichen looked at the wrist watch and counted the time, he estimated that he would go back to the bedroom, and he saw the woman coming out of the bathroom after washing her hair, wiping her hair while bending over to find something.

The door was suddenly opened, and she was taken aback and turned to look at him.

Mo Shichen remained calm, with thin lips and a small smile, "What are you looking for?"

Wen Yi stood up straight now, "Blow."

"Sit down and I will get it for you."

After that, he walked directly into the bathroom, quickly turned back with the white hair dryer, opened it skillfully and freely, adjusted the temperature of the downwind, tried it by hand, and then took off the towel for her hair. Set aside, blowing for her.

After blowing it for a while, Wen Yi said, "I'll do it myself, you can go take a shower."

The man narrowed his eyes, wondering if he remembered something, nodded, handed her the hair dryer, then stood up straight by himself, packed his things and went into the bathroom.

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Wenyue’s hair was soft and only reached her shoulders, so it was easy to blow dry. After picking off the roots of the hair and no longer feeling wet, she put down the hair dryer, went to the window and looked at the lights outside, and then pulled it. When I closed the curtains and turned around, I happened to see the wedding photo.

It’s clean, and I don’t know what technology was used to preserve it.

She remembers the time when she was newly married. Every day she looked at this wedding photo and felt joyful, sweet enough to bubble, just like her in the photo, even if she looked introverted, the arc of the smile, the joy in the look It's too exposed, but those eyes are clearly full of sweet expectations.

And Mo Shichen...

There was a gentle smile on the handsome face, but there was a waveless indifference under his eyes.

Mo Shichen did not soak in the bathtub like her, she could hear the patter of water in the shower.

When the man in the bathroom finished taking the shower and came out wearing a bathrobe, what he saw was the woman already lying on the quilt. Only a black head was exposed, leaning sideways, facing the window.

He smiled silently.

He walked over calmly, turned on the bedside lamp, turned off the bright and luxurious lamp on the ceiling, and then opened the quilt and went to bed.

Wen Yi naturally felt his movements, and his heart suddenly agitated and became tense. Although they had just rolled over violently and crazy not long ago, they were all under special circumstances.

If you agree, you agree. It's not her style to hide, but...

How could she feel nervous? Like a primary school student facing an exam, she hadn't encountered a situation that made her nervous in a long time.

Just as her heartbeat is getting more and more throbbing, guessing whether this man will follow her to pretend to sleep and pierce her, tacitly just sleep for one night first, and a big palm has already touched her hair.

Wen Yi heard the man's low and deep chuckle, "Vice President Wen, I heard that many people in the company are afraid of you, do they know that you have such a shy side... I didn't say something has to happen every night , You don’t want to tell me, just tell me. As for you, pretend to sleep with me, huh?"

Who persuaded?

These two characters plus a big question mark passed over her head, Wen Yi suddenly turned his head, and as soon as he opened his eyes, the man’s handsome face was enlarged and pressed down, blocking her lips, and swallowing. What she was going to say.

The kiss is lingering and delicate, although not intense, but full of provocation and bewitching, as if silence will lead people to the abyss.

Wen Yi breathed a sigh of relief when he was confused and confused. That's okay. As before, this man has always been bedding very well, has no technical endurance, and she doesn't suffer much from being with him.

Although he is not very qualified as a husband, his experience is still very good when it comes to being a lover.

Wen Yi just thought of this, the man had already ended the kiss.

Her face was like a cloud steaming Xiawei, the mist in her eyes seemed to be dipped in water vapor, and her voice was the original softness of her voice, "What's wrong?"

Mo Shichen looked at her like this, and a tight heat wave gradually gathered in his lower abdomen, but he still resisted it, and stood on his side with his elbow resting on his head, looking at her low, with a low faint smile. Said, "I don't want to sleep, Mrs. Mo will talk to me for a while."

Chat... chat?

"Well, it's still early," the man originally had a very pleasant voice, with a smile when he spoke, which was even more exciting, "Or Mrs. Mo doesn't want to chat, but wants to do something more for his lover?"

Wen Yi was already awake, she looked at the man's handsome face with a smile, and suddenly gave birth to a kind of discomfort that was pinched by others.

This man has been trying to pinch her since he came back from Paris. He was rejected from the banquet. After he made the agreement, he seemed to be really pinching her, even this time—

He must feel that women don't like having **** for the sake of sex, so he deliberately chose to chat with her when she felt he was going to sleep with her.

That's right, although she didn't refuse or showed rejection, she really didn't like it. She just obeyed the agreement, but compared to this, she didn't like this man even more because she was arrogant.

Wen Yi looked at him fixedly for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hands from the quilt and climbed onto his shoulders. After a strange glance passed the man's brows and eyes, he rolled over, pushed him, and straddled him. Waist.

Mo Shichen raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes to look at the woman sitting on him. She was so bold that he wouldn't take her down. He only smiled deeply and long, this time he really laughed. The voice became hoarse, "Dear Mrs. Mo, what are you doing?"

Wen Yi licked his crimson lips, and then smiled, "I always hate you for tossing me all night in Jiangcheng, and tied my hands with a belt. Why..."

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