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

Mo Shichen looked at the changes in her expression, and his low voice was covered with a bewitching taste, "Madam, come back with me, okay?" He paused, fearing that she would not be able to save her face, so he gave her a step. "You didn't bring many clothes when you came. I haven't seen you buy new ones for seven days. You come and go, just change and wear these sets. It will change again in a few days... You are here too. Inconvenient, I will take you home, eh?"

After Wen Yi was silent for a long time, he finally gave him an answer that showed signs of letting go, "I will think about it again."

The corners of the man’s lips curled up, and he walked around the desk to be next to her. Wen Yi was on guard when he saw him coming, but he still did not move as fast as he did. As a result, he was clasped by the man with one hand while he clasped his other hand. Holding the back of her head, she watched as her handsome face was pressed against her, raising her voice annoyed, "Mo Shichen...well."

He still kissed deeply without hesitation.

After kissing for half a minute, her hand was cut behind her by him, and she couldn't stand up in the chair at all. She could only passively accept the man's kiss, her face flushed with anger.

Mo Shichen had a distorted enjoyment of her anger. He couldn't hold back after separation, or he hadn't kissed for a long time. He didn't hold it for a while, and he didn't bother to hold it. He simply clasped her head and kissed again. .

Wen Yi, "..."

After the two kisses, he ignored her ugly face, lightly pecked her on the cheek, and said with a low smile, "I will pick you home tomorrow."

What he meant by this was as if she was certain that she would go back with him tomorrow, Wen Yi stunned, and didn't want to get angry with him, so she just ignored him.

Mo Shichen didn't mind, and left in a good mood.

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As a result, before Mo Shichen came to pick him up the next day, Mother Wen couldn't bear to come to find her in the study in the afternoon. She opened the door and said without a beak, "When you come, you will be good. Go back with him."

Wen Yi looked up without speaking.

"You went home for eight days, and he came for seven days in a row. It's almost alright. You have to show a man a certain degree of color, don't go too far..." Wen Muer worried about his face, "Usually, I am looking forward to it. You don’t want to let you go home for a few days..."

When Wen Yi heard that this was about to start the chattering mode, he immediately raised his hand to make a stop gesture, "Okay, Mom, I see, I'll go back with him today..."

Mother Wen stopped abruptly, nodding her head so easily unexpectedly, and said suspiciously, "Really?"

Wen Yi was speechless, "I still lied to you?"

Mother Wen thought for a while, looked at her daughter’s calm expression again, and tweeted twice, and came to a conclusion, “Did you want to go back with him a long time ago, just embarrassed? Blame me as a mother for not seeing you sooner My mind drives you away."

Wen Yi, "..."

She did not explain. First, she did live for a long time. Although her parents and brothers and sisters-in-law had no objection, it was not a long-term solution. Her brother encouraged her to work in the company every day. Second, Mo Shichen Come every day, and look at his posture, don’t stop until you reach your goal, come three...

When Mother Wen saw her daughter let go, she was also relieved, and drove her back to the room to pack her luggage.

Wen Yi couldn't bear his mother's grievances, put down his books and went back to the bedroom, opened the suitcase and tidied up hastily. At dinner time, he was almost ready for dinner.

Of course, Mo Shichen did not come.

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During this period of time, the five members of the Wen family were basically used to Mo Shichen's dinner after get off work, and the kitchen prepared his dinner without ordering.

That evening until the punctual meal time, he did not come.

At the dining table, Mother Wen frowned, "Yi'er, would you like to call him and ask if he is working overtime?"

Wen Yi picked up the knife and fork, and said lightly, "No need, let's eat."

The other four members of the Wen family, except Father Wen, made eye contact for a while. Mother Wen and Ye Siran couldn't help but look at Wen Yi's expression from time to time, but she was just plain and natural on her face.

Wen Yi went back to the study after eating, and the others were afraid to say anything.

After she left, Mother Wen couldn't wait to ask her son, eagerly and dissatisfied, "What's the matter? Han Ye, you are outside every day and you know more than us. Do you know what's the matter with that kid?"

"I don't know, I don't have to stare at him every day," Wen Hanye squinted, his faint tone was a little cool and mocking, "Probably, Li Qianrui was found."

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At around nine o'clock in the evening, Wen Yi received a call from Mo Shichen.

She came out of the shower and was ready to read a book and then fell asleep. When she watched his name appear on the screen of the phone, she wanted to hang up for a moment, but after all, she was not impulsive. Do you not believe in him and accept his grievances and complaints?

She clicked to answer.

On the other end of the phone rang the man's low, hoarse, and somewhat tired voice, "Sorry, I was too busy in the evening, I didn't care to call you and say... I don't have time to pass today, I will pick you up tomorrow, eh?"

In fact, during this period of time, Wen Yi could feel the faint fatigue on his body. All three parties should take care of it. Thinking about it, he should be exhausted, but he is still clean and handsome when he comes here every day. I don't even see it.

She quietly asked, "Did she be found?"

"Ok."

After a few seconds of silence, she still asked directly, "How is she?"

He replied faintly, "It's not so good, in the hospital."

"Okay," he replied simply, Wen Yi stopped asking more, just said, "You can rest early when you are done. I am here to take care of your own affairs."

"it is good."

The man was indeed exhausted, and he didn't even have the emotion to say a few more words to her, so he just hung up the phone.

He was standing on the corridor of the hospital, the temperament exuding from his handsome face seemed to blend with the hospital's paleness and disinfectant, he was cold and calm, and somewhat languid.

Kangding stood behind him and watched Mo Shichen's skillful movements to take out the cigarette and lighter, but he couldn't help but reminded him, "President...this is a hospital."

He moved for a while, his expression remained unchanged, but he still took the smoke back.

Mo Shichen put his hand on the railing casually, his eyes indifferently scanned the still busy scene under his eyes, and heard Kang Ding's voice, "President, Miss Li has been settled down, are you going home or... staying at the hospital? ?"

Mo Shichen heard his question, but did not answer, or even thought. His thinking was a little divergent, and the voice of the woman on the phone just appeared in his mind.

[You can rest early when you are done. 】

[I am here for good. 】

[You can handle your own affairs at ease. 】

He pulled his lips and let out a short, temperatureless laugh from his throat.

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