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

Muse’s breathing was briefly blocked, her fingers behind her desk kept rubbing, her eyes met the man, and for three seconds, she slowly relieved her breath, and her complexion slowly recovered, even tilted The red lips showed a very bright smile, and the eyebrows and the eyebrows overflowed with a kind of menacing, "Are you really...not interested in me at all?"

She stood up and stood up, making Muse feel condescending when she looked down at him again, "I hope I can cooperate happily this time, and I will invite you to dinner when I have the opportunity next time."

Without waiting for the man's response, he turned and walked outside.

Almost exactly the time, there was a knock on the door outside the door.

Mo Shichen's eyes changed slightly, but his voice continued as usual, "Come in."

When Wen Yi opened the door, he happened to have a face-to-face meeting with the oncoming Muse, and the two looked at each other for a short time.

Wen Yi had a mask-like smile on his face, "Miss Muse."

Muse was taller than her, and stared down at her face for a while.

Wen Yi's style hasn't changed much, and even his temperament is still that elegant and gentle but inaccessible. It's just that there is no change, and there is still an unspeakable difference.

Wen Yi was about to pass her after saying hello, but Muse suddenly said, "Miss Wen."

"Ms. Muse has something to tell me?"

"Yes," Muse turned sideways, staring at her with scorching eyes. "What Miss Wen said to me last time in Lawrence Manor doesn't count?"

Wen Yi smiled, "I don't understand what you mean too much."

"Don't you really understand?"

"Oh..." Wen Yi smiled clearly under her gaze, "You mean you asked me that night, do you still love Prince Mo?"

Muse didn't speak, but silence was the default.

Wen Yi looked at her, and then at the man who was looking at them silently, his blushing lips slowly pulled out a casual smile, and said lazily, "I didn't take it back, but I just said If you like him, go after him, I... Have you stopped?"

Muse looked at her fearlessly, "I thought that if Miss Wen said that, she would divorce or even draw a line with him instead of bringing lunch with him."

She raised her eyebrows, and said in a toned, with a smile, "I won't stop you from chasing him, but what can I do about him chasing me... You like him so much, but he doesn't know that he is the most charming person, and I refuse No way."

Muse looked at her, and for the first time at such close distance, clearly felt the pressure this woman put on her.

Who told her that their starting points were different, and she was superior at the starting point, but she was too much warmer, but these years, the years she fell in love, and the years spent in failed marriages, this woman has already tempered herself to nothing Fear of any opponent.

She is too confident, so she can easily and entertainingly say these plausible things.

Muse retracted his gaze, took a deep breath, and turned to leave.

Wen Yi glanced at her back lightly, closed the door with his hand, and then walked to the desk with the things in his hand.

As soon as she appeared at the door, Mo Shichen's gaze stayed on her.

She put the thermos box on the desk casually, her face was the same, her tone was ordinary, but she didn't sit down in the chair where Muse had been sitting just now, and stood aside, "Let's eat."

Mo Shichen stared at her face, "How long have you been here."

She replied casually, "It's been a while."

His voice squeezed a few minutes, "Have you heard?"

Wen Yi raised his eyes, "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Mrs. Mo."

"Oh," she said nonchalantly, "that might have been heard."

"Nothing to ask?"

Wen Yi looked up at the handsome and gloomy face of the man, and smiled calmly, "No."

She really didn't.

No problem, no idea.

Mo Shichen stared at her without speaking, but gradually pursed his thin lips.

He was a little irritable, and he couldn't say exactly what it was for, perhaps because of those words just now.

Those words...

After a careful assessment, it seemed to be nothing. The woman didn't show anything about it, but the sentence Muse asked if she fell in love with her...

Now even if he is facing her face, he can't really say that I am in love with you.

can……

Seeing that he was silent, Wen Yi said, "You eat, I'm back to my office."

After that, she turned around and walked out of the door stepping on low heels.

When I walked to the door, I was about to hold the doorknob, and suddenly the man who followed the footsteps circled his waist from behind.

His chest pressed against her back, warm and strong.

Wen Yi frowned, still squeezed the door panel in his hand, and increased his strength, "Mo Shichen, don't you do this, please?"

His voice fell in her ears, low and dumb, "Come with me to eat."

"I came here after eating."

"Eat with me."

Wen Yi didn't say it either. She felt that it was meaningless whether she agreed or refused.

He buckled her wrist and pulled her back, and she let go of the doorknob and quietly followed behind, "Okay, I'll go and sit on the sofa... Um."

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the handsome face that was suddenly pressed down. The man's jaw had already been pinched, and he suddenly came close to kissing roughly again.

Wen Yi always thinks that his kissing skills are very good, but this time he seems to be completely irrelevant to the skills, as if he was in a bad mood, so he vented roughly, kissing so hard it almost made her tongue numb, and even almost bit her lips. .

She wanted to break free but couldn't match his strength, so she could only slap his shoulders hard with her hands in a fist, whimpering, her eyes widened, filled with her resentment.

"Wen Ye," when the kiss ended, he squinted his deep and gloomy eyes, sparks were about to burst out, one hand was still pinching her chin, and the other was pressing her waist against him. In his arms, "I really don't like your appearance, you know?"

She was frightened, palpitated, unbelievable and funny, "Are you crazy?"

He lowered his eyes to look at the face he was holding in his hands, and the dark flames in his heart burned even harder, "I have spent enough time on you, and you just want to perfuse me?"

Wen Yi felt that what he said was really absurd. She sneered and said, "You have spent enough time, why can't I perfuse you?"

Besides, he asked her to bring him lunch at noon. She had never done anything like this before. Did she bring it?

"No," his face lowered and lowered, and the closer distance allowed her to see the thick emotions in his eyes more clearly, arrogantly fierce, "I work hard, I must make money, I If you try to please a woman, she must fall in love with me."

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