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

Mo Shichen stood beside the hospital bed, his eyes were like rain of ink, becoming darker and thicker.

"If you want a woman to return to him, she can't even lower her posture to court. It will only force her to be busy and anxious for the burden of the family. She will not stop during the day and sleeplessly at night, and her whole body will be stretched into a bow. "

Wen Hanye inserted a hand into the pocket of his trousers, glanced at Wen Yi who was still sleeping, and a shallow ridiculous arc was picked out on his lips, and he continued indifferently, "That's it, anyway, my dad is also getting old. I don’t retreat now. I should retreat and take my mom to enjoy the happiness in a few years. It doesn’t matter a few years earlier, it doesn’t matter to me. Even without the Wen family, I can afford my woman. The grievances you have suffered, can still be regarded as her unknowing people and her own way..."

Noting the slightly changed face of the man on the opposite side, the corners of Wen Hanye’s lips became deeper and colder, "But now, she owes no one, especially you. You should continue to deal with the Wen family as you please, but don’t I want to bully her again in this way."

In the end, he calmed down his temperatureless smile, "Thank you, Lord Mo, for sending Yi'er to the hospital, but it's all about you. The doctor also said that she needs a rest, please."

He made a gesture and pointed out the door. It couldn't be more obvious what it meant.

Mo Shichen looked at the sickly face on the hospital bed.

He still left.

Standing at the door and preparing to pull the doorknob, he listened to the people behind him again, "You always don’t realize the harm you have done to her, just like this time, and for her, it’s just a countless number of times. once."

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Wen Hanye watched Mo Shichen's back, and as soon as he retracted his gaze and turned his head, he ran into Wen Yi's dark and spiritless eyes, "Brother."

He raised his eyebrows. "Have you heard them all?"

"You shouldn't tell him like that...hehe, he can do everything."

Wen Hanye pulled the chair aside, sat down, wanted to smoke and thought that this was a ward, frowned irritably, then glanced at her, and said indifferently, "Whatever you want, is it possible that you intend to be bullied by him for a lifetime?"

Wen Yi's voice was very calm, but it was more vacant and dumb than usual. "There is nothing remarkable. I live better than many women. He is just a little colder and he has not done anything heinous to me."

Wen Hanye is in a posture that no longer talks about, "It's so decided, you don't need to pay attention to him in the future. You are the daughter of the Wen family, not the eldest daughter of the family who needs to sacrifice themselves to exchange benefits. What's more, our family is just like this. A few people, the family is not considered, the life and death of other people is not your business."

Wen Yi was startled, "But if it weren't for me, our family would never have encountered these..."

"Who knows," Wen Hanye said indifferently, "No one has the ability to be a prophet, you don't, and I don't, even if you didn't marry Mo Shichen back then, even if you married a man arranged by your parents, who Can you guarantee that he will be better than Mo Shichen? Even the parents who gave birth to him may not have a clear and thorough understanding of what a person is like. What's more, it is irrelevant and can only see the skin of others."

"So, Yi'er, this is not your fault, it is also Mo Shichen's fault alone. No one will blame you, and you don't have to blame yourself."

Who expected these actions of the man today?

Back ten years ago, no one of them could see that Wen's father and Wen's mother did not want Wen Yi to marry the Lawrence family. It was not because of Mo Shichen who was like him. They just felt that there was a slight difference in strength between the two families. Lawrence himself was enough. Stronger, I'm afraid Wen Yi will suffer.

As for Mo Shichen himself, he didn't see any problems. He was neither shameless nor did he do anything controversial or misconduct. Even his private life is well known by Muse's official girlfriend. In the upper class, it is already simple and clean.

Wen Yi turned his face and looked at his elder brother who was sitting in the chair. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his face was pale and confused, right?

Wen Hanye stood up, "I'll call your sister-in-law and ask her to go to your apartment to pack you up a few changes of clothes and daily necessities. Have you not eaten after a day of illness? What do you want to eat? Brought over."

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After Mo Shichen came out of the hospital, he dismissed the driver, got into the driver's seat, and drove aimlessly in this huge bustling city in Rambo.

He couldn't go to the company, but the manor had only helpless servants besides himself, who were deserted.

After driving the car for an hour or two, when passing the river, I found a parking spot and stopped the car on a whim.

It is now less than nine o'clock in the evening, and there should be a residential area nearby, so even though it is late and the weather is cold, there are still twos and threes passers-by, walking or going home.

He sat in the car, looking at the flowing river, the neatly lined street lights exuded a dim warm light, gentle and deserted, watching the pedestrians pass by, it is still me.

"Pop," the lighter spouted flames, lit the cigarette between the man's lips, and suddenly went out again, leaving only the cigarette **** flashing and extinguishing, and the smoke dispersed, leaving only the blur when it was dispersed.

He often feels that if everything is under control, it is really boring.

He also occasionally felt that being out of control of people and things was really annoying.

But at this moment, he was at a loss for the first time not knowing what to choose.

The car was too warm. He pushed the door and got out of the car. After taking off his coat to Wen Yi, he fell into the ward. Just walking into the cold wind at night, there was still a bitter cold, but it made people more sober.

Wen Yi.

He whispered these two words between his teeth, and her face appeared repeatedly in his mind. The first time he saw her, she was so arrogantly instructed, and the nasty smile occasionally revealed when he was in Jiangcheng. After returning to Paris, Most of the time it is faint, occasionally showing a soft and charming, but there is always something missing.

What is missing.

After returning to Paris, her temperament did not seem to be as cool as she was in Jiangcheng.

In the end, he remembered her fainting in his arms and the quiet and weak face when he left.

[You never realize that you hurt her. 】

[It's like this time, and for her, this is only one of countless times. 】

He took off the cigarette between his lips and stared at the cigarette **** that was blown faster by the wind and seemed to be extinguished. He flicked the ashes with his fingers, and the ashes were quickly blown out.

With him, she has such pain?

A thought came to his mind, do you want to... let her go?

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When Mo Shichen appeared in the ward in the evening the next day, Wen Yi didn't feel too surprised. Although she felt that he was told by her brother to leave last night, not to mention Mingjin's retreat, but at least he should have stopped for a while.

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