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

Men like Shen Yu are not too keen to send text messages, so he called directly.

When Wen Yi took out his mobile phone to check, Mo Shichen glanced over and saw the number of the missed call that he had deleted. His eyes darkened, and his thin lips gradually formed a straight line.

Wen Yi was also slightly surprised, but he quickly called to answer.

After a moment of silence, the man's soft, as if moodless voice rang over the phone, "Have you gone back?"

Wen Yi held a mobile phone in one hand, and got out of the car by pushing the door with the other hand. A cool breeze blew, with a cool chill, she raised her eyes and inspected the manor, thinking for a while, this Can the place count her as—"I'm back."

But this thought only flashed past, and she quickly replied with a smile, "I'm here, have you already gone home?"

With a "bang", the sudden loud slamming of the door made Wen Yi's heart tremble, and he almost fell to the ground with his mobile phone.

She turned around and looked at Mo Shichen who was walking towards her.

This man just slammed the car door?

Is he crazy?

Wen Yi was about to have an attack, but saw the man walking towards her with long legs with a calm face, gentle and natural eyebrows, and there was no sign of anger that he slammed the car door, as if he had accidentally closed the car door.

When she reached her mouth, she held back, just glared at him.

Mo Shichen's expression was very complacent, as if nothing happened just now, he stepped on unhurried steps to her side, took her hand and walked into the house.

It’s just that the loud noise just now was heard by Shen Yu even after a phone call. After a few seconds of hesitation, he still asked, "What happened?"

Wen Yi was embarrassed and couldn't answer for a while. He was thinking about whether to make a random argument. Shen Yu's next sentence has already sounded, "President Mo slammed the door?"

Wen Yi, "..."

After a pause, she replied quickly, in a casual tone, as if she was talking about an irrelevant thing, "Maybe, I don't know what he is going crazy."

Mo Shichen lowered his head and glanced at her faintly, without saying a word, just holding her tightly, as if pinching her hard.

"in argument?"

Wen Yi smiled, "No, what can I quarrel with him."

Mo Shichen sneered slightly, and this woman said that she would be able to quarrel with him for a month for a month.

Shen Yu did not continue to ask this question, and then asked again, "I met you downstairs in your apartment... Do you still live alone or does he live with you in your apartment?"

Wen Zhang lightly lowered his mouth, glanced at the man who was forcibly holding him next to him, and smiled lengthily, "What a joke, how can my small apartment of more than 200 square meters be able to hold Mr. Mo? All the villas can't support him."

Shen Yu seemed to think what she said was funny, and laughed on the other end.

Wen Yi heard him smile, and there were some smiles on his face unconsciously, very shallow and silent, but the man who kept his head down and stared at her naturally saw it.

Shen Yu whispered over there, "I heard your brother talk about you and him."

Wen Yi opened his mouth and blew the broken hair that was blown in front of her eyes by the wind, then shook his head, and then said with half emotion and half complain, "He is really a big mouth."

Shen Yu's tone was ordinary and calm, "It's just that when I talked to him about you accidentally, he just said something."

"I've been doing well, and I may be on vacation recently. How about you, are you going to live at home or find a place to move out and live alone?"

Mo Shichen's brows frowned as he listened to them, these two people... are they endless?

Talking about some dry topics, what is there to talk about.

Mo Shichen dragged Wen Yi into the house expressionlessly, and the manor servant greeted him when he changed shoes in the hallway. "My lord, your dinner is ready. Will you and your wife eat now?"

Wen Yi interjected when he heard the words, "Oh, I have eaten, let him be alone."

"Hey, good..."

Before the servant could finish answering, the man interrupted her tepidly, "Get her some dessert or something after dinner."

Wen Yi looked up again, and said casually, "I don't want to eat, don't make it for me."

The servant looked at Wen Yi, then looked at Mo Shichen embarrassedly.

The man's expression had begun to be bad, and he said lightly to the servant, "Go prepare."

"Ok……"

Wen Yi frowned at him with his mobile phone, "I don't have the habit of eating midnight snacks, and I ate a lot at night."

He said lightly, "Not for you to eat supper."

Wen Yi had to take the time to chat with Shen Yu and look at the man, "Then what are you doing?"

The man looked at her plainly, and said plainly, "Come with me to dinner."

"I have already eaten."

"So you have supper and I have dinner."

"Mo Shichen, are you naive?"

He put one hand in his trouser pocket, and raised his voice condescendingly, "Dinner, you ate with other men. I looked for you all night. I didn’t eat a grain of rice or a drop of water. I finally went home and let you eat. Supper with me for a while, you are talking on the phone with other men, do I have any status?"

Wen Yi, "..."

When are you in position?

It took her a long time to pressure her spleen, "Dare to love, do you usually have no appetite when you eat alone?"

"Have."

"Then what do you mean?"

The man lifted his chin, pointed at the phone she was holding, and said with a smile but a smile, "You have a hot fight with your bamboo horse, can I have a meal?"

Wen Yi, "..."

She looked at him speechlessly for a few seconds, and was about to say don't eat if you can't eat it. Shen Yu, who has been silent for a long time, has already said, "Go and eat with him. Lord Mo is so jealous, I'll talk to you again. If you continue to talk, you will be really ignorant."

Those words of Mo Shichen, especially those that were meant for Wen Yi, might as well say that he deliberately increased the volume and spoke to Shen Yu on the other end of the phone.

Wen Yi was embarrassed again, but he could only stare at the man before him coldly, and then said softly, "Well, then I have time to call you next time, or when will I visit Uncle Shen? Auntie."

Shen Yu smiled, "Okay, goodbye."

"Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yi tossed the phone casually, making a big "pop", "Mo Shichen, are you deliberately making trouble with me?"

The man stood tall and tall in front of her, with a gentle smile, "Mrs. Mo, ordinary women would interpret this behavior as being jealous."

Wen Yi, "Am I an ordinary woman?"

"..."

The man spread his hands and said faintly, "I have no place in your heart, and now I have no right to be jealous?"

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