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

Wen Yi stood still, stiffly without any reaction, because she didn't know what to react or what to say.

Mo Shichen didn't mind her non-response, and took the opportunity to kiss her on the cheek, "It's very cold outside, and my clothes are a bit thin. I'll talk in the house, eh?"

She still didn't respond.

But at least he didn't get rid of him, nor did he explicitly reject him, Mo Shichen took her hand, turned her back and walked back.

Although Wen Yi was a little reluctant and slow, he did not withdraw his hand in the end.

As soon as he entered the door, it was warm in an instant, Wen Yi took off his coat and slowly changed his shoes with his head lowered.

"Cough...cough cough,"

Wen Yi was stunned, and when he looked up, he saw that the man had taken off his coat and was bending his shoulders slightly, coughing intermittently and in a low voice. He wanted to endure it but couldn't restrain it. The worst thing is that his chest will vibrate when he coughs, causing the wound to follow. pain.

He is always elegant and handsome, even now he just frowned.

Wen Yi said to the worried mother Su, "Go and bring a cup of hot water."

"Hey, all right." Mother Su hurriedly left.

The man's cough didn't last long, he calmed down quickly, and smiled softly, "It's almost seven o'clock, go eat something?"

"Are you a complication caused by repeated deterioration of your injury?"

"Maybe, but it's not a big deal, and it's not as burned as the morning, so don't worry."

Wen Yi took a step forward and narrowed the distance with him. He stretched out his hand and leaned over his forehead. After a while, he said, "It seems to be a little hot. Did you take the anti-fever medicine at noon?"

"have eaten."

She hummed, "What did the doctor say."

It is rare for Mo Shichen to answer anyone's questions patiently and kindly. His voice is low and gentle. "If the fever goes away after tonight, it should be fine. If the fever continues, you must go to the hospital."

She retracted her hand and glanced at the shirt on his body. Although it would not be cold in a well-heated room, he just approved a coat and went out. Obviously, it was easy to aggravate the fever. Fortunately, he only stood for a few minutes.

Wen Yi looked at the handsome face of the man and followed him gently at her gaze. He took back what he wanted to say, avoided his gaze, and said, "If you have nothing to eat, go to dinner first."

"it is good."

She turned around first and walked towards the restaurant.

Mo Shichen stared deeply at her back, always following her at a distance of half a meter.

Mother Su followed the poured hot water to the table.

During the dinner, Wen Yi could finally confirm that this man should not have been pretending, his appetite was not very good, and his eating movements were extremely slow, his eyebrows frowned, and occasionally stretched, but most of the time he was frowning.

Mo Shichen didn't speak, and spent about three minutes eating, and seven minutes introverted and casually observing the woman sitting opposite him.

It was like a tacit understanding that each other tacitly maintained the peace after eating the meal until Wen Yi had finished eating and put down the knife and fork, and the man who had no appetite ended up after she finished the meal.

Wen Yi said while wiping his lips while lowering his eyes faintly, "I think your current situation is not very bad, and you can walk and eat normally. Don't take a bath at night. If you feel uncomfortable, use a damp towel. Just wipe it after drying. If the wound or fever continues to be serious... you are an adult, and you should go to the hospital honestly if you are sick. This is a mature performance, not a foolish act."

"I don't like hospitals."

"Who likes it?"

The man paused for a moment, and said with a faint smile, "What I don't like is that if you don't go to the hospital, you won't die or become disabled, then there is no need to go."

"..."

Wen Yi looked at him, speechless for a moment.

She didn't know what to say, and she had troubles in her heart, so she stood up and said, "It's nothing, I'll go back."

She seemed to be here inexplicably.

She didn't know why she came, for no reason.

"Yi'er," the man stopped her.

She looked back at him, her expression was very obvious, waiting for his later text.

His thin lips pulled out a faint curve, his thick and clear deep eyes stared at her, and he stated clearly in a low voice, "You know, this time, I can't let you go, eh?"

"Are you trying to tell me, am I here wrong?"

"No, because you don't come, I won't let you go."

"..."

Wen Yi looked at him for a long time.

It was still Mo Shichen's face. Although it was so pale and weak, his eyes were calm and inevitable. It seemed that something he was staring at would never escape.

She bends her lips and said, "Mo Shichen, there is a very common saying that the body is the capital of the revolution. If you want to get me, you can raise your body and chase me. I really can’t mention a sick seed. I am interested, I am now afraid that you will bump into it, which is really annoying, and I am afraid that your unhealed injury will be pushed by me and become critically ill-although you put the gun by yourself, you deserve to be pushed by me ."

Mo Shichen raised his eyebrows, his face seemed to change, "You allowed me to chase you?"

"..."

"You won't chase if I'm not allowed?"

The corners of the man's lips are deep, "It's my business whether I chase or not, whether you want to...that's another matter."

Wen Yi's breath suffocated. This man really has the ability to give you some sunshine and he will be able to shine immediately. She relaxed a little bit, and he is about to open a big hole for you.

In her remarks, the understanding and key point of a normal person should be-let him stop using his body.

She pursed her lips and cocked her face, "Then you raise your body by yourself, I'm leaving."

"Barley."

"..."

"Shen's surname is about to be discharged from the hospital, please ignore him."

"..."

How could she have a better relationship with Shen Yu than with him? How big is this man?

Mo Shichen followed and got up from the chair, "It's late, I'll let the driver see you off."

Wen Yi subconsciously said, "No, I drove over, so I can drive back by myself."

"I did not follow up on the terrorist attack of Shen Yu. Others have not been discharged from the hospital. I am not worried about letting you go back so late. Good, for your own safety, let the driver send it, baby, like you said, This is the mature choice."

"..."

He used her words to stop her, and she really couldn't find a rebuttal.

Forget it, it doesn't make a big difference for her to drive by yourself or the driver to deliver it.

Mo Shichen’s body is indeed better than when he had a high fever in the morning, but for comparison, he is currently weak, but he is trying to face her with a normal posture as much as possible.

A man’s self-esteem is very strange. The serious wounds he shot himself, the wounds he dug up with his own hands, how she was anxious, distressed, and guilty, he accepted it with peace of mind. .

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