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

Of course Wen Yi didn't know. The reason why the door left a gap was also because when Muse came in, Mo Shichen said lightly, lonely men and women make people misunderstand, let the door be open.

That's why the door is the way Wen Yi met when he came.

Muse's red eyes became even redder, and there was a thin layer of water in the eye sockets. This look is so pitiful to me, but Wen Yi is a woman, and not her daughter. If I see her, I still pity her. It doesn't feel much.

Muse looked at her with writhing anger in her eyes, staring at her fiercely.

This woman must have done something wrong, otherwise Shi Chen could not turn her face so unsympathetic to her at once. She took a deep breath, then bit her red lips, and strode past Wen Yi’s side, the menacing The posture seemed to bring a gust of wind.

Wen Yi looked sideways at Muse who was leaving, until her figure disappeared at the top of the stairs, she retracted her gaze and turned to raise her foot to walk into the bedroom.

Mo Shichen's aura quickly changed silently when she walked in. The heavy haze has faded and returned to peace and quiet.

He stared lightly and deeply at the woman who walked in, trying to distinguish and find clues from the look on her face.

But Wen Yi looked very unusual. He walked to the bed and put the documents in his hand on the small table of his notebook, and explained, "These materials and documents are all sorted out by Kangding. See if What's the problem or missing... Let him fix it then and send it to you."

Mo Shichen didn't speak, nor did he look at the files. He stared at her with such open eyes. It was not until Wen Yi received the hand that played back the files that he grabbed his wrist.

Wen Yi bowed his head and finally looked straight at him, "Is there something wrong?"

"When is lunch good?"

"Come on, the kitchen was already preparing when I came up just now."

The man hummed, his slender fingers squeezed her hand lightly and heavily, "Have you heard it all?"

Wen Yi nodded and admitted very frankly, "I didn't hear much, just a few minutes later."

"Are you satisfied?"

"What are you satisfied with?"

He raised his eyes to look at her, and said faintly, "You know what I'm talking about, why do you ask me knowingly, Mrs. Mo."

She suddenly said, "Oh, you said Muse."

Mo Shichen did not speak, his deep eyes were indifferent, waiting for her response.

Wen Yi nodded, "If you ask about the performance itself, I can give you ten points..."

"But what?"

"It's nothing but," she looked at her hand held by him, her tone stretched a bit, "I just think... before I thought you didn't know what distance is, and how to keep it. Now I found out that you actually understand, and even if you want to, you know better than many people.

Those intentional or unintentional injuries, whether intentional or unintentional, in the final analysis, are simply because he doesn't care about this person.

He never knew how to take care of anyone's feelings, but he didn't bother to take care of it.

Mo Shichen looked into her eyes and kept pinching her fingers in his hand. He just said slowly, "Wen Yi," he called her name, although it is not as intimate and ambiguous as Mrs. Mo, but more Appearing serious and prudent, just like his speaking speed, but also low and slow, "If I hurt you because I didn't love you before, would I not be qualified to love you now?"

Wen Yi's hand was held by him, his palm was warm and powerful.

She didn’t take her hand out either, just pursing her lips towards the handsome face of the man, “Aren’t you always confident? The bet is so big because you’re confident, and a woman who pleases you must fall in love with you. , It’s also because you are confident enough, why, now suddenly there is no confidence?"

"Answer my question, Mrs. Mo."

"How do I know? I haven't been loved by you. People usually don't know what they don't know."

…………

During lunch, Mo Shichen insisted on getting out of bed and asked the servant to move a table to eat on the balcony.

Wen Yi began to disagree. Last night's personal doctor said that if he could not move, it would be better not to move, let alone eat a meal, not to mention that it was not necessary, but the man would not listen.

He said, "I know my spine and my injuries, Mrs. Mo, do you think I will self-mutilate if I am frantically rejected by a woman?"

Wen Yi was speechless, unable to refute.

I can only put a word out indifferently, "You said this yourself, don't think about asking me to be responsible for any problems, and compensate me for the divorce."

Mo Shichen said tepidly, "I don't expect you to say something nice and soft, but Vice President Wen, your man is hurt for you anyway, you are not so cynic and heartless. Is it uncomfortable all over?"

"..."

"Who made you not willing to follow the doctor's advice honestly to recuperate even if you were injured in your age, so you have to toss and toss?"

"..."

A handful of age?

he?

Mo Shichen squinted his eyes and whispered, "Are you very dissatisfied that my actions are the same now, and I can't do it personally so that you can actually experience that your husband now has nothing to do with the four words of age?"

Wen Yi did not speak, looking at him speechlessly.

She just felt that, as an adult man, the behavior of being hurt but to make people worry is very inconsistent with his 30-year-old mind.

He spit out another line lightly, "If you really think so, I don't mind if you climb on me and come on me."

"..."

Wen Yi licked the broken hair that fell down to cover his sight a bit, and said indifferently, "You believe it or not during the period of time when I let you heal your wounds - I tasted it vividly, but I didn't touch the woman. What's it like?"

Mo Shichen, "..."

A few seconds later, he said quietly in a low and **** voice, "I'm going out to get some sun for dinner, Mrs. Mo, you go and change your clothes. The suit you changed after you came back last night is pretty, I look very fond of it."

Wen Yi didn't bother to care about him. Of course, he didn't really change his clothes just because of a word from him. He only ordered the servant to move the small dining table to the balcony outside the bedroom and moved two chairs of suitable height.

It's just that when she was eating, in order to make it easier for her to find that the dress she was wearing today, it was not convenient to lift up the shoulders and arms, or it was a bit restrained.

She tugged and tugged, all being seen by the man. He glanced at the soup that the servant had prepared and put it beside him, and said with a smile, "Mrs. Mo, obviously it will be more comfortable to change. Don’t change, don’t change, can’t get through with me, is it interesting?"

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