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

Are you pregnant so you go to bed early?

When Wen Hanye said this, Mo Shichen glanced at Ye Siran.

His woman went to bed early, and this woman is still in good spirits?

It's just... he then quickly remembered that he and Wen Zhang had been sleeping in a separate room for almost a month. During this time, he only knew when she went back to the bedroom, but didn't know when she turned off the lights and fell asleep.

After Wen Hanye finished speaking, Mo Shichen looked at Shen Yu lightly, "Mr. Shen is going to sleep here too?"

Shen Yu returned with a calm smile, "Of course not, I was chatting with Han Ye just now, and I should be leaving now, my house is very close, it doesn't matter."

Mo Shichen calmly withdrew his gaze, gently placed the cup in his hand on the coffee table, stood up and said, "No, I'll go back, I'm not used to staying at someone else's house," he said casually after a while." I will pick her up at Wen's tomorrow evening."

Wen Hanye smiled without showing any signs of dew, "Okay, Master Mo, then drive carefully on the road when you go back."

Mo Shichen glanced at them, then turned and strode away.

When he stepped outside, the wind and snow fluttered his coat, like black wings.

Shen Yu then asked, "Did the two of them... have a quarrel?"

Wen Hanye laughed casually, "In the Cold War, it is said that it was."

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Mo Shichen pulled the car door and went directly to the co-pilot.

He started the engine, the front lights came on, and the straight light shone far away.

Snow fell in this artificial light, and there was a kind of beauty that was specially created, like a dream and illusion.

He looked forward, then tilted his head to look into the villa.

There are lights on everywhere, bright and dark, making people look at it.

It wasn't until the black Rambo's body was covered with a thin layer of snow that Mo Shichen reversed the car, stepped on the accelerator, and left a few rows of wheel marks in the snowy night, and quickly went away.

The snow was still falling, and the traces left by it were slowly being overwhelmed, as if it had never appeared before.

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This time is not too early, of course, it is not too late, after ten o'clock in the evening.

It's just that because of the winter and snow again, the traffic on the road is also extremely sparse.

Deep cold, deserted, and silent.

The man's well-knotted hands hold the steering wheel steadily, his eyes are usually forward, his eyes are dark, there is no trace of excitement or emotional out of control, but the constantly changing numbers of the speedometer show that he has no expression in his heart. So calm.

Or it shouldn't be said, because to a certain extent, he is still calm.

It's just a calm and in such a weather, the speed of the car is comparable to the madness of drag racing, it is difficult to accurately describe it.

Should I go back to the manor?

Because he doesn't seem to have any other options.

What's the point of going back?

Except that the dog wags its tail at him, nothing else.

The larger the space, the more empty and deserted.

Designing her to have a baby... Is he so unforgivable?

Is he so evil?

Women need a sense of security... It is her who feels insecure and has no confidence in him, and she is also the one who maintains the distance between work and marriage. She is ready to withdraw at any time. Doesn't she think he does not know?

He wanted her to follow him with all her heart, and the child was the best bond, so he did it without thinking.

Despicable, it seems to be.

He considered himself mean, but never thought of hurting her.

Having a child will hurt her?

He didn't know, but he knew that because of this child, she was very disappointed in him. In his heart, he was already a despicable image. She didn't want to see him, didn't want to talk to him, and didn't want to sleep with him.

No matter how he actively speaks to her, finds opportunities to get along with him, and takes time to pick her up from get off work when he doesn't have time, Su's mother speaks for him on the side and praises him for being gentle and considerate, she is indifferent.

He didn't even know if she didn't love him anymore.

He didn't care if this woman loved him or didn't love him, because he always had a kind of conceited care, whether she loved it or not, she would always fall in love, but now... he can't be sure.

Also...Shen Yu appeared at Wen's house tonight.

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, it was like a vine entangled his throat fiercely, making him unable to breathe.

The traffic lights at the crossroads were red.

He stopped the car and looked at the light piercing in the wind and snow.

After waiting for about forty-five seconds, the red light went out and the green light turned on.

The road back to the manor was originally meant to drive straight ahead without turning, but when Rambo started again, Mo Shichen suddenly changed his mind and the steering wheel turned to the road on the left.

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At two o'clock in the morning, Wen Yi woke up to a rapid knock on the door, "Yi'er, Yi'er..."

She opened her eyes mistily, and after hearing a few sounds, she realized that it seemed that her brother was calling her outside the door, and the speed of her speech was still a little bit of anxiety that he usually rare, low and serious.

She woke up immediately, what happened?

Wen Yi lifted the quilt, put on his slippers in a panic and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, I saw Wen Hanye standing outside, and he was not wearing home clothes, he was dressed as if he was going out, and he was carrying a coat on his arm, his handsome face was slightly sinking.

"Brother, what happened?"

Wen Hanye glanced at her very quickly, and said calmly and quickly, "Okay, don't ask too much, listen to your brother, now go and change clothes, we are going out."

Wen Yi was stunned and panicked.

Of course she knew that this kind of formation meant that something went wrong, and it was nothing trivial.

Biting her lip, she usually has a calm and rational temper. She didn't chase after asking more questions, but quickly turned back to the room to find clothes and put them on.

Fifteen minutes later, Wen Hanye took her by the arm while leading her away, on the one hand to stabilize her figure to prevent her from falling, on the other hand, to speed up the walking speed of the two of them.

It wasn't until Wen Hanye drove out of Wen's villa that he said grimly, "Yi'er, the news I just received, Mo Shichen had a car accident, and he has now been rescued in the hospital."

Wen Yi's brain turned white in an instant, his hands and feet were like a bucket of ice water, and they were completely cold.

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The wind and snow were too heavy, and it was late at night. Wen Yi, who was in the co-pilot, was pregnant with a child.

"Brother..." Wen Hanye heard the trembling voice of his sister's self-confidence, but couldn't stop the trembling voice, "Is he in a car accident...really in a car accident or...because I ignored him during this time, so he did It’s a bitter trick...like the gunshot wounded himself last time...otherwise it's so late...why would he have a car accident."

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