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

Wen Yi's only slight sluggishness and drowsiness disappeared with his words. She looked at him, and after a long time, she smiled suddenly, "My... friend?"

The man’s voice couldn’t hear the joy or anger, "Well, the nurse said so."

She stroked her forehead with her fingertips and smiled and asked, "Oh, you want me... to give you an explanation, what?"

"No," Mo Shichen leaned down on his side, propped his body with his elbows, and narrowed the distance from her in this posture, and whispered, "Ma'am, I know you are not so boring, and I don't bother to do it. This kind of thing, I have very low requirements for you, I just hope...something will cause me trouble, but if you can solve it with just a few words, let's not let it happen, okay?"

Wen Yi's lips moved, and after a while she heard her own voice, "I don't know these things," she closed her eyes, "You should be aware of the movements you made during this time, probably. They heard about it, and then happened to see her in the hospital knowing her identity again, and on the spur of the moment, I was upset for me. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, Miss Li is a junior, and it is inevitable that there will be misunderstandings like this. What do you say... Let me explain to Miss Li on my social platform?"

She opened her eyes to look at him after she said the last sentence, seemingly waiting for his response and answer.

Mo Shichen lowered his eyes to look at her, the moonlight was cool and shallow, and he made two or three points to cover up each other's looks. He bowed his head and kissed her on the cheek, his voice was very low, "No, I just said, if you know it. If you don’t know, it’s not your business."

She hummed.

He put his hand on her cheek, and his voice was low, "Shall I make a call?"

Wen Yi smiled, "Are you asking for my consent?"

"Yes."

Wen Yi couldn't smile, "Do you really think I can't tell you to go?"

Will she?

Jealous? Express possessiveness? Declare sovereignty?

Can she?

If Miss Li really committed suicide, she would not be able to carry it.

Isn't this a question with a clear answer?

Mo Shichen didn't speak, squinted at her.

Wen Yi waved his hand, closed his eyes and stopped looking at him, "It's okay, I was so disturbed by you all night that I couldn't sleep peacefully. You have to carry me over, go go... don't ask me , The phone doesn't work, you have to go there in person, don't ask me again, ok?

He remained silent.

After a minute, Wen Yi rolled over and turned his back completely again.

Mo Shichen lifted the quilt and got out of the bed without turning on the light. He left the bedroom just like the moonlight and the light from the phone screen. There was basically no sound except the slight movement of opening and closing the door.

Wen Yi listened to the silence in his ear, it was as quiet as everything was quiet, and there was no sound anymore.

And this silence, instead of causing her to re-breed drowsiness, on the contrary set off an indescribable and indescribable sense of irritability in her heart.

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Mo Shichen dialed the phone back when he took the door of the study with his hand. After the call was connected, he said indifferently, "Let her answer the phone."

"Ok... you wait a moment."

Wait a minute, wait for five minutes, and five minutes later, the nurse's cautious and helpless voice rang on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Mo...Miss Li said she didn't want to talk to you directly, she asked me to tell you... …I hope you will allow her to be discharged from the hospital and send her home."

"How is she now?"

"From the afternoon until now, she hasn't eaten or drink, and she's not willing to cooperate with treatment, and she's not willing to talk... I saw her sitting on a hospital bed, and she was not going to sleep anymore, and Miss Li had insomnia and needed sleeping pills to fall asleep. , But now... she doesn't eat anything."

Mo Shichen didn't turn on the lights. Maybe he forgot. Maybe the moonlight tonight is enough to see the outlines of objects in the room. No lights are needed.

After half a minute, he faintly spit out a word, "I'm here now."

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Mo Shichen went to the study to change into casual plain clothes, and took out a long thin windbreaker. After taking the car key, he folded back to the bedroom door and put his hand on the door to unscrew it.

But the action only stopped holding the doorknob, and he recalled what the woman said just now in his mind--

[Okay, it’s okay, I was so quarrelled by you all night that I couldn’t sleep peacefully. You have to carry me over, go, go... Don’t ask me, if the phone is not working, you have to go there in person, and don’t Ask me again, ok? 】

After standing for a minute, he finally turned and left.

The car drove out of the garage, and the light from the car lights was straight, different from the lights standing around in the manor.

Wen Yi stood on the balcony, with a thick knitted shawl draped over her nightdress to resist the cold wind of late autumn. She put her hands on the railing at will, quietly and deeply looking at the silver-gray car in the distance. .

The wind made her hands and feet cold, but no matter how cold she was, it couldn't hide the tiredness and weakness that came from the depths of her body.

She had already figured it out clearly, but he was not allowed.

She really didn't want and didn't want to make trouble with him. Sometimes when she was tired and weak, she would also think that he would do whatever he wanted. She could continue to get a divorce.

But these tired and weak, still can't stand the feeling of the dull knife slowly grinding the flesh.

Nothing was fatal, or even sharp and obvious pain.

But it is, all the time, little by little, dripping through the stone.

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Mo Shichen did not come back all night, and Wen Yi did not sleep all night.

She didn't have insomnia, or whatever, she just turned back from the balcony to the bedroom and looked at the huge double bed. Suddenly she lost the desire to sleep. She didn't want to wait for the man to come back and go to the next sleeper. She, so she simply went to the home theater, flipped through a movie and started to watch it. At first, she was bored and didn't pay much attention to it. But after watching it, she really saw the taste.

I watched a few movies until dawn.

She also knew that he hadn't returned all night until she was going back to the room to wash up after dawn.

In fact, you don't need to go to the bedroom to know, because if he came back last night and saw him not...mostly he would find him. Wen Yi stood at the door, holding his forehead and smiling silently.

Mo Shichen came back this morning. He had to come back to take a bath and change his clothes before setting off from home to the company again.

He came back early, earlier than Wen Yi's usual time to get up, but it was still too late.

Wen Yi has washed and cleaned up, wearing a simple home sweater, there is no abnormality on the face, even when facing him, there is no indifference or irony, he thought about it, or went forward to explain to her last night thing.

She tilted her head slightly and said with a smile, "I plan to go out for a few days."

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