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

Wen Yi felt that he was not dependent on him, but he couldn't deny that when he saw him at this moment, he still weakened all at once, like a tense weakness.

When Mo Shichen saw her, he walked towards her, took advantage of the situation and took her into his arms, and whispered, "Are you injured?"

She unconsciously grasped his clothes with her fingers and shook her head.

"that's OK."

Mo Shichen wrapped her arm around her waist and led her away.

Wen Yi was held by him, and he was taken away passively under his strength.

The hospital was chaotic. Although there were no gunmen at their level, the frightened crowd was still chaotic, and there was no order.

She walked very slowly, and her mind became chaotic along with the chaotic scene. She wanted to think, but the more she thought about it, the more chaotic her mind became. When the man put her arm around her about to enter the elevator, she suddenly woke up and stood in front of him. , Looked up at him.

"Mo Shichen."

The man bowed his head, "Huh?"

She looked at him with a somewhat difficult expression, but her eyes were eager, and she was begging a little, clearly what she wanted to say.

Mo Shichen should be able to read it, because the interpretation of facial expressions and eyes is one of his best things, but he just looked back at her and didn't take the initiative to speak up.

However, he did not urge her to enter the elevator.

In the end, Wen Yi said it himself, "Mo Shichen, I don't worry about Shen Yu."

He nodded and agreed, "His situation is indeed very dangerous."

The other two bodyguards didn't notice that Mo Shichen would say this, and they were shocked for half a second... In this case, shouldn't it be comforting, saying that he should be fine... How can they say that?

However, when Wen Yi heard this, his anxious heart instantly mentioned to his throat, "What should I do?"

Her eyes are already red.

Woman, no matter what she usually does, she is weak in the face of this **** direct violence.

Mo Shichen stroked her cheek with his fingers and whispered, "Do you want me to help him?"

She was silent, but looking at him with her eyes, it was self-evident.

Silent communication.

Mo Shichen bowed his head, with his lips close to her ear, "Okay."

Although she begged him, she was both psychologically ready to exchange terms and ready to be rejected, so when this simple word rang, her whole body was slightly shaken for a moment.

He kissed her on the ear, then stepped back two steps, looked up at the two bodyguards next to him, and steadily ordered, "You two, take her out of the hospital and take her to Wen's house."

The two looked at each other for a second, and one of them hesitated, "But President Mo..."

It was obvious what they wanted to say, but Wen Yi interrupted eagerly, "No, I will go by myself, or find a place to hide."

Mo Shichen glanced at her and smiled lightly, "Do you think it's possible?"

In front of real swords and guns, she was a lamb to be slaughtered, and he could not leave her alone anyway.

Wen Yi panicked because he had no bottom, "But..."

He said faintly, "I won't go alone, and there are a few bodyguards in this hospital, but I have sent them to understand the situation, and the two of them are responsible for taking you away. Good, don't worry me. "

Wen Yi heaved a sigh of relief when he heard what he said, and then asked uncertainly, "Are you true?"

"Of course, single-handedly rescue the rival, do you think I am Superman?"

"Then... OK, but you just need to send someone to me. I watched the movement and there shouldn't be too many people. We will be careful."

As soon as she finished speaking, the two bodyguards also persuaded, "Mr. Mo, this time the incident is not aimed at Miss Wen. It should be enough to send someone to protect her."

Mo Shichen raised his eyelids and looked at the person who said this, "Are you sure?"

The bodyguard immediately lowered his head, "I guarantee my life."

The man twitched the corners of his lips, "Your life is worthless to me, and her hair can't be less."

"understand."

Mo Shichen did not look at Wen Yi, but still calmly and methodically ordered, "I'm afraid that the other party will install a bomb. You take her out of the hospital, take the stairs, and exit through the side door. There is news from the security office. There is no one guarding him, and the police quickly arrive."

"Ok."

The man pointed his chin to one place, "Be smart," he touched the woman's head after he said, "Listen to him, don't worry me."

Wen Yi looked at him and nodded, "I will."

By this time, he was so calm that he didn't even have the usual warmth, "Well, go."

"Mo Shichen," she understood that she couldn't talk nonsense at this time, but she couldn't help but said, "you don't have any trouble."

The man said, "I'm dead, you can leave me a widow."

bodyguard,"……"

"I don't like widowhood."

bodyguard,"……"

Mo Shichen pulled the woman out of his arms and pushed it to the bodyguard, the corners of his lips curled up, bringing out a trace of evil, "Except for marrying me, you really can only be a widow."

Wen Yi was taken away by the bodyguard.

Even if her heart became a bottomless pit in just a few minutes and ten minutes, she still restrained all timidity and anxiety and obeyed the instructions and arrangements of the bodyguard.

Wen Yi's departure was considered smooth. He only ran into a man with a gun on the way, but he was killed by the bodyguard first.

When they reached the side entrance, a group of police had arrived.

………………

Mo Shichen’s number of people on the other side was not clear. He also got a rough idea based on the rest received by the bodyguards and the security office. There were about seven or eight. Mo Shichen had three under him, and Shen Yu had two, plus him. Even though they weren't even, they were obviously calm, alert and well-trained, and their quality was a step higher.

Ten minutes later, Shen Yu was in the ward.

The smell of blood permeated, mixed with the smell of disinfectant, exuding a strange breath of life and death.

Mo Shichen's handsome face is extraordinarily indifferent, and his usual gentle and elegant temperament has a strange sense of harmony in this contrasting atmosphere of pale and bright red, as if he originally belonged to this dangerous world.

He kicked the dead corpse on the ground, his eyes were indifferent, his lips curled up with a smile, "Shen Yu, send your protector out to save others in the hospital. If I don't come, you will be dead now. "

Shen Yu is a soldier, even if this matter has nothing to do with him, he will still do it, not to mention that this matter cannot be separated from him.

Although Mo Shichen came in time, Shen Yu was still injured, because his original physical condition was basically incompetent at all. At this time, he was even more embarrassed, his face was bloodless, his sick clothes were stained red, and he was slightly panting. Angrily, "I remember, my life-saving grace."

The ward was quiet for a while, and the gunfire seemed to stop.

Mo Shichen played with the pistol with a regretful expression on his face, "I came here with a half-dead plan. How could it be resolved in twos or twos."

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