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

Ye Siran frowned and frowned, and said with a small face, "What do you do then, is it just looking at the man who is holding you by that little bitch?"

Wen Yi turned around, headed towards the exit of the taxi, and threw a sentence, "Then it's for nothing, let's go."

"Hey……"

Ye Siran looked at her back, then looked at the "dog men and women" over there, stomped his feet, and trot with the suitcase, "Ye'er, Yi'er, here we are, you Are you really not planning to make a difference?"

Her steps are not rushed, "I came with you on vacation."

Ye Siran followed her footsteps and sighed heavily. When she walked out of the exit, she couldn't help but sneered, "That woman is really funny, too. I thought she was half-struck in a wheelchair, but I saw The man jumped right away."

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The airport behind it is still flowing continuously, and nothing will change because of the departure of one or two people.

Mo Shichen lowered his head and unhurriedly pulled out the woman who rushed into his arms, his handsome face was gentle and indifferent, his eyes looked up and down, and then he asked, "How is the injury?"

Li Qianrui came out of his arms, already crying out of breath, "What's wrong with my dad...Li Ru, you tell me, what's wrong with my dad?"

"He passed away."

Li Qianrui collapsed in crying, and she held the man's arm to stand firmly, "Why? Why... Wasn't he alright before I left?"

Mo Shichen didn't answer her, just said, "Go directly to the hospital and let you see him for the last time."

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In the hospital, Mo Shichen accompanied Li Qianrui to the morgue again. When she first received the news in the United States, she was hit hard. The whole person was in a trance, and she was lying on the car with a man all the way. Weeping on the shoulders.

When I really saw the remains, my fragile spirit broke down, and I was crying beside Li's father, "Dad, Dad... Sorry Dad, I didn't even see you the last time... I'm sorry... "

Mo Shichen stood on one side, looking at the father and daughter quietly, his expression was light, and his emotions converged into his deep eyes, making it difficult to distinguish.

She didn't know how long she had been crying.

He never made a sound, neither left nor stepped forward to hug and comfort her. He only made room and time to make her cry enough, until she cried out and gradually turned into a sob.

"I'll let someone arrange the funeral of your dad, Qian Rui, you can change your grief."

Li Qianrui just stood up, turned her head and looked at him with red eyes, "Why... you haven't told me how my dad died... I haven't seen him for more than a month..."

The man's low and faint voice gave her the answer, "Your dad committed suicide by jumping off the building."

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In the ward.

The ward where father Li stayed in his lifetime was still empty, and all his belongings were sorted out, waiting for his relatives to claim it, Li Qianrui leaned on the bed, sitting in a cold low voice, holding the suicide note in his hand, crying. There is nothing, only the constant trembling of her shoulders, showing her almost convulsive emotions.

After a while, she slowly recovered and looked up at the man who was silent throughout the whole process. Her eyes were red and swollen. She held back sobbing, and said in a hoarse voice slowly, "Li Ru...I want to know, in my dad's suicide note. What do you mean by...?"

The man sat in a chair not far away, his tone was flat and clear, "He thought that Wen Yi kidnapped you, so he hopes to use this way...to let her let you go."

Li Qianrui looked at him dimly with tears, as if he couldn't understand what he said. He looked at him for a long time, and even felt like he didn't know the man in front of him. "It wasn't Wen Yi who kidnapped me... Who kidnapped me?"

Li Qianrui did not know who she was kidnapped. These days, the only people she could come into contact with were doctors, nurses, and bodyguards, but they all kept silent and didn't tell her any extra words.

She basically believed from the beginning that Wen Yi had tied her up in order to break them up and force Li Ru to submit.

Mo Shichen replied, "It's my brother."

"Why... I don't understand..."

The man replied faintly, "He wants me to be Mo Shichen as Hui Shichen, as well as Mo Shichen as Wen Yi. It is better to be the Mo Shichen from five years ago."

Li Qianrui was stunned suddenly, she finally thought of a question.

During her absence for more than a month, has something happened that she doesn't know?

"Li Ru...you...you these days..." She looked at his face first, as handsome as ever, or... more mature and attractive, her gaze lowered blankly, looking at him. Clothes, pants, leather shoes, and the watch on his wrist.

She doesn't know any big names, but don't know it doesn't mean that you can't see it. A cheap dress is matched with an expensive and elegant outfit. Even people who don't know anything about it can see the difference.

The tears that Li Qianrui stopped came out again, she said with difficulty, "You tell me, are you... are you..."

"Sorry."

"Did they force you...your brother, and Wen Yi... they used me to force you?"

Forced?

Forget it, he was really forced by the situation at first.

"Qian Rui," his tone is always so gentle and clear, and it sounds gentle at first, but there is not much tenderness in this gentleness, at least when it enters Li Qianrui's ears, it is cold, "No matter it is they Whether it's forced or I volunteered, Wen Yi was my wife before you. As your father apologized in his suicide note, without that accident, I would always be her husband—"

He looked at Li Qianrui's stunned and unbelievable appearance for a moment. After a while, his voice became low, but he continued, "I will take care of your father's funeral affairs. A good doctor will continue to treat you. When you get better, I will let someone from Jiangcheng find a suitable job for you. Others...I will buy you a three-bedroom apartment, and ..."

"And..." Li Qianrui smiled, that smile was sad because of the tears on his face, "Do you still want to give me money?"

Mo Shichen looked at her fragile, weak and desperate. After about half a minute, he nodded, "Between us, it's just that I am sorry for you. In your world, maybe money can buy constant feelings. But in my world, money is the only practical and effective compensation in reality."

Li Qianrui's voice became hoarse, "What about my dad? My dad's death... He was forced to commit suicide by your brother and your wife. Do you have to use money to compensate?"

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