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

It’s not a long distance from Feilan City, Jiangcheng. Less than three hours after talking to Wen Yi, Mo Shiqian heard the secretary knock on the door and came in to report, saying that Mo Shichen had come, and he replied without raising his head, "Please He comes in."

"Good president."

After Mo Shiqian returned to Lancheng, he was still the president of Clod-Summer Asia.

After the secretary closed the door and went out, he raised his head and flipped through it, found a notebook, and picked up the signature pen on the side. The tip of the pen was written smoothly on the white paper.

When Mo Shichen opened the door and entered, he saw that he was tearing a piece of paper off the notebook.

He walked to the desk.

Mo Shiqian raised his eyes, met those warm and deep eyes, put the thin paper between his fingers, stretched out his hand and handed it to him, and said lightly, "What you want."

Mo Shichen lowered his head and glanced, and raised his hand to take it. A light but not warm smile appeared on his lips, "Wen Yi asked you to give it to me?"

Mo Shiqian was noncommittal, "I'm very busy and don't have time to spend with you."

Mo Shichen's tone was flat, "You can text me a few hours earlier to save me this trip."

He responded with a cold sneer, "Do you still count on me to take the initiative in your own affairs?"

After a moment of silence, Mo Shichen squeezed the paper in his hand and turned around blankly to leave.

The man in the revolving chair said again, "The woman, are you going to send someone to the United States to pick you up, or do you plan to go in person?"

Mo Shichen did not speak, turned around to look at him again.

Mo Shiqian curled his lips coldly, "When you came to Lancheng five years ago, you came after Wen Yi. Don't bother me again for the same thing."

It's a pity that the more you mention some things, the more you feel disgusted, the easier it is to say something.

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Before meeting Mo Shiqian, Mo Shichen had not considered whether to send someone to pick up Li Qianrui, or to pick her up in person.

But since Mo Shiqian said that... he naturally chose the former.

The meaning in his words is so obvious, how could he not appreciate it.

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When Wen Yi saw Mo Shichen and Li Qianrui from a distance at the airport, he felt from the bottom of his heart that it was like a coincidence of this degree, which could only be called fate, or-evil fate.

Ye Siran noticed that Wen Yi, who was walking side by side with him, suddenly stopped, and turned his head to look at her in surprise, "Yi'er, what's the matter?"

Wen Yi put his hand on the lever of the suitcase, retracted his gaze to look at her, smiled, "Sister-in-law, do you think Jiang Cheng is very small?"

"Well, it doesn't seem to be too big, it's very small compared to Paris..." Ye Siran blinked when she saw her look different, and repeated the previous question in confusion, "What's the matter?"

Wen Yi didn't answer, only lifted his chin, "Hey, I have seen Prince Mo."

Ok?

Ye Siran followed her gaze and pointed her chin in the direction of the past, and she could easily see Mo Shichen who stood out among the crowd.

Gradually entering the late autumn, the temperature in Jiangcheng was already low. The man wore a thin black long windbreaker, with a casual style, simple and self-cultivation style, which made his already long figure more upright.

He stood casually leaning against a few men who were probably bodyguards. From the angle of their standing, he could only see the man’s profile. He lowered his head and raised his hand to look at the wrist watch. It seemed that I was not happy after waiting for a long time.

Ye Siran frowned and asked Wen Yi, "Is he waiting for us?"

Wen Yi was very calm, "According to my judgment, no."

Ye Siran's brow furrowed tighter, and after thinking about it for a few seconds, he said decisively, "Now that we have encountered it, let's go over."

Wen Yi turned his head to look at her, "Sister-in-law, didn't you say that this time you are going to Jiangcheng for a vacation, just the two of us, even my brother, are not allowed to come over?"

Ye Siran was silent for a moment, raised his hand and touched his nose, and said innocently, "I've bumped into it. It's impossible to say hello without saying? You see our bodyguards didn't bring them, and he had to push the suitcase by himself. If you go to take a taxi, let him take us to the hotel... Man, sometimes it's used for slavery. If you don't slave yourself, you may be slaved to others."

Wen Yi stared at her for a long time, "Sister-in-law, honestly, what did my brother tell you to bring me over?"

Ye Siran blinked, then said righteously, "He made me angry, I'm coming on vacation!"

Wen Yi retracted his gaze and didn't bother to press on anymore. Her sister-in-law was a husband, and could not pry out any useful information from her mouth. Besides, she could probably guess what her brother wanted to do.

She faintly said, "Then let's go, and later you tell him that you are grinding me to come, otherwise he can run so far for me to monitor him."

"How come, everyone who knows you knows you are not so boring."

Ye Siran moved quickly, pushing the suitcase and was about to turn, but she stopped before she took a step. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the person in the wheelchair who was being taken by a bodyguard in a black suit. The young girl pushed by the looking man directly had an unpleasant instinct, frowned her eyebrows, and her face became cold.

Sure enough, the wheelchair pushed directly in the direction of Mo Shichen.

The indifferent and impatient man also saw the wheelchair. He straightened up slightly, his handsome face showed no obvious emotional ups and downs. He just looked at her and called her name in a low voice.

Ye Siran saw Li Qianrui, and Wen Yi naturally saw it.

She wore a white sweater, a loose cashmere skirt, and long black hair draped over her shoulders. When she saw the man she missed day and night, tears couldn't stop surging from her eyes.

Hearing his name called her, he couldn't restrain his emotions anymore, stopped the wheelchair directly, then stood up, ran towards the man who was walking slowly, and threw himself in his arms with his arms tight. Holding his waist, she burst into tears.

This scene immediately attracted the attention of many passing pedestrians.

Ye Siran's slapped face was completely cold, and the suitcase was about to step on her newly bought boots, but he couldn't walk two steps before he was caught by Wen Yi.

"Sister-in-law, what are you doing, do you want to tear it up or do it?"

Ye Siran turned around, frowned and looked at her with a serious face, "Yi'er, let me tell you that there are some things that you have to take advantage of when it is a small flame, and extinguish it at the first time. You watch If you let it go, it will have a chance to turn into a raging fire. This kind of woman is beaten by your brother, and I haven't been shoveled clean."

Wen Yi still held her hand, unabated, "Sister-in-law, the flames you put out are not destined to become raging fires. Mo Shichen and my brother are not the same," she paused, and her tone changed. Liang, "There is a word called "Sangkao Concubine", which is very sad and anxious. People are dead now. We are now called-God's Assist."

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