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

The man in front of him suddenly made a move, dragging her into his arms with one hand, his soft body pressed against his chest, and the other hand holding her back of the head at the same time, and kissed her, completely blocking her. lip.

Mo Shichen fixed her head under his own hands, preventing her from having any room for struggle and escape. The tongue flexibly opened her lips and teeth and drove straight in, eroding all the strawberry-flavored sweetness in her mouth. Kiss It's so heavy, it seems that every licking can't wait to stir her nerves.

But the kiss was strangely detailed, as if the man who had lost control of his strength was actually very calm, so calm that he didn't miss any inch of territory, and all would be invaded one by one.

It is not unusual to kiss the age in Paris on occasions, and it is not worth looking at, but even so, perhaps because of their Asian faces, pedestrians passing by will still look at them more or less.

This intense kiss lasted for a minute.

It was short and long.

When Wen Yi was let go, he almost opened his eyes and gasped.

Perhaps the rather rapid breathing made her emotionally unstable. She didn't restrain herself. Following the urge to vent, she raised her hand and slapped it towards the handsome face of the man.

Mo Shichen's face was slapped slightly by her.

The man raised his hand and touched his beaten face, his lips tickled, and then he lowered his head and kissed again.

This time it was even worse, and it also brought unspeakable...erotic taste.

Wen Yi struggled and was annoyed, and wanted to bite him.

When Mo Shichen noticed her intention, he stepped out and left her lips. ? But only a few centimeters later, the temperature of each other's breathing is still very clear, he licked his thin lips, sneered, "You will bite me next time, and I will bite back again."

"And a man like you."

"A man like me?"

"Did you pretend your demeanor started out, or do you feed the dog now?"

Mo Shichen pinched her chin and chuckled lowly, "Look at you, a woman. When there is nothing wrong with a man, she screams about equality between men and women. When she bites, she shows her grace to a man."

She said without thinking, "When I am a man, I only allow me to bite him and he is not allowed to bite me!"

Mo Shichen looked down at her and smiled heartily. Di Chun's smile overflowed from his throat, and he uttered a word, "Okay," his hand held her face, "I accept this reason. Up."

Before Wen Yi could react, he was kissed by the man again.

She subconsciously wanted to bite him badly, but she suddenly remembered the conversation in her mind.

[When my man can only be bitten by me, he is not allowed to bite me! 】

【it is good. 】

Her pupils were wide open, and after all, she was still unable to bite down. Although she could actually shame her, she hadn't gotten used to it all these years, so she was kissed for nothing.

After a long and deep kiss, Mo Shichen bowed his head and approached her ears. In his low voice, every word was clear and sharp, with a strong warning sign, "Wen Ye, don't let me see or know again. Which man did you eat alone with."

Hearing his warning, she laughed softly, "But I often talk to customers about cooperation, and then eat together, or talk while eating. There will be men in it...just like Muse asked you today. "

"I'm too lazy to argue with you," the man was not afraid to speak in her ears while speaking in her ears and licked her cochlea with the tip of his tongue abruptly. The woman shuddered and he muttered. The cold smile is no longer the kind of gentle tone, "I will clean up once I know about it, and I will clean up you."

Wen Yi pushed his chest heavily before he finished speaking, pushing the unsuspecting man back a few steps.

She shook him off and turned around indiscriminately.

Mo Shichen had long legs and long hands. He grabbed her hand from behind following her in three or two steps, and reprimanded him amusedly, "Where are you going? Your home is not in that direction."

Wen Yi glanced back at him and said faintly, "I don't want to care about you, I don't want to go home."

Mo Shichen looked at her.

He always thinks that if a woman is really not irritable at all, it is not willful at all, it would be quite boring, but a woman who really makes a child's temper is no better than her serious anger.

He reminded her with a smile but a smile, "Mrs. Mo, don't forget, you said on the phone, I found you and you will go back to sleep tonight."

She raised her eyelids, "That was the last thing, you messed with me again, don't you know?"

Mo Shichen, "..."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled with no warmth and no smile, "I thought it was two. After kissing you, you are not allowed to eat alone with other men."

Wen Yi was neither cold nor hot, "Don't forget that I'm nondescript?"

She finally changed her style on a whim and boringly. Before going out, she was satisfied and in a good mood. She "ran into" Shen Yu, who hadn't seen for a long time, and was praised——

Unlike Mo Shichen, Shen Yu usually doesn't open his mouth to praise, but he doesn't make people feel hydrated when he speaks.

The man immediately poured cold water over him.

Mo Shichen, "..."

Under the street lights at night, he looked at her again.

Actually, there is no need to look again. The first time he saw it, it was a bright spot. He was used to seeing the cold and meticulous Wen Yi, and occasionally saw her spend time in dressing up, casual but fashionable, and with some little women. It's beautiful, fresh and unique.

More importantly, she looks three years younger than the one in the company.

Wen Yi said that he had a thick-skinned face and he was indeed arrogant, but no matter how passionate he was, he couldn't understand her dress as-for him.

Just imagine it might be for other men--

That would be very eye-catching.

Although rationally, he felt that it was impossible for Wen Yi to dress up before going out. The surname was Shen, but no matter how clear his reason was, he couldn't suppress all the emotions that emerged. .

No matter how he looked at it, he still felt an eyesore.

Sometimes men never understand that women dress up for their own happiness, and have nothing to do with them.

He stared at her condescendingly for a while, half of the man's face was hidden in the shadows, making his whole face look lacking in realism, but it was more mysterious and sexy, "When you were with me, If I don’t buy it for you, you will be wearing an aunt’s underwear that is not unconventional. You will know how to control yourself when you eat with a man who doesn’t know where it’s coming from. You still count on me and say you look good?"

"You can shut up and not comment."

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