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

After reacting, she wished to bite her tongue, she just wanted to tear down the man's desk, but when she said this, every word seemed to be that she was jealous and annoyed him.

No matter how he obeyed his wishes, she was irritating with him about Li Qianrui's affairs, and he was coaxing her, the play suddenly became real.

She closed her eyes and wanted to disappear.

Mo Shichen leaned close to her, his slender fingers held her face, and the magnetic voice entwined with a smile was very low in decibels, "Well, well, it's all my fault, it's my fault. I'll wait for you to get angry."

"..."

Wen Yi suddenly felt that Xia Liulan's eyes were thrown over like a knife.

Probably it is that Young Master Mo is not too like a man who would bend his head to coax a woman, but he coaxed so much that he is still a woman who doesn’t give him face. Such a gap makes people particularly angry, especially admiring him. Woman.

Wen Yi picked up the water glass and continued to lower his head to drink.

After Xia Dong and Mo Shichen made a few jokes on the surface, they led to other topics. They took the matter over. After the whole meal, they basically talked and talked about the shopping mall. It seems that the ghost fetuses they have in their hearts do not exist.

Xia Liulan was very aggrieved and could not hold back her anger. The tantrums that he wanted to show through the questions several times were pressed by Xia Dong.

After the initial stage, Wen Yi was eating in a leisurely manner, rarely talking, and a kind of lazy carelessness. The only thing that made her frown a few times was...Mo Shichen seemed to drink Have a lot of alcohol?

Although he can drink, he rarely drank such a cup after cup. Although she was clinking glasses with Xia Dong, she tried to persuade him several times, but she still held back her words, but Xia Liulan didn't know if she saw Wen Yi I didn't want Mo Shichen to drink it or something, and joined her father to persuade the liquor team.

Several times I wanted Wen Yi to drink, but she was so cold that she almost lost face.

She knows how much Mo Shichen's temperament is. He will not let others bully her anyway. She can give it as much as she wants, or just shake her face if she doesn't want to give it.

Ever since Xia Tangtang first married Mo Shiqian and had a brief contact with the father and daughter of the Xia family, she didn't like them very much.

I don't like it even more now.

The meal did not end until nine o'clock.

Except for her, the other three people seemed to be drunk.

Xia Liulan was relatively lightly drunk. After calling daddy a few times, she turned out her mobile phone to make a call. Listening to the conversation, she should call the driver and ask him to come and pick up people. Hiccups.

Mo Shichen could not see that he was very drunk, he could only say that he was slightly drunk. He had very shallow consciousness. After screaming verbally, he stretched out his arms and hugged her waist directly, burying his head. In the socket of her shoulders, the breath of alcohol sprayed into her neck.

Like a big coquettish boy.

She got up and wanted to take him to his feet, but she took the weight of a man weighing more than 1.8 meters and nearly 1.9 meters. After a few attempts, she panted and failed. She patted his face angrily, "Mo Shi Chen, stand up for me."

"Yes," the man's voice was rusty, chaotic, full of dumb smell.

After a word, Wen Yi, who he really held, stood up.

"..."

Wen Yi said helplessly, "Go out and take you home."

"Miss Wen."

Wen Yi was about to lead a man who was not very clear, but he was very obedient. He heard the charming female voice stop her. When he turned around, he saw Xia Liulan's face flushed with wine, "Would you like me? The driver sent Mr. Mo? He was drunk. I think it was inconvenient for you, Miss Wen, and you still live far away. My driver is a man. I can ask him to send Mr. Mo first and then go home."

Wen Yi thought coldly, the driver, isn't Mr. Mo without a driver.

"No trouble, I'll call his driver over."

Xia Liulan said, "Ms. Wen, since you chose to divorce Young Master Mo, you shake your face at him while hanging him. You don't want to let go, but you show no words to him. Don't you think it's too much?"

Wen Yi pulled his red lips and smiled faintly, "I'm glad he is willing, whoever thinks it is too much, who cares about it."

The smile on Xia Liulan's face instantly froze, and a few seconds later, she said with a strong accusation, "Miss Wen, you are hypocritical."

"Falsehood is better than stupidity."

Leaving this sentence aside, Wen Yi took the man away without looking at her.

Fortunately, Mo Shichen was still a little conscious. She took him to the co-pilot without much effort. She was exhausted and exhausted. After closing the car door, she became angry from her heart and just wanted to woke him up with something. "Mo Shichen, you bastard, I really want to throw you in the middle of the road and let countless cars crush you to pieces!"

After the curse, he could only pick up the phone from him, unlock it with his fingerprint, and open the address book to find the driver's number.

Call one, no one answered.

Call two, no one answered.

Three, Wen Yi gave up, so irritated that he almost didn't smash the phone on him.

After the man got on the co-pilot, he leaned his head on the back seat, closed his eyes and frowned, as if he was asleep, although the location and posture made him uncomfortable.

"The driver you were looking for didn't even answer the phone."

As the driver of Mo Shichen, shouldn't he be on standby 24 hours a day?

Wen Yi had no choice but to walk over and touch the man. He found the car key. After inserting it, he glanced at the seat belt that the man didn't buckle.

After reversing and going out, her eyebrows frowned, and from time to time she turned her head to look at the man who breathed evenly.

How did she send him home.

Is this man really drunk?

In her memory, he had never seen him drunk.

Sniffing her is a bit unusual, but the car is already on the main road, she can only send him back to the manor.

Half an hour later, the car stopped on the parking lot of the manor. Wen Yi untied his seat belt and turned his head to look at the man who had not woke up with a tightly frowning eyebrow. He leaned over and patted his face, "Hey, you're home."

The man half-opened his eyes, his eyes were covered by a layer of mist. The eyes looking at her seemed to be drowning and affectionate, and as if only drunk, he looked at the face close at hand, as if fascinated. Eye, put her lips up without hesitation, and pressed the back of her head to force the kiss to deepen.

"..."

This man, don't let her find that he is pretending to be drunk to take advantage!

He was already strong, and when he was drunk and uncontrollable, his strength was even more frightening. Wen Yi couldn't break free at all. She had no choice but to bite him cruelly and viciously.

Mo Shichen suddenly withdrew from her lips and teeth.

Wen Yi was almost held in his arms, his chin rubbed against her neck, and said dumbly, "You bit me."

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