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

Mo Shichen's fingers teased eleven, his handsome silhouette was so clear that it could condense the cool water of the deep mountains and streams, his eyelids drooped, and all the eyes under his eyes were restrained, and he smiled lightly, "Do you think?"

He asked back, then answered himself, "Probably so."

Su's mother asked quite expectantly, "Then why don't you try to...make up with her?"

The man finally raised his eyelids, "Do you think I should make up with her?"

Su's mother didn't understand why he asked this for a while. In fact, she didn't know very well about the couple, but...

"I just watched your wife's absence during this period. You are not very happy. Although you don't know why you and your wife separated... But if you still love her very much, try to recover."

He asked plainly, "If she doesn't want it."

"This..." Mother Su considered her words, "Just do your best. In this case, you will not regret it, and your wife will not leave any regrets."

Do your best?

This word has a strange sense of disagreement with him.

Mo Shichen retracted his hand, lit a cigarette skillfully, and after spitting out a few smoke rings, he muttered, "Mother Su, do you think she was happy when she was with me?"

"Mrs. She... is not a person who is overjoyed and compassionate. It is not obvious to be unhappy, but I... I don't think she is unhappy, and I think she is thinking about you, so she must have you in her heart."

"Really," he lighted his cigarette, let the ashes fall into the ashtray, as if following the only other person in the restaurant, and as if talking to himself, or maybe he couldn't find a word. Or a suitable person to tell, "I don't remember what happened five years ago, and I don't really know what kind of person I was before, but from the past that I learned from the information, I can probably draw a similar outline. "

He spoke slowly, as if he didn't care if others were listening. Although Mama Su listened very seriously, after speaking for a while, he stopped again and took a cigarette. His voice seemed dumber, but it was also weaker. My mother died of illness when I was five or six years old, but she was also very depressed when she was alive, because my father was a very cold person, and the only bit of love was given to other women before marriage. She is only indifferent to her as a guest, and she is a natural workaholic. Although she does not raise a lover outside, she rarely has a family, and does not communicate with her once she has a family."

"He is more interested in me than my mother, because he wants to train a qualified heir in his mind, but even if it is a father and a son, my feelings for him should be very thin, or even if I am growing up. He had grudges in his heart, but I was trained and educated by him alone. I am very like him, even if I lose my memory, I still look like him."

When Su's mother listened to these words, her tone was calm and organized, as if she was analyzing a stranger who had nothing to do with him, not himself.

Mo Shichen watched the smoke that he spit spread out and then disappeared, staring at it with a low smile, and stated lightly, "Maybe, I really don't love it, or I'm not good at how to love a woman."

Let him chase Wen Yi, yes.

On the premise that she is willing to stay by his side, she wants him to do something, or lose her temper with him, and ask him to cook and make buns.

But what he is best at is plundering and conquering. He has countless ways to force her to return to him obediently.

But when none of this worked, he was at a loss for a while.

In particular, Wen Yi was seriously ill and was hospitalized because of him.

He could torture her cruelly to watch her for a while and even gritted her teeth with hatred and hatred for him, but he forced a woman into the hospital with a high fever due to overwork and stress. She was forced to support her in front of her family——

He failed.

If he loves this woman, then he also fails in love, and failure itself is enough to frustrate him.

Mother Su said in a daze, "But I think...you are very kind to your wife."

Mo Shichen stood up from the dining chair, "I used to think so too."

"Then... are you going to forget it, don't you look for her anymore?"

The slender fingers with distinct joints squeezed out the unburned cigarettes in the ashtray, and said lightly, "Look at her life, I will give her a chance to get rid of me."

After he came back from Paris, he regarded her as his wife and his belongings. Whether he loves or not, he has to hold it in his hands. Maybe he can't let it go, but just doesn't want to let it go.

If he forgets her slowly after letting go of this idea, then he won't look for her again.

If it takes too long for him to forget--

Then she really can only blame her for being too unfortunate in her life, she must meet him and fall in love with him and marry him, because the person he believes is to hold in his arms no matter what methods are used.

Mo Shichen kicked eleven, "I'm finished, let's go, take you to dinner."

…………

Six days later.

When Kang Ding went to the president’s office to deliver the documents in the afternoon, he found that President Mo, who has been increasing his workload recently and even tighter schedules, has not stared at the laptop screen or flipped through the documents. Instead, he looked out the window as if A fascinating posture.

He walked closer and found that the laptop screen was black.

This shows that the president has maintained this state for some time?

"Cough..." Kang Ding coughed lowly, and then said after attracting the man's attention, "President, this quarter's financial statements have been sorted out according to your requirements."

The man hummed, then lazily retracted his gaze, and reached out to take the document from him.

But Kangding found that although he put it in front of him, he didn't mean to watch, "President, is there anything else I want to order?"

Mo Shichen raised his head and stared at him for a while, seeing that Kang Ding's heart was growing. He finally said, "Have you ever been broken in love?"

"……many years ago."

"Usually, how long does it take to put down a woman?"

"This... depends on the situation."

Mo Shichen looked at him blankly.

Kangding bit his scalp and continued, "I don't have any emotions...I left it behind in a few days, some...such as your brother...you can't let it go for several years."

He sneered, "There is a hole in his head."

"..."

He picked up the signature pen next to it and played with it. For six days, he really counted the days.

How many days will I count?

Mo Shichen raised his eyes and said lightly, "You go..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the sound of knocking on the door.

He closed his eyes, "Come in."

His other female secretary just opened the door and hurriedly said, "President, Miss Wen is in the lobby...must come up to you, the front desk can't stop...will you please come in or...call the security..."

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