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

The tone of his speech is not heavy, but it is full of mockery.

"I know you are good to me," she smiled and looked into his eyes calmly, "otherwise I won't be with you before."

Mo Shichen let out a cold sneer, his eyes became colder when he saw her, "But it's not good enough, so you can't wait to leave now?"

She can't wait.

Wen Yi sighed, "It's not your problem, it's mine."

He obviously didn't believe what she said was from his heart, "Oh?"

Wen Yi sat on the sofa, leaning back, "Because I might love you a little bit, so even when I should understand, I watch my man comfort and comfort other women, but I can’t do it. Indifferent; but I really don’t love you enough, at least I don’t love you enough to face a woman who makes me uncomfortable with you, or to deal with something that has no end in sight, let alone to maintain this relationship , Make me feel wronged."

She got up from the sofa and bowed her head to look at the man sitting on the edge of the bed. "The same is true for you. You may like me very much, or love me a little bit, but not enough to accommodate me unconditionally. If there are no contradictions, you may not be unhappy if you live together, but such irreconcilable contradictions will sooner or later quarrel and consume the remaining friendship—"

"I don't like this, so it's better to take advantage of the present, we break up peacefully, so that we can get together and get together, and don't make it too ugly."

Mo Shichen did not speak.

Wen Yi said, "You should be very tired these few days. Later, Mama Su will bring up supper. After you have eaten, go and rest...I will also give you time to think about this matter."

After that, turn around and walk out.

The door was just opened by her, and before one foot went out, suddenly a hand was pressed on the door panel, and with a "bang", she watched the door she opened by her hand over her head in front of her. Slammed on with great strength.

The world quieted down after the sound.

She moved her eyelashes, and it took a while before she turned around, "Master Mo, what are you doing..."

Before she finished speaking, her voice was inexplicably silenced.

Because she felt a bad and oppressive aura, the man wore short black hair that was only wiped with a towel. He was half wet and messy. He was looking down at her. More importantly, he just came out of the shower. The upper and lower sides only had a simple white bath towel around his waist. The entire upper body was fruity. When he got close, he could still feel the thin water vapor on his body.

She held her breath and asked calmly, "Do you have anything else...?"

Mo Shichen lowered his head and slowly approached her.

Wen Yi frowned, trying to step back, but behind him was the door, and he was firmly pressed by the man's palm, "Mo Shichen..."

He said, "I really haven't had a good rest for a long time."

"Then you sleep well..."

The man's smile interrupted her, and he followed in a low and faint voice, "If you haven't rested for a long time, you should sleep well, so what if you haven't done it for a long time?"

Wen Yi's body stiffened, "Don't be like this..."

"Which?"

She didn't want to look at his eyes at all, because there was a flame burning inside. She increased her tone and her tone became colder, "Mo Shichen, I can't tell you that you have to say something, right?"

He chuckled, his handsome face floating in a playful manner, and gradually became aggressive, "It's better or worse, what's the difference between the same thing?"

The man’s head got closer and closer, until the thin lips were almost close to her lips, "I still follow my direct wishes. It is more useful to be practical..."

Wen Yi stretched out his hand to push him before he finished speaking, but he still couldn't make it in time, or his reaction was too fast, and his other hand was pressed on the door panel as soon as he raised his hand. Up.

Her eyes widened in an instant, but her lips were already blocked.

She wanted to make a sound, but was swallowed by the man.

Wen Yi was anxious and helpless. He had no freedom in his hands, so he kicked it heavily.

No attack power.

He freed up a hand and pulled her clothes impatiently. Wen Yi immediately struggled harder, his eyes full of clear and thick anger.

"Mo Shichen..." Wen Yi was dizzy, raising her voice to cover her lack of confidence, "what do you mean?"

As soon as she spoke, he bit her neck harder, and the bite made her really hurt.

"I said I want to separate from you, why are you doing this to me?"

"I don't want to, I don't want to, Mo Shichen, you let go--"

He really stopped.

Mo Shichen raised her head from her collarbone, under her short hair, her handsome face was bleached with indescribable cold air, **** and dangerous, "Wen Yee, my accommodation is all for profit. Since you are determined to break up with me for a divorce, what shall I do to accommodate you? Huh?" He breathed into her cochlea, "I might as well accommodate myself and serve my hungry brother for a while, What do you say?"

"Mo Shichen, I can sue you, you think I dare not—"

"You just don't dare..." The man smiled lightly, taunted and determined, and moved his fingers up, dialing her blood-stained ears, forcing her to become stiff as if she was about to be broken. If I really want to sue, as my husband, I have to give you some help..."

His fingers stroked her smooth hair, and he whispered gloomily, "I'll give you more evidence, lest you have nothing to say."

Wen Yi looked at his face close at hand, his heart beating.

She also expected that this man would not readily agree to her request, but she did not expect that he would change his face directly.

Over the past few months, his face has been so gentle and indulgent that she has to forget that this man is never as good and reasonable as he looks.

His essence is a predatory robber character. He didn't take it in the first place, and that doesn't mean he won't.

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