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

When Wen Yi returned to the bedroom, he took a nightgown and went directly to the bathroom to prepare for a bath.

When Mo Shichen walked from the door of the study to the door of the bedroom, the water in the bathtub was full. He looked at the woman in front of him and didn't know whether he took it with his hand or the closed door that was closed. He stood for a while. I didn't hear any movement from inside.

After standing for a minute, he raised his hand to clasp the door and knocked twice.

No one responded.

He reached out to hold the doorknob and wanted to unscrew it directly, but stopped when he was about to turn.

[I said I don’t want to see you want to be alone, do you not understand people or don’t want me to be at your house? 】

Thinking of her words, his self-deprecating hesitation passed in his heart. If he went in, would she clamor to leave the manor?

At least she is still here now.

There is still room for change in everything.

She didn't say to break up with him.

However, he turned to think again, if a woman doesn't coax, would she consciously figure it out?

Although his love history is not rich, he also knows that this is unlikely, unless it is her who is wrong, or both are wrong, and obviously...

After another five minutes, there was still no movement inside, and the light did not go out, so he raised his hand again and buttoned the door, "Barley, I'm here."

The silence remains.

"If you don't want to see that I don't want me to come in, just say something."

silent.

After Mo Shichen waited ten seconds, he unscrewed the handle and pushed the door open.

Fortunately, the bedroom door was not locked, but when he raised his foot to walk in, there was only light in the room, and there was no one.

The bathroom door was closed and the light was on inside.

Oh, she went to take a shower.

He curled his lips, more self-deprecating.

In the bathroom, the heat was filled with a thin white mist, and the woman was in the water, and her skin looked even more white through the hazy water vapor.

She closed her eyes and sat in the hot water for a long time without moving. The warm water soaked the nerve endings all over her body, which seemed to ease her tight and rigid nerves a lot.

She sat for a long time, until the heat gradually dissipated to the point of nowhere, and then the water went from hot to warm, then to warm, and finally it was about to come down.

Mo Shichen waited patiently for her to come out at first, but waited for almost half an hour without hearing anything inside. He raised his hand to look at his watch several times, but finally couldn't hold back it, and went to knock on the bathroom door again, "Yi'er, What are you doing in it, you stayed too long."

If he didn't know that she did enter the bedroom and never left, he would think that there was no woman in it.

"If you don't come out, I'll go in."

The man's voice was suppressed very low, and the volume was not high, of course Wen Yi still heard it.

Her eyelids moved, and her nerves seemed to come alive, realizing that the water she was soaking seemed to be cold.

She supported the edge of the bathtub, stood up from the inside, took a bath towel and wiped off the water on her body, put on her nightgown, put on her nightgown, and then went out.

As soon as the door opened, she caught a glimpse of the tall figure standing outside the door before she could raise her foot.

The man frowned, looking down at his watch, his expression unpleasant, and the line of his jaw revealed a tightness that was easy to interpret.

Hearing the movement of the door opening, he suddenly raised his head to look at her, his thin lips moved to speak, but there was no sound for a while, and he lowered his eyes and stared at her face for a moment.

After a while, he said, "Yi'er."

Her hair was basically dry, only the tips of her hair were accidentally dampened, and her face had lost the thin redness that should have been vaporized by the heat. It was very white and deserted. Looking at it, it made people think that her face should touch. It's cold.

He looked at her, but she didn't look at him directly except the first look, let alone say anything to him, but walked directly beside him.

Mo Shichen looked at her figure, his thin lips pressed harder, his Adam's apple rolled a few times before he asked in a dumb voice, "Are you going to sleep now?"

It's actually very early now. According to her usual time, it will take an hour or two to go to bed, but she has taken a shower now, and she probably doesn't want to do anything else.

She kept ignoring him, and he assumed that she would not respond to him now, so he said to herself, "Then I will take a bath now, or I will disturb your sleep."

"I don't want to see you," the woman's soft but cool voice sounded in the quiet night. She was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, using the glass as a mirror, and combing her short hair with her fingers. You slept so late, and the weather is not good now... I'll go next door."

Mo Shichen stared at her, suffocating indescribably.

The weather is not good this late?

Could it be that if the weather is not too late, she will not go next door, but leave the manor altogether?

According to this statement, is she planning to leave tomorrow morning and then never return?

As soon as this thought flicked through his mind, he suddenly lost the ability to think. His pupils shrank suddenly, stepped a few steps away from his long legs and stepped over to her, grabbing her by the arm. She turned around and asked sharply, "What do you mean?"

She looked at him lightly, and said lightly, "What do you mean? Is it difficult to understand what I said? Just follow the most superficial understanding, it's easy to understand."

The man's fingers suddenly increased, and his voice was stretched to the extreme, "Wen Yi, I said before, it's impossible for you to break up, it's even more impossible for you to have my baby now."

In the second half of the sentence, the roughness in his words has become a cold bird.

She didn't see any waves on her face, she was still lightly indifferent, "Then I want to go to sleep next door now, can I?"

He felt like he was out of control now, and her bones were aching.

Wen Yi frowned and met his gloomy face, "Mo Shichen, you hurt me."

His hand stiffened and let it go suddenly.

Wen Yi looked at him for a few seconds, then quickly retracted his gaze, walked to the bed, picked up the mobile phone she had thrown on before, and left the bedroom.

Without one person, this huge space was obviously deserted.

…………

The next morning, Mo Shichen had already been waiting in the living room after Wen Yi got up, dressed and changed clothes and went downstairs.

Her face was plain, and she couldn't see anything at first except deserted.

He looked at her silently, and his temperament was much more depressed than usual.

Breakfast remained the same. It was not until Mo Shichen spoke after the meal that they said the first sentence of the day, "I will ask the driver to take you to the company."

Usually, Wen Yi is sometimes sent by the driver, sometimes by himself.

She neither said good nor bad.

But if you didn't refuse, it was probably acquiescence.

He actually wanted to say when he was pregnant when he planned to take a vacation — if they hadn't quarreled and cold war, according to his arrangement, he would directly let her take a vacation, but when it came to his lips, intuition would make her even more unpleasant.

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