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

Pi Diandian?

The man's words are really interesting.

The wound on his forehead was still tenderly aching, Wen Yi raised his hand unconsciously and touched the gauze with his fingertips, and replied naturally, "He asked me to eat because he told me that he had something to say, why not go?"

She and Shen Yu are not related to their predecessors, nor ambiguous. They have known each other for so many years, and what needs to be avoided.

Mo Shichen said coldly, "Do you think it's very upright?"

Wen Yi asked, "Is there anything unfair or upright?"

He sarcastically, "Be fair and honest, you said I don't know?"

[You ask this much, do you know all my friends? 】

Except for those from the company, he really didn't know much about her friends, but Shen Yu, if she didn't deliberately conceal or guilty, she could answer him casually instead of skimming over this question by evasive.

Wen Yi answered truthfully, "Because Shen Yu said...Don't tell you before you go out."

The man became colder and colder, "What does he say?"

She didn't speak for a long time, and looked at his angry face with determination.

Then he smiled softly, "You really have a big temper today. Is it because I went to the appointment to have dinner with Shen Yu, or did I come out to eat with him without telling you?"

His voice was hard with cold, "Or because you kept the secret from me, you went to an appointment to have dinner with him."

Although it was for Muse's business, she didn't know in advance.

The man was cold and furious, Wen Yi smiled instead, and moved his head to him, and looked at his face for a while, "Are you jealous?"

He strained his face, staring at her face coldly, and suddenly reached out his hand to clasp her back of the head, and forced her to press her in his direction. The four lips were pressed by gravity and pressed tightly against her. Together, leave no gap.

The driver in front of the car silently glanced at the two people behind from the rearview mirror, and then quickly withdrew his gaze, sitting tightly and looking straight ahead without squinting, not daring to leak the light from the corner of his eye.

Wen Yi wanted to push him away, but when he started, he was still concerned about his injury. He didn't use much force, and only smashed his shoulder with a fist.

This kiss is not just a kiss, the kiss is gradually full of provocative taste, and in the end it develops into an **** atmosphere, and the entire car is filled with ambiguous heat.

With occasional noises, Wen Yi's face burst into red blood.

Is this man shameless? !

This is in the car, and there is a third person ahead!

She wanted to break free and retreated to her original position, but her waist was tightly clamped by the man's hands.

When the kiss finally ended, the man let go of her lips, Wen Yi panted lightly and backed away, staring at him with a pair of eyes.

Thinking that the driver in front heard a strange noise just now, she wanted to hammer the **** to death.

Seeing her annoyed, Mo Shichen felt better. He licked the corners of his lips, smiling somewhat feminine and sexy, "You get so close, I thought you were asking for a kiss."

The driver in front almost laughed, but fortunately he gritted his teeth and held back his laughter.

Wen Yi was blocked by him for nothing to say, don't turn his face to look out of the car window, put on a posture not willing to pay attention to him.

Mo Shichen didn't know whether it was his spine that restricted his movement, which made him inconvenient, or whether he was "still angered", and he didn't take the initiative to coax her, or even talk to him.

Since she turned her face away, she couldn't see his look and expression at this time, only she fell into silence and speechless, her heart was held back for some reason.

In this way, with heavy silence all the way, the car drove back to the villa of the manor.

After the car stopped on the parking lot, Wen Yi pushed the door to get out of the car. As a result, his arm was pulled by the man before his foot fell on the ground, and his low voice was quiet, "Shen Yu will lead you to the line. Tell me for Muse, after eating other people's food, you came back angrily with me?"

Wen Yi turned around to see him, "Who stipulated that I had to do things for her after I ate her food? I knew it was her and I would not go today."

Besides, it also caused her forehead to be knocked.

He said in a relaxed tone, "Oh, didn't you still say before, I really don't have to do this kind of hand to others?"

"Aren't you still wearing a green hat with a yin and yang expression before, and your mood cleared so quickly?"

He was light and frank, "I'm jealous."

"Then your jealousy disappears quite quickly."

"Quicker than you, just kiss me."

Wen Yi, "..."

There is no way to talk about this.

She wanted to leave, but her arm was dragged by a man, and she couldn't pull it out no matter how hard.

Mo Shichen stretched his leg and kicked the driver's seat in front of him, "I'm not getting out of the car yet, waiting for the show?"

The driver, "...Lord, I'll leave immediately."

After speaking, he hurriedly pushed open the driver's door to get out of the car, and left the scene quickly.

Only the two of them were left at once.

"Wen Yi," Wen Yi didn't look at him, so he didn't know where he took out a cigarette. He heard the lighter pop, and then the faint smell of tobacco drifted into her sense of smell, "to be honest. , In your heart, I am really so bad?"

Upon hearing this sentence, the first answer that quickly passed through her mind was: No.

She had no other very strong and special resentment towards him, she just loved, loved, and then slowly faded, and it has become a thing of the past.

It's not that he is so bad or bad in her heart, she just doesn't have any idea about him.

Although recently, I occasionally think about it.

She answered truthfully, "I can't talk about it."

Mo Shichen unfastened his seat belt, got out of the car without rush, then went around the rear of the car, opened the door on her side, and took her out of the car with her wrist clasped, with one hand clamped. Holding the cigarette, closed the door with one hand and pushed her against the car.

He vomited a ring of smoke to the side, then looked down at her, "I admit, you also know that I approached you just after I came back, because you are in my judgment, you can't... at least temporarily can't lose people at will , So I don’t want to divorce you."

Due to his height disadvantage, Wen Yi didn't want to stare at the shirt button on his chest, so he looked up at his face.

The wind is warm and cool, blowing up her fine hair.

She didn't speak, just listened.

"I drafted those separation marriage agreements, in addition to spending three months to keep you, but also to give myself three months. I followed my own thoughts and decisions, but it is impossible to live only for the past. "

His voice is low and deep, like a drum beat, shaking her eardrums rhythmically, the wind is strong, his thin lips are close, and when the wind blows, he makes an empty sound, as if the world is big, but they are dependent on each other. , "If these three months have passed, and you still want to get a divorce, and I also think you are not the person I have to do, then we should indeed forget it."

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