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

She was breathing fast, and even her eyes seemed to be empty. The whole person seemed to be pushed into an empty state. She didn't feel that the man's words stabbed her, but she still felt that the blood in her whole body was like Surged.

She hasn't felt this way for a long, long time.

Mo Shichen looked at her for a while, half a minute later, he leaned down again and stretched his hand to her chest. Wen Yi's body became stiff, raised his eyelids, and looked at him with cold eyes.

The man's slender and beautiful fingers buckled her buttons one by one, and even raised his hand to straighten her short hair, and finally put a soft kiss on her cheek, then stood up and walked back.

He methodically poured a cup of hot tea, then turned back to her and put the cup on the coffee table.

There was heat and white mist.

When he quietly turned around to go back to his desk to eat his lunch, Wen Yi suddenly said, "Mo Shichen."

He immediately stopped and turned back, inserting a hand into his trouser pocket freely, posing a leisurely and patient posture, and replied in a low and deep voice, "Huh?"

She raised her head, her face regained a calm indifference, "I would rather fight to make me hate and make me hate you and want to interact with me, Prince Mo, I'm really curious, even if I am the wife you wanted to save before you lost your memory. Is there such a big attraction and necessity for you, even if you recover your memory, what if you have abandoned Li Qianrui, what is it difficult for you to empathize?"

He spread his hands and smiled faintly, "It's very simple, what his heart wants."

He hadn't thought about this before, it was just the situation, and he naturally made such a choice in the face of this situation.

There is no reason, or apart from the established reasons, he just wants to do it.

"Don't you have a guilty conscience when you say this?"

Mo Shichen walked up to her, leaned over and supported her with his arms, looked at her eyes, and forced her to look at herself, and said with a low smile, "What do I say, you have your own Judgment, why ask me."

"Didn't you say that I am so vicissitudes that you have no confidence to fall in love?"

His face is right in front of her, and the tip of his nose seems to touch him at any time, "Because I still like it,"

Wen Yi smiled and asked lightly, "Really?"

"I like you or not, don't you feel it?"

She turned her face away, not smiling, "Your likes are not rare."

He got closer to her again, his chin pressed against her cheek, his thin lips leaned against her ears, "You even gave me the courage and opportunity to make me fall in love with you, but you think my love is cheap, I Is it rare for you to fall in love with you like this?"

"I want to arouse me after stimulating?"

He laughed and stroked her cheek with warm fingertips, "Baby, I'm just making sense to you."

Wen Yi smiled without a smile, "You are really not afraid, I will turn my face with you."

"Turn it if you want," his voice was low and gentle, "I can't even turn my face, isn't it too wrong to be my woman?"

The expression on her face was stiff and stiff.

"Mo Shichen."

"Ok?"

"I am willing to bow down."

…………

In the evening.

When Mo Shichen went to Wen Yi's office to find her as usual after get off work, he found that she was no longer there. He narrowed his eyes and asked the secretary outside, "Where is your manager Wen?"

"President Wen left after four o'clock."

"gone?"

The secretary looked at the new president's unpredictable expression, and her heart trembled, "Yes, she said there was a private matter to deal with, and she said..."

"What else?"

The secretary coughed in a low voice, "Also said...The president won't blame her if she skipped work anyway."

When Wen Yi was packing her things to leave, the secretary thought she had an appointment with a client, but she said it was a private matter.

The secretary has followed her for so many years and has never seen her leave work early because of "private affairs". She was very surprised. He thought something was wrong with her at home, so he asked with concern. As a result, Wen Yi's eyelids lifted and she lazily returned. One sentence.

Mo Shichen laughed immediately.

He squeezed his eyebrows, the arc on his thin lips has not disappeared, and the look in the secretary's eyes has become more and more unpredictable. He smiled lightly, "Vice President Wen is right, I am pursuing her recently, too. I dare not train her, but... as the vice president, such attendance affects the company's atmosphere, what should I do?"

The secretary's hairs were erected by Mo Shichen's eyes, "President, this..."

What did you stare at him so directly? Have a dime relationship with him?

Mo Shichen smiled kindly, "Does the subordinates also have to be responsible for the mistakes of the boss?"

secretary,"……"

What is the reason for this unwarranted disaster?

The secretary was crying, really going to cry, "Chief... President, this... President Wen is going... I can't stop it?"

"Oh, then she has to leave next time, you can't stop it?"

The secretary's inspiration flashed, and he got the subtext of the president in an instant. He immediately stood up straight and responded quickly, "I will tell you the first time...let the president personally persuade President Wen."

The man's lips smiled, and he said leisurely, "That's it?"

The secretary hesitated for a while, and asked tentatively, "Wen's future movements... are you reporting to you?"

Mo Shichen gave him a satisfied look, then condensed the expression on his face, walked away with his long legs, turned and walked out.

The secretary breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that there was cold sweat on his back.

"..."

Mo Shichen walked out of the door of Wenyue's office with his front foot, and while walking into the elevator with his back foot, he took out his mobile phone and dialed her.

The first time, she did not answer.

He stared at the phone that was hung up naturally and smiled again.

I don't know if it is funny or angry.

Without hesitation, he dialed the second one.

This time, the woman over there tapped to answer when the phone was about to hang up automatically again.

Although she answered the phone, she didn't say anything. Mo Shichen was patient, and asked in a low temper, "Mrs. Mo, what private affairs did you do?"

She replied lazily, "It's nothing."

After a moment of silence, he said, "Where are you, I will pick you up."

"I don't want to care about you."

He asked amusedly, "Baby, are you having a temper with me?"

"Yeah, I originally planned to be only for these three months, but you have to stop," her gentle and soft voice is very lazy, "Since you are so capable, I will give you a chance to perform, lest you I'm going to be told by you to look like a dead person all day."

"Then you have to tell me where are you?"

"Find it for yourself, don't you like to play couples agreement, love games, and if you mess with me, I will come to coax me again. I told you what else you behaved, how boring?"

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