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

But Wen Yi's reaction was more intense than he thought.

This fierceness is not the fierce quarrel, but a kind of intense indifference.

Mo Shichen buttoned the door twice, and said lowly, "If you don't speak, I will break the door."

Break?

How does he want to break, is it possible that he can kick this door open?

Wen Yi helped the door to stand up. Five seconds later, the silent door was suddenly opened.

The man who was thinking about how to "quietly" enter the study at the lowest possible price raised his eyelids and looked at the woman who was caught off guard or was still in his sight.

She was wearing a simple sweater and her expression was calm, but she was a little indifferent under the calm, writing about her alienation from him.

"Wen Yi," the man's low voice became cold in vain, and a strong coldness swept through his eyes. There was something like a smile in his soft words, "You don't want to follow Should I break up?"

Her nerves were stung, and the two hands that fell on her side were suddenly tightened.

Break up.

There was a smile on her lips, and she smiled very lightly, "Why, do you want to tell me, either go back to bed with you obediently and give birth to the baby, or break up?"

Mo Shichen's face changed slightly, "I didn't mean that."

Her voice became softer and the smile inside became stronger, "That's what you mean, either break up or stop shaking your face."

The man stepped forward and hugged her into his arms, "I didn't mean it. I finally coaxed you back. How could I break up with you? I didn't think so, so don't even think about it."

When I said the last sentence, there was already a bit of implied fierceness.

She was held by him, she didn't break away, let him hold her, "Why."

Mo Shichen hugged her soft body, and after a moment of silence, he asked in a low voice, "Do you just want children like this?"

"I never said that I don't want children, but I said very clearly, I don't want it now."

"I don't have to want it either," he said slowly, as if he needed to consider every sentence, "I just think it would be nice if we have a child now."

Her body is warm and soft, but the breath that exudes is somewhat cool, like the cold outdoor air, "What did you do, repeat the trick, secretly broke the ***?"

He stated faintly, "I didn’t wear it until the end a few times. Two times it broke when I was doing it. I changed it once in the bathroom without the medicine you took the next day. Taking a shower, I was bored sitting on the bed and broke a few."

Wen Yi felt funny when he heard it, and then couldn't bear it, he really laughed.

Five years ago, he moved every *** in order to make her pregnant with a child. Now he has learned to lower the contraceptive success rate all the time, right?

"You are sure that you will not break up because of this, and in fact, if I tell my mom that you are pregnant because I don't want to be pregnant, she will also say that I make a fuss and refuse to live peacefully— -But Mo Shichen,"

As she talked, she smiled slowly, and raised her head in his arms and said, "I really don't know how to continue to live with you."

Mo Shichen's arms that hugged her suddenly tightened, his voice covered with frost, "What do you mean?"

"You've always thought about what you want, and if you get an inch, you'll get another foot, no matter whether I want it or not, my wishes are so irrelevant to you, right?"

Mo Shichen lowered his eyes and locked her face, his throat moved as he tried to speak, but the voice that taught the woman to continue was faintly interrupted.

"You insisted all the way, didn't you just feel that there is nothing you can't ask for, oh, anyway, I can't escape your palm, now that you have your child, you won't let me escape, right?"

His voice strained to the extreme, and he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you still want to escape?"

Just because she was pregnant with his child, she wanted to run away from him?

She already has his child, she still wants to run away from him?

Wen Yi didn't answer his question, and even said lightly, "Do you know why I don't want children now."

Mo Shichen stared at her impermeably, and he answered this question quickly, "You have no confidence in me, for fear that our relationship will change again."

"Then why can't you wait until I have confidence in you, and then discuss with me about having a baby? Do I want you to wait for me for ten years, or do I want you to wait for half my life?"

The answer to her was silence.

She smiled faintly, "One of the things I regret most in my life is that I conceived a child hastily before my relationship and marriage with you stabilized, so he would be gone by accident, not once. There is a second time, and now, you have to give me a third time—"

The man even interrupted her eagerly, "There won't be a third time, Wen Yi, this child won't have any more accidents..."

She was indifferent, and just continued, "Mr Mo, you are not very nervous. I clearly told you that I don't want it for the time being, and you know why I don't want it. You also know that I have lost two children. , You can’t worry about my feelings, you just don’t want to worry about—"

"You are really selfish to the extreme."

After a study room, even the cold wind outside seems to be inaudible.

In the long and ancient corridor, it was so quiet that people panicked.

And Wen Ye's expression was also silent.

She raised her hand to his chest and retreated from his arms.

"No matter why I compromised in the first place, maybe I shouldn't compromise. The more extreme a man is, the more he shouldn't indulge it. I knew it a long time ago, but I still couldn't do it.

After saying these words, she walked past him without squinting and expressionlessly.

Mo Shichen wanted to catch her, but he didn't know why he couldn't raise his hand.

He heard a hoarse voice from his throat, "Do you regret making up with me?"

Regret it?

She passed these two words in a daze, seemingly incomplete and regretting.

But she was sharp at this moment. She wanted to put a needle in his heart, so she said lightly, "Yes, if you regret it, you can tell me."

Wen Yi walked into the bedroom without looking back, didn't go to see him, and didn't want to miss him again.

Mo Shichen's long and straight figure still stands in the distance, not moving for a long time, like a sculpture that has been standing for many years, the lamp in the promenade pulls out a faint shadow, very long, but not at the end Was broken.

What was echoing in his mind was her voice, what she just said.

[You are really selfish to the extreme. 】

[No matter why I compromised in the first place, maybe I just shouldn’t compromise. 】

[It's a bitter fruit. 】

[Do you regret reconciling with me? Yes. 】

She regretted being with him.

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