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

These words are straightforward enough.

At least, enough for Wen Yi to understand.

The fingers of her arm were tight, and the joints were very stiff.

Mo Shichen saw the consideration and hesitation in her eyes. For a few seconds, she lowered her eyelids as if she wanted to give up, but the next second her jaw turned lightly, let out a sigh of relief, and then she seemed to be down. What a decision, he looked up at him and smiled.

Her hand slipped from the man's arm to below the wrist and held his hand.

Her fingers were slightly cold, and his palms were warm. The temperature difference that contrasted made him slightly startled, and then subconsciously looked down at it.

Wen Yi led him back.

When she passed the distance between the two arms, the man she was holding still raised his heel to her.

Wen Yi did not lead Mo Shichen.

More precisely, Mo Shichen has not been led by any woman. He was destined to be a noble son from the day he was born. Even before he lost his memory, whether it was Muse before marriage or Wen Yi after marriage, it was even more Used to holding his arm.

It felt strange. He had touched and held it countless times, but he seemed to feel it for the first time that her hand was so soft and her palm was slightly numb.

This scene was seen by other people, there was a kind of weird indescribable, but it was indescribable harmony.

When I returned to the dining table, the meal I had just ordered was served.

The waiter smiled, "The two have been waiting for a long time, please take your time."

Dining is basically a very quiet process. The elegant pictures of handsome men and beautiful women are very pleasing to the eye.

Wen Yi added a bottle of white wine.

She rarely eats, talks to him occasionally, drinks occasionally, of course, not alone.

She invited him to drink, and Mo Shichen would not refuse to drink with her. He learned to taste wine very early. He also worked out with the amount of alcohol during that period, but he was not addicted to alcohol, or it could not be said. What is his addiction.

But she would invite him for the first two cups, and when she drank at the back, she would drink it herself.

If she didn’t invite him, he wouldn’t raise a glass. He slowly ate the food on the plate with a knife and fork on the opposite side. He watched her more often until he saw that she was already drunk. Putting down the knife and fork, staring at her with a somewhat thin red face, and still made a low voice with a smile, "Drinking so much wine, are you afraid of being taken advantage of when drunk?"

She held a wine glass in one hand and stretched out her other hand and shook her eyes. Her eyes seemed to be drunk and blurry, and they seemed so clear and cold. Looking at him, she stretched and smiled, "Will you?"

The man chuckled, "Generally, a woman gets drunk when she is alone with a man. I will assume that she is inviting and cannot be defined as taking advantage."

The hand that Wen Yi didn't hold the wine glass turned to cover his face, as if he had heard something funny to her, he laughed so hard, and laughed wildly.

There was a heating in the dining room, so she took off her coat when she came in, and only the light gray sweater inside was on her body. Although her hands covered most of her face, from the perspective of a man, it seemed that she was affected by drunkenness. His smile made the whole person come alive as if there was no restraint.

After smiling, she held her forehead and drank the wine in the glass.

When the dinner was over, she was unexpectedly drunk, and she just lay down on the table regardless of her image.

Mo Shichen called her a few words, she either shouldn't, or the introductory words can't give him a response at all. He can only buy the order first, and then get up and pick her up personally.

He leaned on her waist, put the coat on her, and then took her out with half hugging her in his arms.

Out of the restaurant door, from the heated room to the cold wind blowing outside, Wen Yi's body shrank unconsciously, and even leaned in his arms.

Mo Shichen noticed her movement and looked down at her head lying on his chest. The wind blew her black hair and drowned her ears that were reddened by the stamina of alcohol.

That color has a sweet and charming charm and style.

Without the support of a man, she would not be able to stand still, even if she was standing leaning on him, she would still be inexplicably vulnerable, and Xiao Ji.

He asked her, "What is the purpose of getting yourself drunk?"

Of course she would not answer him.

He smiled faintly again. He didn't know if he was talking to a woman who was drunk and couldn't hear, or he was saying to himself, "I don't know how to face me, so don't you just face it?"

Naturally, he still couldn't get her answer, even when she was awake, she might not answer.

Mo Shichen didn't need her answer either, he hugged her up and walked towards the direction Rambo stopped with long legs.

Seeing them, the driver quickly got out of the car and opened the door of the back seat for the man.

After returning to the car, the driver looked at the woman who was lying on the man’s lap and fell asleep in the rearview mirror, and the man staring at her with low eyes. He asked carefully, his face blurred by the light and angle. "President Mo, is it... back to the manor?"

Mo Shichen didn't look up, his fingers scratched the woman's cheek lightly, "Yeah."

The driver watched the “entanglement” of Mo Shichen from the Wen Ye in the Clod-Summer parking lot, and now they come out of the restaurant. It's not that people like him who are not so keen in their minds and don't turn their minds quickly understand it, although It seems that Ms. Wen is "actively" looking for President Mo. In fact, it is President Mo who really controls the initiative?

Otherwise, how could it be Miss Wen who is drunk now?

Of course, after he saw Mo Shichen's intentions, he would not know that Wen Yi was drunk, just because she wanted to get drunk, or that she could only be drunk.

On the way back to the manor from the restaurant, Mo Shichen's eyes never left the face that was resting on his lap. "Madam," he whispered with thin lips, "Let’s take it slowly, I have patience. Accompany you to consume."

【You do not regret it later, that is your business, what do I want you to do without regret? 】

What he wants is never such boring recognition and opinions, just like after a person's death, whether a person is left in history or stinking for thousands of years, it is nothing more than nothing, which has long been turned into dust, without a trace of meaning.

What he wants is real people.

He lowered his head, slowly approached her, and pressed against her skin, "You know what I want to do, and I know what you are thinking, but madam, you can't hide from me every time you get drunk, and I also Let you know that even if you are drunk, you can't hide from me."

She opened her eyes and stared at him close at hand.

It's hard to talk about looking at each other, because her pupils have no focus, they are loose, and she doesn't look at him at all.

Mo Shichen looked at her eyes like this, and finally couldn't bear the emotion he had restrained for a long time--

emptiness.

After she poured herself into him and couldn't communicate with him anymore, he had a kind of lonely emptiness left behind.

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