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

Li Qianrui's face froze, she looked at him in tears, "Are you blaming me for coming to Paris without permission? Do you think that if I didn't come, you wouldn't quarrel with her, and you wouldn't make trouble. To divorce her?"

The man inserted one hand into his trouser pocket and said indifferently, "If you don't come, I and her will not get to this point, but if you have to investigate it, it is also because there is a problem with the relationship between me and her. You are just a guide to the problem. Huo Suo is not the root cause. As for you, I made it clear when I was in Jiangcheng, and I gave you enough compensation."

Li Qianrui couldn't help but cried, "What I want is not compensation at all. I just want to see you. Is this also wrong?"

The man’s eyebrows basically did not fluctuate, "My feelings for you were originally based on Li Ru, who you piled up and created with lies. If I met you in the first place, then I guess I would never look at you. Second glance."

Li Qianrui's tears were like broken beads, constantly flowing, looking at him sadly.

It’s a pity that Mo Shichen has been accustomed to her tears, and is indifferent. "I will let someone handle the hospitalization fee and the air ticket back to Jiangcheng. As for other things, I gave you money and a house. You came to Paris with a leisurely mood. In that case, you also went to college. It should be no problem to support yourself. Go back and find a job. When you can't eat, you don't have the heart to mourn the spring and fall and miss men."

After speaking, he opened the door of the ward and raised his foot to leave.

Since divorcing Wen Yi, his mind has been focused on her. These days, the people under his staff have estimated and felt his unhappy mood and the low pressure surrounding him. No one dared to bother him, Li Qianrui. Even if something happened in the hospital, they would solve it themselves, so if it hadn't been "encountered", he might not know when he would think of her.

"If you don't care about me, why are you divorcing her?"

The man paused and said faintly, "Maybe the timing of my divorce from her gave you this illusion, but I chose to divorce her just to get her in another way."

Mo Shichen left.

There was silence in the ward. Li Qianrui knelt and sat on the bed blankly. She knew that this was the last time.

In other words, he actually didn't plan to see her again since a long time ago, even if she looked forward to it every day, just want to look at him and say a few words to him.

But now this expectation has come to nothing...

Since she brought him back from the sea five years ago, the focus of life is him, or it is only him. Now, her father is no longer there, and she is helpless when she goes back...

When she came, she took the money and house he gave her to buy a ring... And this time, except for medical expenses and air tickets, he won't pay her any more...

What will she do in the future?

Without love or father, can you just live in poverty and loneliness?

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When Mo Shichen knocked on the door and entered Shen Yu's ward, Wen Yi was feeding Shen Yu and drinking porridge.

She sat by the hospital bed with a patient and gentle appearance. At first glance, Mo Shichen had an illusion, as if she should have been like this instead of the exquisite and cold Vice President Wen.

But this thought only flashed past. He immediately raised his eyebrows unhappy and said lightly, "He is not your boyfriend, why do you want to feed and drink porridge by yourself?"

Wen Yue didn't look at him, but still replied, "My aunt has been a little irritated these past few days and is not in good health. Uncle Shen asked her to rest at home for two days."

Although she and Shen Yu have not yet reached the stage of their boyfriend and girlfriend, one is because it hasn't been long since she got divorced, and the other is because both of them are relatively slow and hot, and this kind of thing goes with the flow natural.

But there is also the meaning of going in that direction, so those who have walked recently are considered to be very close. Even as a friend, it is understandable that she takes care of him.

Feeding this kind of thing doesn’t seem to cross the line much, but it’s close enough to make people feel dazzling. Mo Shichen narrowed his eyes and said tepidly, “If it’s so inconvenient, I will ask Kangding to find a professional. Take care of it and promise to do this for more than ten years and there will be no hidden dangers."

Shen Yu turned his face to look at Mo Shichen, moved his lips and just wanted to speak, frowning before the sound came out.

Wen Yi said hurriedly, "You will affect the wound when you speak, so ignore him and don't speak."

Mo Shichen's face darkened a bit, his thin lips pressed tightly, and he didn't speak.

Shen Yu closed his eyes, his expression gradually slowed down, and did not continue to be aggressive, continued to open his mouth and slowly eat the thinly boiled porridge.

Wen Yi didn't speak any more, but patiently and carefully fed the small bowl of porridge.

Mo Shichen walked to the position by the window, stood leaning forward, and after scanning the ward with deep eyes, his eyes finally fell on the woman.

The heating was turned on in the ward, so she dragged her coat. She only had a base sweater on her body. She was soft and self-cultivating. She was not high-necked. She had short hair falling around her neck. The boundaries were very clear. Wan.

The word gentle, in fact, should suit her very well, but he can only catch it occasionally.

It was for another injured man, who had seen enough.

Mo Shichen looked at her back and gradually fell into his thoughts.

After Wen Yi fed Shen Yu and drank the porridge, she felt that the other man in the ward was quiet as weird. She put down the bowl and turned around, ready to ask him what he wanted to do.

He stood leaning against the window, seeming to be watching her, but his eyes didn't have the slightest ripple, like the calm and unfathomable midnight deep sea, just looking at her in a trance.

She called to him, "Mo Shichen?"

The man ignored it, as if he didn't hear it.

There was some confusion on Wen Zhang's face, then she got up and walked towards him. After standing still in front of him, she said again, "Mo Shichen?"

She pursed her lips, looked at his handsome but somewhat tranced face, stretched out her hand and shook her hand in front of him, "Hey, Master Mo."

How could this man look like a demon.

Wen Yi was impatient, he raised his foot and was about to kick him, but before the foot left the ground, the standing man suddenly leaned over to her, and before she could react, he held her face. He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

As soon as the lips touched, Wen Yi's head blew slightly.

This man calculates her again!

Without mercy under her feet, she raised her foot mercilessly and stepped heavily on the back of his instep.

A woman like Wen Yi wears flat shoes when she is at home. She usually wears heeled shoes when she goes out. The only difference is the difference between a few centimeters and ten meters.

The man seemed to be in pain, and he took two steps back, his tall body leaned against the wall, the trance on his face was also broken, and his eyes focused on a new sobriety.

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