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

Seeing that he stretched out his hand to lift the quilt, the whole back couldn't bend very much. This action was very challenging for him, slow and difficult. She didn't care about anything else, and immediately walked over and reached out to lift the quilt. , "Okay, be careful, don't do things you can't do temporarily, so as not to aggravate the injury."

Mo Shichen sat down slowly without looking at her, "I have to trouble you with this little thing, I am not more annoying."

"..."

Wen Yi did not speak, frowned and watched him slowly lying down.

She looked down at him, and finally said, "Why didn't you listen to the doctor's advice just now and lie down in the hospital for a few days to recuperate?"

The man closed his eyes, "It's no different at home than in the hospital. I have to deal with work."

"jobs?"

"I have to work if my brain is not paralyzed, let alone this injury," he opened his eyes, his dark and deep eyes were like an ancient well, and the corners of his thin lips pulled out indifferently. Rubbing your personal care at home?"

Wen Yi, "..."

She did have this...well, doubt.

Based on his character, it seemed normal for her to speculate and doubt it?

Mo Shichen looked at her for a while, did not speak, and closed his eyes again.

When he didn’t speak, she naturally wouldn’t take the initiative to say anything. She walked to the sofa and turned off the floor lamp, and then returned to the bed. The bedside lamp went out together, and the whole bedroom fell into darkness. There is no moonlight.

Wen Yi lay on his side, facing the window.

She was holding the quilt, and she opened her eyes to see nothing.

In her mind, she recalled what happened all day long. At the end of the day, her thoughts were so messed up as a ball of hair, she slowly fell asleep in the mess of pictures and thoughts. past.

Realizing that the breathing of the person lying next to him finally calmed down slowly and evenly, Mo Shichen seemed to have liberated something. He stretched out his arm and turned on the bedside lamp on his side, then turned his head to look at the person lying there. Woman on the other side.

Her short black hair fell scattered around her neck, very quiet, asleep, and not awakened by the light.

He remembered the turbulent and incomplete picture of memories that had surfaced in his mind early in the morning, with the warm and green face in it, and the young girl with the love of Akagi in her heart.

Then he thought of the Wen Yi just now, cold and mocking.

[At least I won’t be like you and Muse. Getting married seems like someone else is taking advantage of the sky. I want people to offer you like Buddha and Bodhisattva. It’s not good enough to give you up, and you have to talk to your ex. Unclear and lingering. 】

[Nothing, that is, you must be there to enjoy each piano performance, and then you will give away your favorite champagne rose, and the rose must be the best variety. Sometimes the rose in the flower shop is bought by someone who gets married. Mr. Mo would also send a private jet to airlift the freshest and best presented to the beauty, Bo Jia smiled. 】

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Wen Yi was busy the next morning. First, he "served" the injured to wash, rub medicine, eat breakfast, go to the study to get his notebook, then change clothes and make-up, and prepare to go to the company.

Mo Shichen frowned as she watched her busy schedule, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you say that before, have you been on vacation at home these months?"

She hadn't expressed any objection or put forward any opinions before, he assumed that she acquiesced and agreed to this matter.

Wen Yi did agree. "It doesn't matter if I go to work or not, but... now you are injured. Even if you can handle official affairs at home, there will always be some things you can't show up. If I don't do it at this time, you definitely won't Does it affect the company?"

He said lightly, "I can't come forward, just let Mo Shiqian come forward."

Wen Yi didn't speak, only a long oh.

Mo Shichen could also see what she was thinking, and said in a low tone, "Even if I have to pay my wife and lose money in more than two months, I want to take advantage of you during these days. It’s a very human way of thinking, right?"

She paused and nodded.

When it comes to this, what can she say.

For some people, the more frank he is, the more difficult it is to resist.

"Then I'll go to the company, and bring the documents you need to process with Kangding. I still have some trivial matters and little tail to deal with. I will come back between noon. I will arrange a servant at the door later. Waiting for you to summon at any time."

Mo Shichen was not very happy at first, but couldn't find any reason or excuse to oppose, so he could only nod his head to avoid embarrassing consent.

"I'm leaving."

The man hummed.

When she turned to leave, she heard the man on the bed faintly, and then said in a slightly muffled voice, "Get back early when you're done."

She was stunned for a few seconds, did not speak, and just walked out.

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Kang Ding can basically prepare the work documents that Mo Shichen needs to process, and there is nothing she needs to intervene. After communicating with Kang Ding, she returned to her office, preparing to improve work efficiency and deal with some small tails.

In fact, because she had been in Jiangcheng for more than two months before, she basically didn't have any big projects.

When it was almost eleven o'clock noon, she leaned back and stretched her long waist. She was preparing to take a break and pack her things and return to the manor. However, before she got up, the phone next to her notebook rang. Up.

She glanced at it, and it was a call from a domestic servant.

Without thinking, I picked it up and clicked to answer, "I'm going to come back now, what happened to the house?"

"No, no," the man who called her was the old servant of the manor. She was looking for a servant again this time. She came back and was a little older. She lowered her voice as if she was afraid of being heard by someone." Madam...a woman named Muse said that she heard that the eldest son was ill, and came to see him specially...you better come back soon."

Muse?

Wen Yi lifted the corners of his lips and smiled silently. It's really fast news and quick actions.

She faintly said, "I know, I'll be back now, did the prince let her in?"

"Yes..." The servant hesitated, probably because she was afraid that she would mind, so he said tactfully, "The visitor is a guest, and the eldest son is probably not good at letting people come in, but it shouldn't be long. Come back soon."

"Okay, you can go ahead and do nothing else."

"Hey."

Wen Yi hung up the phone, played with the phone with his fingers for a while, and got up without any problems, tidyed things up, took out the car key from the drawer, got up and walked outside.

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