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

Wen Yi nodded, as if agreeing with him.

But in fact, her mind was very confused, she seemed to be sober, she could understand and digest every word he said, but she seemed to be unable to hear anything.

He is always calm, so cool that makes people feel cold-blooded.

But a long time ago, she was obsessed with this attitude.

He is cold and cold, calm and sober, in the midst of fame and fortune, even at the peak, but it seems that he is never tired of fame and fortune, he has everything he wants, but they can't bind and influence him, only he can control They include feelings.

First met at the age of seventeen, dressed in beautiful wine and dazzling lights, he was born as if he belonged to such an occasion, without saying anything and doing nothing, he can be eye-catching, and his own aura becomes the focus and center.

But he did not seem to be in the same group with others. Although the corners of his lips smile, he can talk and laugh freely with the people around him, but even if he stands together, he is alone in a circle, like watching the fire from the other side, cold eyes, indifferent Watching him skillfully deal with all this.

I can only look up and be obsessed with it. Once I really become the person on the pillow, such calmness and soberness can cool blood.

What's more, women's greed in love can't be avoided by Wen Yi.

Mo Shichen has lowered his head, thin lips are separated from her by a finger, and he whispers slowly and clearly, word by word, "But now, Wen Yi, I like you. It's who I am now. I don't want to lose you. Have you completely and forever—"

He said lowly, "Give me a chance now, eh?"

He got too close, Wen Yi felt that his breath had been taken away by him, "What...what opportunity?"

"The opportunity outside the agreement."

Wen Yi wanted to step back and leave the area surrounded by his breath, but behind him was the car, and his hand was on her waist again, seemingly random, but in fact, she was enclosed in his arms.

She lowered her head and casually talked about a very blunt topic, "You... don't you have pain in your lower back?"

The man remained calm, "It doesn't hurt."

"My forehead hurts."

He looked at her for a while, smiled suddenly, raised her face with his fingers, "Then I will kiss her."

As soon as the voice fell, his lips kissed.

He held her face with one hand, and this kiss was gentle and lingering.

She still didn't avoid it.

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After entering the house, the servant greeted me, and when Wen Yi came back unharmed, he said with a sigh of relief, "Madam is okay... I was scared to death by hearing that you were in a car accident."

Wen Yi pursed his lips and smiled, "I'm fine. I can't talk about a car accident, so I touched my forehead."

"It's okay, it's okay..." After repeating it twice, she suddenly remembered, and then asked the man on one side, "Lord, we don't know when you will be back, so lunch is not hot... Don’t make a new one in the kitchen, has your wife eaten it?"

Mo Shichen said indifferently, "I don't have any appetite, eat early in the evening."

Wen Yi glanced at him, "Have you not had lunch?"

He hummed, "Eat a bit."

The man said casually and lightly, but the servant on the side couldn’t hold back, and added with a smile, “As soon as the old man sat down to have lunch, he received a call saying that you had a car accident... How can you still be in the mood to eat? Throw your chopsticks and leave. Up."

Mo Shichen lowered his head and glanced at the servant faintly. He didn't speak, he couldn't see the happiness or anger, but there was no sign of discomfort.

Wen Yi said, "Let the kitchen prepare something to eat, simple porridge or dessert... However, your eldest son doesn't like sweet, so let's make some porridge, just light."

The servant looked at Mo Shichen.

He didn't make a statement. Silence represented acquiescence on most occasions, at least it should be for now.

"I'll get the kitchen ready right away, and send it up."

When the servant left, Wen Yi also changed his shoes and prepared to go upstairs, suddenly his arm was pulled from behind.

She looked back at him.

He chuckled and asked in a low voice, "Whose family am I?"

Wen Yi, "..."

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Mo Shichen lay down when he returned to the bedroom.

Wen Yi watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, took off his clothes, put on the nightgown she handed over, and returned to the bed. Although his brows were not wrinkled, his brows were kept pressed, his handsome face There is a tiredness that relaxes after strong support.

She couldn't hold back, frowning and asked, "Is your injury worsening, it hurts now?"

He has a normal tone, half-closed eyes, and a warm voice, "It's okay, just take a rest."

He didn't lie down face-up, but on the pillow.

The thin quilt covers the place on his back and the upper part is full of red fruits. His complexion is pale but not weak. It makes people think that this is a powerful body.

She pursed her lips and said, "I'll call the doctor to come over and do a check on you... I didn't know what you lost in the hospital just now, and you walked faster than anyone else, otherwise you should check it by yourself. , The hospital has complete equipment, which is much more convenient than at home."

Mo Shichen just smiled, "No, I know my own body, so I can rest for a long time," he put his chin on the back of his hand, his face turned towards her, and squinted his eyes. "Lying like this is boring. , You come up to lie down with me and speak to me."

Wen Yi stood still.

"Aren't you still going to speak for Muse? Come and lie down with me."

She bypassed the end of the bed and walked to the other side of the bed. People got on the bed, but did not lie down. Instead, she sat with her back against the head of the bed. "Prince Mo, I seem to have never spoken about Muse. , But you just mentioned it twice... Do you expect me to intercede for her so that you can find a step to let her go, or that you didn't intend to embarrass her much, did you?"

Mo Shichen simply smiled at her, "I said madam, can you have more drama in your mind?"

"Then what do you always mention?"

He smiled lowly, "You are so jealous."

Wen Yi's face was stern, "I'm just discussing the matter, how can I compare with you, but I have a bad temper."

Today, although most of his anger was vented toward Muse, and everyone else was hurting Chi Yu, his temper was rarely so exposed. The last time she wanted to throw Li Qianrui out of the hospital in Jiangcheng, he broke into the hotel and asked her to settle the account.

But today, when he turned his face in front of others and called Muse coldly, she had a illusion in her heart that the man was provoked someday, and he was also denied by the six relatives. He had this coldness in his bones. child.

Of course, although they are bickering, the atmosphere is still harmonious, so now she can't think that this man who usually looks mild to indifferent will one day use this resolutely extreme method on her. .

"It doesn't matter if you are jealous, do you want to kiss you?"

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