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

Even if it was vaguely guessed, Wen Yi still felt that the nerves in her whole body were shaking. Her face was dull and unbelievable, "He... himself?"

Shen Yu nodded, "He asked the bodyguard to do it. The bodyguard didn't dare, so he shot himself in the chest."

When the man held the gun and fired at him, his face was calm and calm.

The bodyguards were scared and stupid.

In order to get the woman he wants, without a chance, he has to create opportunities himself.

No matter what the means, no matter what the price is, he never blinks.

For Mo Shichen, Shen Yu no longer knew whether to define affectionate or cruel.

Especially when the object of his cruelty is himself, it is even more cruel.

Wen Yi's eyes didn't move for a while, and the fingers that fell on his side seemed to be numb.

he himself……

He shot himself at himself just to...

Wen Yi raised his hand to support his forehead, not knowing how to digest this absurd news.

After a long time, she asked in a low voice, "Don't you tell me, did he use his life-saving grace to force you?"

Shen Yu remained silent, no need to say what it means.

Saying anything at this time is suspected of falling into trouble with a rival in love. He naturally disdains, not to mention his temperament does not like to talk about others.

Wen Yi's fingers tightened, holding the handbag, his mind was blank.

"I'll go back first," she only felt a headache, her voice was weak and weak, "Shen Yu, I will see you another day."

Shen Yu frowned, "Do you want your brother to pick you up?"

She waved her hand, "I'm fine, I'll just take a taxi and go back."

"Then be careful."

"Well," Wen Yi pulled out a smile reluctantly, "I'm leaving now, goodbye."

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Wen Yi left the hospital with a dull expression, stopped the car and reported the address of his apartment.

The phone in my bag rang soon after I got in the car.

She didn't answer it. It should be said that she never took it out of her bag to see it.

The phone vibrated for several minutes, then stopped and rang again.

In the manor.

Mo Shichen's handsome face was so gloomy that it dripped water. He made three calls to Wen Yi, but no one answered him.

Five minutes ago, he called the driver who was sent to send Wen Yi to return.

The driver said no.

Then he made a call to Wen Yi, but no one answered.

Call the driver again and ask him to find someone.

The driver went to the cafe and looked around, but there was no one.

He basically guessed what Mo Shiqian said to Wen Yi.

That bastard, stabbed him in the back.

No one answered the three calls. Mo Shichen could basically confirm that she would not answer his calls.

Without hesitation, he walked directly to the cloakroom with long legs, picked up his clothes at random, and went downstairs.

As soon as she arrived in the living room, Su's mother saw that the man seemed to be going out, and she couldn't help asking, "Grandpa, didn't you say that your wife will come over for dinner later, are you going out now?"

Mo Shichen curled his lips and said lightly, "She won't be here tonight.

After saying this, he left without looking back.

Mama Su stared at him from behind, for a few days...what's wrong?

…………

Mo Shichen went directly to Wen Yi's apartment.

If she had just learned something, she would probably not go to Wen's house when she was in a mess, she would just choose to stay alone.

He stood in front of the apartment, looked at the closed door, and rang the doorbell.

Wen Yi heard the sound, but she was soaking in the bathtub at this time, soaking in the hot water with her eyes closed. The white mist was full of mist, and there was a kind of fairyland illusion of flying clouds.

And the ringing doorbell was beyond Jiuxiao.

Wen Yi lay down in the hot water until the mist subsided, and even the water in the bathtub slowly dropped in temperature.

During this process, the door bell rang every ten minutes.

When the hot water became warm and cold, she got up from the water, wiped her body and walked out in a bathrobe.

Mo Shichen checked the time and rang the doorbell.

For another ten minutes, he pressed it again. He thought there would be no response tonight, but this time he pressed it. As soon as the sound rang, the door in front of him was opened.

Wen Yi appeared before his eyes.

She wore a pair of home-made trousers with a beige V-neck sweater. Her black hair looked lazy and messy, and the tips of her hair were a little wet, which looked cold and sexy.

Her eyes were faint and cold, and she looked at him without any obstacles.

The man's gaze locked her face, "I thought you wouldn't open the door for me anymore."

"I need to rest. I can't stand your constant noise."

"You're angry."

This sentence is a question sentence of declarative tone.

Wen Yi looked at his face, his gaze shifted, he looked at the trash can not far away, and then looked at him again, "President Mo, I am not your opponent, and I don’t want to provoke you at all. I ask you to raise your hand. , Let me go, okay?"

The man was not angry, but smiled slightly, "You provoke me to make me fall in love with you, but want me to let you go?"

She stared at him, and after a long time she also laughed abruptly, "Mo Shichen, are you trying to force me to shoot myself and bet you will let me go?"

The corners of the man’s lips are gentle and cruel, "If you die, then I might really have to let you go."

Wen's heart quaked, like a small earthquake, collapsed.

Only willing to let her die?

"Last time you promised me to send Li Qianrui back to Jiangcheng, you didn't. You raised her secretly. You lied to me; this time, you saved Shen Yuming and was not injured. In order to force me to compromise with you, you didn’t hesitate to give Take a shot yourself, or lie to me, these two things are not trivial things, Mo Shichen, you can do anything to achieve your goals—"

"I can do anything to achieve my goals," Mo Shichen's dark eyes were full of exquisite chill, but there was a slight and gentle smile on his lips, and he took a step forward. Coming to her, he bowed his head, and narrowed the distance so that he could feel each other's breathing, "You should have this realization long ago, Yi'er."

His voice is gentle, so gentle as if the syllables entwined between his teeth are the lover he loves most. "You should also be enlightened. I even ate my guns, so how could I let you go."

The tone became lower and lower, his lips were getting closer and closer to her, as if he had kissed her chin, but he never stuck it until he bowed his head and approached her ear, his voice became dumb, and his breath poured into her. Her ears are like blowing into her body and infiltrating her soul, "I love you, it's impossible to let you go, Wen Yi, you die as soon as possible."

I don’t know if it was his words or the content of his words. Wen Yi was not hugged by him, but she felt that she was surrounded by him, and she could only shudder and evade, and finally couldn’t help taking a step back, Yang A slap in the hand was about to throw it towards his handsome face.

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