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

Wen Yi looked at him, then glanced at the closed door of the ward, smiling again on his face, and said lazily, "It's all here, don't you go and see Miss Li? I think she has nothing to love. Looks like, maybe someone didn't figure it out, and just followed her father...Then I have to add a note to my future life history-the father and daughter who forced her husband to death."

Mo Shichen looked at her funny, squeezed her cheek with his fingers, and then said faintly, "I'm here to pick you up."

"Oh..." Wen Yi stretched his tone, letting him squeeze it without force, "President Mo, when I'm away, you go to the airport to pick someone up in person, I'm here, there is a door You are not going to visit, to be honest, you behaved like this...it was too deliberate to make people feel that you are not guilty."

Mo Shichen looked down at her, retracted his hand, nodded and smiled, "Okay, I'll go in and say hello, take you to dinner later, and wait for me for a minute."

Wen Yi smiled at him, then raised his wrist in a gesture, "Time starts, it's out of date."

"..."

He glanced at her, released his arm around her waist, walked to the door, unscrewed the handle, and walked in.

Li Qianrui still maintained the posture when Wen Yi left, when someone came in, she seemed to have not heard any movement at all, sitting still like a sculpture.

Mo Shichen stood in the center of the ward, looking at her silent and slender figure silently. It took about twenty seconds before his voice broke the grave-like silence, "You have a good rest these two days, the day after tomorrow you Father is buried, I will come to pick you up in the morning."

She did not speak, did not respond.

"Qian Rui," the man said flatly, "I know you feel sad and desperate now, but don't think about it. It doesn't make any sense except depriving yourself of your life."

Li Qianrui finally moved. She turned her head, with dry tears on her face, no tears in her eyes, empty, she smiled and said, "You are telling me that if I commit suicide like my dad, you are not. Will regret or feel guilty for this, so there is no need for me to do this?"

"Yes," the man's beautiful thin lips spit out a word in a hurry, he looked at the hope floating in her eyes, and said the rest of the words in the same tone, "but it won't be long, the longer the time By chance, until I can't remember it again."

The dim light that lit up in Li Qianrui's eyes instantly went out.

Mo Shichen retracted his gaze, turned and left.

Bringing the door, he looked at the woman leaning on the wall and looking down at the watch, and smiled, "Madam, if I exceed one minute, you really plan to put your husband with other women, just Are you leaving like this?"

"Fifty-four seconds," Wen Chang's left hand fell back to his side, looked up at him, and smiled slightly, "Of course it won't work. I have to wait for the big young man to come out, then shake off his unhappy face, and then be angry. Leave."

"Then do I have to come out seven seconds late to give your wife a chance to show?"

She glanced at him lazily, and then yawned unconsciously. The sleepiness struck her and she frowned. Before Mo Shichen could react, she had already walked two steps forward, her hands wrapped around her. He touched the man's waist, buried his head in his chest, and muttered, "I'm sleepy and hungry."

Her movement made Mo Shichen's heart soft in vain, as if something had collapsed slightly. He hugged her backhand and asked gently, "Eat first or sleep first?"

"do not know."

He smiled and said lowly, "I will take you to eat something you like, and then go back to take a bath and sleep."

"Ok."

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Coming to Jiangcheng again, there is quite a feeling that the present is not what it used to be, and things are different.

Mo Shichen dismissed the driver and drove by himself. He said that he would take her to the restaurant where she had "blind date" a few months ago to make up for the meal that she wanted to eat but was overwhelmed by the conversation later.

Wen Yi sat in the co-pilot, casually propped his head, while scanning the scenery outside the car window aimlessly, while propping his chin to tease him, "The old man returned to this place and everyone became grounded. Driving, I was willing to condescend to go to a restaurant for dinner."

The man turned his head to look at her, curled his lips and said, "I thought you liked it very much, and it would feel sweet."

Wen Yi gave a positive affirmation, "Not bad."

"Something practical."

"You drive well and give you the actual when you get out of the car."

Mo Shichen gave a hum, looked forward, and concentrated on driving. After a while, the curvature of his lips was converged, and the expression on his face gradually recovered, and there was even an indescribable gloom between his eyebrows and eyes.

It's just that Wen Yi was really a little sleepy because of jet lag, so she squinted her eyes and took a nap, and fell asleep unconsciously until the car suddenly decelerated, and she was awakened suddenly.

Then the handsome and still face of the man in the driver's seat ran into her sight.

She was slightly startled, but silently, after the car speed stabilized, she closed her eyes again.

The man driving the car was probably immersed in his own thinking, and his absent-minded divergence prevented him from noticing that the woman beside him fell asleep and woke up.

The car stopped in front of the restaurant, Mo Shichen took off his seat belt, pushed the door to get out of the car, walked around the front of the car to the front passenger door, opened the door, and raised his habitually pampering lips. Reached out to her.

It is about 5 o'clock in the evening, a little early from the meal, so people and cars outside the restaurant are sparse, but in this season of this place, although the sunset is not west, it is just above the sea level.

The color of the sunset is orange-red and beautiful.

Covering his slender and tall figure, it fell on her face and hair.

Wen Yi got out of the car, and when her feet landed, the door of the car was closed by the man's extended arm.

He naturally took her and turned to walk into the restaurant.

But she stood still and refused to move.

Mo Shichen looked back at her.

Because of the geographical location of Jiangcheng, even in early winter, the temperature is not too low. Wen Yi wore a medium-length tassel cardigan sweater. His short shoulder-length hair was disturbed by the sea breeze. With the smell of fireworks, his hand was held in his palm, and his eyes looked at him like that.

He turned and took a step towards her. His tall body almost blocked the sea breeze for her. He waved her hair with his fingers and sighed lowly, "You haven't got enough sleep, so you want to lose your temper?"

"Mo Shichen," she no longer called him Grand Master Mo as she did when she laughed or mocked.

Mo Shichen squinted her eyes and locked her face with a deeper gaze.

She quietly said, "Don’t coax me just to coax me, tell me your truth, do you think I’m here to make you embarrassed and tired, because you have to pack up your heart and conceal your sadness to accompany me, This makes your heart tired."

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