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

After the incident last night, Wen Yi was going to take a bath, but when he crawled over the man’s body, his leg was weak and fell on her body. He was smoking a cigarette. He looked down at her for a while, then put out the cigarette **** in the ashtray, and then directly. He took her to the bathroom.

After washing, he had to wipe her body with a towel. Finally, he returned to the bedroom. After looking for her nightdress, he lost patience, took a shirt of his own, and wrapped her in the bathroom. on.

She didn't want it, but she didn't have much strength at the time, so she simply let him go.

So she got up and sat up. After the quilt slipped from her, she was wearing a white men's shirt, buttoned casually and loosely. You can see the hickey on the collarbone, and you can see clearly under the collarbone. The snow is undulating, half-covered, and hair is messy, showing a kind of indescribable sensuality after being ravaged by others.

Mo Shichen stood there and didn't move, his fingers flicked the soot at random, his handsome face did not see the smile of the past, he said lightly, "Ma'am, I was in a bad mood last night, so I may have a bad attitude. Now, I Let me give you a formal reply, break up, I don’t agree, if you have to divorce, you, me, and your family will not look good.

After all, he probably expected that since this face was torn, she would probably not give him any good face anymore. After speaking, she would re-dangle her cigarette and leave the bedroom without her head.

Wen Yue really didn't expect that he waited for her to get up just to say something like this.

"Mo Shichen..."

Mo Shichen stopped in his footsteps. He did not turn his head. He only took off the smoke from the corner of his lips and smiled faintly, "Madam, you should know better than many people in this world that behind the high income is the high risk. Marry me. The benefits your family has received have risen to a full class. It is also right to bear the same amount of risk behind this marriage-you have to head-on with me, no benefit."

Wen Yi bit his lip, and the man opened the door.

Wen Yi was also irritated to the extreme by his calmly overlooked remarks. On an impulse, he grabbed something without thinking and slammed it at him.

Mo Shichen's keen sixth sense sensed something, put his hand on the doorknob, and turned around.

The forehead met the attacker's face.

After the phone thrown by Wen Yi hit the man's forehead, it fell to the ground with a snap.

She also had nothing to grab at her hand, so she couldn't throw pillows because she flirted with it.

Mo Shichen retracted the hand that fell on the doorknob, touched his forehead, then looked down at the phone that had fallen to the ground, then raised his head and looked at the woman sitting on the bed blankly.

Wen Yi was stunned. He saw a guilty conscience. After all, she had never done anything like violent beating and hitting people. She pursed her lips, dyed a thin layer of red on her face, looking at There was also **** anger in his eyes, the emotions were intertwined, complex and deep.

The man pulled his lips, bent down and picked up the phone, held it in his hand and played with it, then looked up at her, smiled warmly, "Broken, your phone is really ill-fated, I Let someone buy you a new one."

After he said that he was about to go out, Wen Yi was stunned, and without thinking he opened the quilt and got out of the bed. He stepped on the ground barefoot, trying to catch up with him.

Mo Shichen heard her movement and stopped after a few steps, then turned around to look at the woman running towards him.

She quickly walked in front of him.

He looked down at her indifferently, waiting for her to take the initiative to speak.

Wen Yi stretched out his hand, "Return the phone to me."

"broken."

She frowned. "It's mine if it's broken."

Mo Shichen scratched his fingertips across the crack on the phone screen, and a smile was wrapped in his voice, "Oh, you threw it to me, I thought it was mine."

Throw it to him?

Wen Yi didn't want to talk to him too much, so he turned his face away and repeated coldly, "Give it back to me."

He glanced at her, then turned and left.

When Wen Yi realized that the others had gone far away, she looked at his back, frowning, she didn't know what the man wanted to do with her mobile phone, did she fight?

I think so, but she can only catch up. Everyone knows that there is a lot of privacy in the phone, even if it doesn’t fall into the hands of others, there is a sense of insecurity, let alone he deleted her number privately and read it again. Her text messages, it is not unusual to read the contents of her mobile phone.

When she caught up, Mo Shichen had already reached the top of the stairs.

He looked back at her, his eyes moved from the hickey on her collarbone to the shallow ditch that was exposed to the air because of the looseness, and then he continued to sweep down the shirt and put down two slender, white, pretty jade legs.

The man's Adam's apple rolled and said playfully, "Our chef is a man, do you want to go on like this?"

Wen Yi no longer has a good temper, and his tone will naturally not be good. He is annoying and impatient, "What do you want to do?"

"You smashed me with your phone and I confiscate your phone. Isn't it fair?"

She said with a cold face, "You have something wrong, right?"

He shrugged slightly, sneered and smiled, "Why, you are only allowed to pester me to make a divorce and find me unhappy, and I am not as good as you want?"

Wen Yi was expressionless, "Are you **** bored?"

Mo Shichen lowered his head, as if he had discovered a new world, his handsome face was covered with a rogue expression, "Yeah, did you curse someone with your phone?"

"give me back."

"Ah."

He will go downstairs after he finishes.

Wen Yi really didn't want to do this kind of meaningless entanglement with him, but he didn't want his mobile phone to fall into the hands of this man.

She couldn't get her own people back from this man's hands, not to mention the mobile phone. When Mo Shichen raised her arm, she had to jump, and she didn't know if she could get it.

Wen Yi blushed even more with anger. She felt that this man was as naive and boring as the second-year teenager who had not developed his mind in high school. But she couldn't help it. She raised her voice and shouted with anger, "What are you doing? What do you want?"

Mo Shichen looked at her messy and charming hair, and said calmly, "Don't make trouble to share with me, I will naturally follow you."

Wen Yi was cold-eyed.

The morning light in the early morning has a golden sunray, but it is still cool.

She retracted her hand, and reduced all her expressions, and became cold and distant again, "Okay, you like it, you can hold it."

After that, she didn't look at him anymore, turned around and walked in the direction of the bedroom without looking back, and she didn't hesitate in her footsteps.

Mo Shichen looked at her straight and sharp back, her lips became more and more straight, and the lines of her outline stretched out a deep sense of fierceness.

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