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

She didn't think so, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there was indeed such a suspicion for this approach. Wen Yi snatched her phone back, "You think it is what you think, I didn't say anything."

The man didn't care about her mobile phone, he only grabbed her wrist, narrowed his eyes and asked, "He also gave you a gift before?"

Wen Yi shook his head, "No."

How could she have received Mo Shiqian's gift? She estimated that Chi Huan would not receive a lot of gifts from him.

Mo Shiqian gave Wen Yi a gift?

A mere gift is unlikely, most of it is something or something to tell her.

Mo Shichen curled his eyebrows, put away the thoughts passing through his eyes, and smiled softly on his lips, "I will send a driver to pick you up, and you will accompany me after dinner before going back."

Wen Yi refused, "I'll go by myself. He must have told me something when he came to me."

She still has this awareness, and Mo Shiqian will not find her for ordinary things, let alone let her go in person.

Mo Shichen's face was a bit overcast, but he couldn't think of any reason to stop her for a while.

If she was forcibly prevented from going... it would seem too guilty.

"Okay," he let go, "I will let the driver take you there."

"Yes." There is nothing wrong with someone sending it.

"You will come back to have dinner with me after you see him. It's only four o'clock and the time is almost just right."

"..."

Wen Yi looked at him, "You let me run back and forth for a dinner?"

"Tomorrow you and I will go back to the company to work. The chances of having a meal together are not as many as recently, and...when I get better, I don't know if you will pay attention to me."

"..."

It seems to make sense.

Wen Yi closed his eyes, "Okay."

Anyway, today is indeed the last day.

The man hummed, "Be careful on the way."

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Wen Yi went out carrying the bag.

Mo Shichen got off the bed and walked to the balcony overlooking the black Rambo and drove towards the gate of the manor. He then returned to the bedroom, picked up his mobile phone, opened the address book, and dialed Mo Shiqian's phone. It works.

His voice was entwined with a faint coldness, "What are you doing with Wen Yi?"

Mo Shiqian smiled indifferently, "You are really alert."

"That said."

"Are you afraid that I would take her away, or did you do something wrong that you dare not let her know?"

"Mo Shiqian——"

Mo Shiqian still has a tone that is neither salty nor light, "She can't get out of your palm at all, what are you afraid of."

Mo Shichen paused, "I warn you--"

A faint sneer interrupted him, "You can't take my woman away, what can you warn me about."

After all, the phone was cut off.

He dialed it again and just hung up.

Mo Shichen squeezed the phone tightly. If it weren't for the injury to his body, the body of the phone might have been twisted by him.

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Wen Yi met Mo Shiqian who was about to leave at a coffee shop near the airport.

He sat there leisurely and indifferently, leaning to the body, with a very outstanding temperament. After she looked around and found him, she saw that he was looking down at the time on his wrist, and when she looked up again, she met her eyes.

Wen Yi sat down opposite him.

Mo Shichen raised his hand and moved the small box on the table to her.

Wen Yi looked at it, really a gift?

It's not very similar either. It's not a brocade box for jewelry, but a very ordinary box.

She was stunned and stretched out her hand to open it.

A bullet...

Wen Yi was stunned, "What are you giving me this...for?"

"This is the bullet taken from his body."

Who he was referring to, apart from Mo Shichen, there was no other possibility.

"..."

The finger Wen Yi was about to touch was immediately retracted, his pupils dilated, and he said in disbelief, "What are you doing with this thing? Are your brothers abnormal?"

Also called her to the airport specially.

But when she finished speaking, the man stood up, the corners of his lips seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "On perversions, no one can compare to the man you like."

Without giving Wen Yi any time to react, he turned around and left.

"Mo Shiqian..."

Wen Yi looked at him from behind, only feeling inexplicable for a while, but in the end he didn't choose to catch up. She felt that he would not say more.

He retracted his gaze and looked at the lying bullet.

What did he give her this for?

She remembered the last look he had made before leaving, with a sneer but profoundly meaningful.

Obviously, I wanted to suggest something to her.

What do you suggest to her?

Is there a problem with the bullet?

Or... Mo Shichen has a problem?

His injury? His injury is real, she has taken care of him for a month or two, and it can't be fake.

What's the problem?

A thought flashed through her mind, Wen Yiran stood up from the chair, closed the box, picked it up, and walked out.

She didn't go to the parking lot and waited for her driver to follow the car. She walked directly to the place waiting for the taxi and stopped a taxi, and reported the address of the hospital where Shen Yu was still there.

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Shen Yu was also going to be discharged from the hospital in the past two days, but the injury was added to the injury last time, and Shen's father and mother did not allow him to be discharged, so he is still living in the ward.

Wen Yi pushed the door directly in.

There was only Shen Yu in the ward. He was looking down at the book and was startled when he heard the sudden movement. When he looked up and saw her, his expression was obviously a bit hurried, and his expression was not normal, and he did not seem to be visiting.

After being quiet, Shen Yu said, "Yi'er, what's the matter with you?"

Wen Yi walked straight to the hospital bed with a dumb voice, "Could you tell me how Mo Shichen got the shot?"

Shen Yuhao looked at her for a long time, "Why do you suddenly ask?"

"Mo Shiqian left Paris today and gave me something before leaving."

She took out the box containing the bullet and handed it to Shen Yu.

Shen Yu took it and took a look.

He did not speak.

"If I'm not mistaken, bullets should be different from bullets, caliber, function, power and the like, although I don't know much about these."

Shen Yu constricted his eyes and said faintly, "You doubt him, why don't you just ask him."

"He will lie to me," Wen Yi bit his lip. "Can't you tell me?"

"He did save me that day."

Wen Yi basically understood what he meant.

She didn't speak for a long time.

After a while, Shen Yu thought she would not say anything anymore. She still opened her mouth hoarsely, "Tell me, I will take this bullet to ask my brother or Aleb, or go Ask the police in charge of the terrorist attack that day, and they can give me a similar answer. You can tell me directly so that I won’t run around more."

Shen Yu was silent for a while, and then slowly said, "He did save me that day, but he was not injured."

Wen Yi's pupils shook, "Then how did he... hurt?"

Shen Yu pulled his lips, mocking and a little helpless, "He fired that shot himself."

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