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

Wen Yi sneered, "Lord, I think you are really spoiled by a woman. If you don’t want to be jealous for you to express your love for you, you feel that this is so heartbroken? I am too lazy to argue with you, yes. Because I can't lift the energy, understand?"

He asked her to eat with him, watching him eat, she didn't want to refuse, she was too lazy to refuse.

I'm all asleep, and I still have to be noisy and yelling when I have a meal together.

Mo Shichen looked down at her, his eyes were already a little dangerous, "Can't raise the energy?"

She turned her face away and assumed that she was too lazy to take care of him.

The corners of Mo Shichen’s lips rose, and he laughed silently. Suddenly, he clasped her waist arm and led her back. A few steps later, when Wen Yi opened his eyes and almost exclaimed, the two of them both doubled. He fell into the leather hospitality sofa behind him.

He lowered his head, breathed into her cochlea gently, and smiled gently, "What can I do, what about me, the more you don’t want to talk to me and don’t want to fight with me, the more I am I want to quarrel with you."

Wen Yi wanted to push the man on him, but he couldn't push him without a doubt.

She licked her lips and calmed down her emotions again. She looked at him with cold eyes and sneered coldly, "Why, do you still want to press me for a shot in your office?"

He smiled, "No way?"

Wen Yi actually wanted to provoke him.

Come, do he think she is afraid?

Thinking about the consequences, she felt, or she knew, there was nothing this man couldn't do.

Besides, what good is it to provoke him? It's still going to be sleeping, and those who take advantage are not in her turn. Just provoke him for the momentary time when he is about to be retaliated. It is not a benefit to her.

Wen Yi closed his eyes, and said calmly, "Aren't you going to eat, tell me to bring it over and you just leave it there?"

The man's gaze fell on her, his fingers wandering like nothing, he seemed to be thinking about where to start, and he whispered, "It's the same to eat later."

"Mo Shichen, you...well."

He kissed it, and his hands fell on her waist, confined in his arms in this way, no matter how hard he struggles, he can only be within this radius. The kiss is strong and menacing, while the man's hands are groping. As she unbuttoned her shirt, her big palm unscrupulously covered the limp.

Wen Yi's anger rushed upwards with an uncontrollable momentum, biting his lips and tongue unruly, finally forcing the man to end the kiss, leaving her lips slightly.

When her hands were free again, she didn't have a second of hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped her slap fiercely, "Mo Shichen, don't deceive people too much!"

He stretched out his tongue, licked the corners of his lips, and sneered, "I'm still bullying you," the man's hand pinched her chin, and smiled softly, "Tenderly, if I spend the time I can't win back anything with the price, so in these three months, if I bully you appropriately, can I make up for my psychological loss and injustice?"

Wen Yi was short of breath, this time he still didn't hesitate, and slapped it again.

After two consecutive "pops", red palm prints appeared on the handsome face of the man.

He raised his hand and touched his face. The knee of one leg was placed on her hip instead of the arm, and he looked at her condescendingly. His handsome face was still smiling, but in those black eyes, The floating whole body is in primitive danger, "Look at you, Vice President Wen, it is you who bit me to see blood, you are also the one who slaps me twice, but it is me who deceives people so much, what's the truth about you, um ?"

Wen Yi didn't think she was afraid of him, but the indescribable aura that made people feel like trembling pores was constantly stimulating her nerves from the man's body, "Mo Shichen, are you a bone?" I'm not feeling well after spending a good day, so I have to look for trouble?"

He lifted his thin lips and said coldly, "I can't see you as a dead person."

He had just torn open the two buttons of Wen Yi’s shirt, revealing the two soft milky white bras that wrapped her, and the chest was leaning sharply together, and the curve seemed to be clearer, but she had no time to care about it at this time. The exposed spring light.

Seeing that her temper was about to be overwhelming, Mo Shichen continued to irritate her with a calm voice, "Look at you, Qian Rui will do whatever it takes to get me, saying that she is younger than you, but Muse is older than you. When I was two or three years old, I gave up and experienced a failed marriage. Although I was haggard and lonely, I still can’t get up and come back immediately, how about you?"

He deliberately lowered his head, and let the thin lips stick to her at the distance of his little finger, "Abilities, methods, backgrounds, all are better than them, but he wants to divorce me but is afraid of tearing my face. The Wen family didn’t dare to tear it up with me. They signed an agreement to persuade myself to work hard in bed so that I can sleep well. You just don’t dare. You don’t want to have any conflicts with me, you don’t want collisions and frictions, you just imagine Like an ostrich, he buried himself in the sand, just wanting to be in peace, so all he could bear was tolerated."

Wen Yi's eyes were wide open, his pupils were slightly dilated, but his eye circles seemed to be red.

"Muse entered their family business in order to get close to me. Do you still think that from her starting point, she will never be able to surpass you in work ability in her life, you look better than them, ask yourself... you really Is it better than them?"

She looked at the man's face, handsome and nasty.

A mocking expression floated on his face, "Vice President Wen, I am spoiled by women, it is better than you are honed by life and reality so that you neither want to attack or want to grab, and have no fighting spirit. I originally thought I was When you get along, you will like you more and more, and even fall in love with you, but I suddenly found that your heart is more vicissitudes of life than Muse's old and haggard appearance, neither dare to love nor hate."

Mo Shichen removed the fingers that pinched her chin, put away the malicious mockery, and said lightly, "I always feel that I may have loved you before, but you don't know, I don't know... But With you now, I suddenly don’t have the confidence to fall in love."

He straightened up and left the sofa completely, no longer confining her, and even the pure masculine aura that belonged to him disappeared.

He lowered his head and glanced at her without a trace.

Wen Yi sat on the sofa embarrassedly. When she came, her neatly groomed short hair was messy a lot. She didn't even tidy up her clothes. She grabbed the shirt on her waist with her fingers, and she got wrinkles.

White fingers shuddered thinly.

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