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

Wen Hanye calmed down for a while, and thought about it, "I can’t say this... it's possible, because it has been snowing since yesterday evening. Although it has been cleared, it must have been frozen. If this situation is not careful, it is very Car accidents are easy."

Prince Mo is indeed in a bad mood, and it is not impossible that there is any surprise.

"But it's so late..."

Now it's past two in the morning, and it stands to reason that he should have gone home long ago.

Wen Hanye couldn't pinch the matter for a while, he reached out and held Wen Yi's arm, and calmly said, "Don't worry too much, Lord Mo has survived the plane crash, and he can also survive the car accident. of."

It was already forty minutes after the car drove to the hospital, and Kangding had arrived first.

After a passer-by called the ambulance, the hospital was the first to contact Wen Yi, but she fell asleep and was silent, and did not receive the call. The second one called Kang Ding. Kang Ding quickly picked up and rushed as soon as she knew the situation. To the hospital.

He first tried to contact Wen Yi and failed, and then found Wen Hanye's number, but still no one answered the call, because Wen Hanye pays more attention to separation of business and life than Wen Yimo Shichen, especially Ye Siran is pregnant, and finally found it in the middle of the night. Father Wen.

Only then was Father Wen notified Wen Hanye, and Wen Hanye knocked on Wen's door and rushed her to the hospital.

After the car stopped, Wen Yi hurriedly got out of the car and walked inside.

Wen Hanye hurriedly stopped the car and turned off. Long legs speeded up to keep up with her. Although she was only two months pregnant, she couldn’t see anything at all. He wore flat boots when he went out, but he was still a little frightened when he watched. I slipped and fell.

Fortunately not.

Asked the ward where the nurse Mo Shichen was located. When Wen Yi and Wen Hanye passed, the doctor had just finished treating him. Kang Ding stood by and was communicating with the doctor.

Pushing the door open, Wen Yi saw the man sitting on the hospital bed with his head down.

Probably for the convenience of treatment, his coat has been taken off, and the inside is a light-colored sweater. Large areas are stained red with blood. There is a circle of white bandages on his head. There are obvious scratches on his hands lying on the bed. The potion was applied.

The black is slightly messy, and the whole person looks a little embarrassed.

But at least, there is no harm in life, no death or injury.

The moment Wen Yi saw him, he only felt that his whole body was tight to the extreme, and the nerves that were about to be broken suddenly relaxed, and his breathing slowly recovered.

Wen Hanye was standing behind Wen Yi, and he was relieved when he saw this, he half leaned on the door frame, his tone returned to teasing, "I said he was dead."

Although he doesn't like this man, he is now his sister and boyfriend, or the father of his unborn nephew. What happened to him... it was his sister who suffered.

The first thing I saw was Kang Ding, "Miss Wen, you are here," he immediately lowered his head and glanced at the man on the hospital bed, and then quickly soothed, "Mr. Mo's injury is not particularly serious, I am sorry to worry you. Up."

Wen Yi's face was still slightly pale, and it should have not been slowed down, and the white light cast on her face, setting out a cold tone.

Mo Shichen did not respond, he still maintained her posture when she pushed the door, as if he hadn't noticed their presence at all.

She bit her lip, her fingers clenched unconsciously, her eyes were straight at him, she lifted her foot to the bed, and looked down at him.

The ward fell silent for some time.

Wen Yi did not speak, and Mo Shichen did not look up.

Kangding slowly slowed down for a few seconds, but after he caught the back of Wen Hanye who turned and left at the door, he suddenly woke up, coughing and hurriedly said, "Miss Wen, President Mo's injury has been dealt with, but the doctor said He bumped his head and had a slight concussion, so he still needs to pay attention... You accompany for a while, I will go through the hospitalization procedures and other things."

Wen Yi didn't say a word, Kang Ding swiftly took the doctor out.

Soon, only them were left in the ward.

The man sat there, motionless like a sculpture.

Never even looked up at Wen Yi.

Wen Yi looked up at the ceiling, took a few deep breaths, and then broke the silence, "Mo Shichen."

He didn't seem to hear or respond.

She stretched out her hand to push his head, but she stretched out her hand in the air to remember that Conding said he had hit his head just now, a bit of a concussion, and the hand stopped suddenly.

She retracted her hand, suppressed her temper and asked, "How did the car accident happen?"

He remained motionless.

The nerves shuddered and frightened all the way, and because of the effect of the wolf who shot him last time, she couldn't help raising her voice, "Mo Shichen, what do you mean by not saying a word? Didn't it last time? You lost your memory of the plane crash, this time you lost another car accident, and now you don’t recognize me? Or is your whole brain crashed?"

Mo Shichen's eyes moved, and finally there was a human reaction. He slowly raised his head to look at her, and his calm and clear eyes had a thin cloud.

He seemed to be looking at her extremely seriously, but his pupils were a little unspeakable. It seemed that he was just looking at her and remembered some other people and things, so he appeared in a daze.

Just when Wen Yi wondered if the man really wanted to say that he didn't know her, his low but hoarse voice sounded, "Yi'er."

Although knowing that it is ridiculous and impossible for him to lose his memory, Wen Yi still inevitably breathed a sigh of relief when he accurately called his name, but his face did not ease and he was still strained.

Mo Shichen raised his hand and stretched it out, holding the woman's hand, gently squeezing it, and muttered, "Sorry."

He took her and sat down on the edge of the hospital bed.

Wen Yi did not resist, and sat down.

The man looked at her plain face with white eyes, her hair was not combed as usual, and her hands were cold and cold. He stared at her deeply, raised his hand to caress her face, and smiled lowly. Terrified?"

Wen Yi said blankly, "Mo Shichen, don't let me know that you are planning a car accident...I will never be with a man who makes fun of his life over and over again, I I would rather have my child without a father than such a frantic father."

She frowned before she finished speaking. After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but leaned forward and sniffed vigorously. As expected, she smelled a great smell of alcohol on him, just because of the smell of blood and medicine. It was too heavy, so it was covered up, and I didn't smell it for a while.

Mo Shichen lowered his head and silently looked at her smelling his collar, knowing that she was not talking about it, and hurriedly denied, "I don't."

I like to marry a sweet wife: Mo Shao, please collect it gently: (www.wuxiaspot.com) When a sweet wife gets married: Mo Shao, the fastest literary update under gentle handwriting.