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

"I'm not good." The blood on the man's body almost dried up, but the smell was still there. His arms wrapped around her waist again, and his low voice comforted, "I was wrong about this. You have also been cold for me for a month. I have eaten enough lessons. I will give priority to your feelings when I make decisions in the future, and I will try my best to discuss with you. Don't ignore me, eh?"

Wen Yi didn't speak for a long time, neither continued to argue nor let go.

Mo Shichen leaned over, pecked and kissed lightly on her cheek, there was a kiss.

"Okay," Wen Yi smelled the unpleasant smell of blood and alcohol on his body, wrinkled his nose a little disgustingly, "I'll talk about things with you, just you toss, maybe it's a short life. Ghost, the smell is pure, the doctor said you have a concussion, isn't it uncomfortable?"

The man looked at her, nodded and said, "Headache, dizziness, and nausea a little bit, very uncomfortable."

"..."

She didn't know if what he said was true or false, but although his car accident was not serious, it was not all right. She immediately got up and said to him, "Lie down and rest. Let the nurse come. Take care of you, I'll go home and bring something over later."

Mo Shichen grabbed her hand when she got up, and smiled when she heard the words, her skin-grabbing fingers squeezed her soft fingers, "No, I will scrub and change into the sick clothes. It’s fine for the night, and Kangding will bring the clothes tomorrow morning, so you don’t have to go several times."

Wen Yi thought for a while, "Alright, then I'll get a hot towel...you smell so bad."

At the end, it was another tone of disgust.

Mo Shichen was not angry either, but he was in a good mood, with petting eyes in his eyes, "Okay."

Wen Yi is not a dull person, on the contrary, she is still very keen. After this car accident, this man is always a little different, but she can't tell what it is.

But it didn't seem to matter. She didn't spend much time together. While taking off her coat, she rolled up the sleeves of her sweater and turned to the bathroom.

She basically turned around, and the pet and smile on Mo Shichen's face faded away.

He raised his hand and pinched his brow.

The mind is dizzy, long and shallow dull pain, and there is a lot of content that is crowded in the head, too late to sort out.

He started to be in a trance again.

Wen Yi quickly dampened the towel with hot water, then wrung out and returned to the ward, leaning over and carefully wiping his face with frowning brows, but his movements were gentle and meticulous.

She was wearing a light yellow warm sweater, black hair over her ears, half gentle and half neat, with a pure white face with a focused expression.

Mo Shichen just looked at her like this, and after staring at her for a long time, his pupils dimmed silently.

Her name overflowed his throat, "Barley."

"What's wrong, it hurts you?"

His voice was flat and hoarse, "Have you never had long hair for so many years?"

Wen Yi was taken aback, not realizing that he would suddenly ask, but he didn’t think too much. He just answered casually, “It seems to be true. I used to think that short hair is convenient and suitable for me. Later, I thought about growing up, but it’s always very It will soon be cut off again."

"What about before marrying me?"

He asked ordinary, Wen Yi just half-distracted when he was chatting with her, "I had short hair when I was in college."

Strange? Before he lost his memory, he didn't remember the first time he saw her in the true sense, nor did he forget it completely. Maybe there will be a look like an image when he mentions it, but that's all.

When Lawrence arranged for him to go on a blind date with her, Wen Yi belonged to him-oh, she seems to have met so familiar, but there is no more label impression and idea.

But more than half an hour ago, when the sharp pain and blur of the brain gradually cleared the clouds and mist, what became clear first was the inattentive glance over ten years.

Perhaps it was the first time she remembered it subconsciously when she heard it, so when the memory whizzed in, the first thing that rushed forward was the first sight that he had forgotten and was mentioned by her.

That Wen Ye, and the Wen Ye in front of him, are really not the same person.

Sixteen years old? Seventeen? It should not be eighteen years old.

At that time, it should have been long hair, but it didn’t fall apart, but rather a delicate curl. The style was not as reserved and exquisite as it is now, some deliberately loose, and there were broken long hair falling down on both sides of the forehead, and the makeup was very fresh. , Because it is an occasion such as a party or a cocktail party, I wore a thin garland-shaped hair accessory, and a light blue long skirt covered with a layer of tulle. It was very girly, and it was kind of unique to oriental girls. Xianqi.

At that time, her character should be far from being calm, joy, anger, sorrow and joy can be easily distinguished.

At that time, he should have been tired of wave after wave of people coming up to talk to each other, so he took advantage of the gap and flashed to the darker part of the garden by himself, trying to be quiet.

Then I ran into her confessing to a man, in the impression of a French man, as if she was her senior.

He didn't have a very good personality in his bones, but he still looked very good. When he encountered such a thing, he quietly avoided one side, and only waited for the two of them to leave before he went out.

Hearing her confession, he was so nervous that he bumped, he almost didn't laugh.

She was ruthlessly rejected.

The man seemed to have a good family background, and his appearance was excellent. The relationship between women should be very good. At that time, he probably relied on no one, and Wen Yi's confession was really too nervous and nervous, and he was ridiculed. Some.

He stood in the shadow, thinking lightly, no taste.

She has bad eyes on this kind of man.

He is not a nosy person. He didn't want to intervene. It's just Wen Yi who looked at him and nervous at the time. He didn't expect that after being rejected, he would still have a stubborn persistence, not pulling the man's sleeve to question. Since I don’t like her, why accept her gift and show her a kind of balala.

The man probably thought she was annoying, so he sneered and said that he was just trying to try Chinese women, but she was too coy and too conservative. He was not interested in talking about innocent love with her, and she was too small and too flat. He has shifted the target.

He was still poking his head out slightly and took a look at her figure specially...

Then I saw Xiao Bao, who had been acting for ten minutes, slapped him with anger.

As a result, her hand was intercepted. He shot and intercepted the man's hand when her wrist was almost broken. What she remembers most clearly is that she was so scared that she was screaming when she saw someone helping her. He straightened his back and said confidently, "You scumbag, you want to hit me. Tomorrow I will let my brother beat you and seduce you."

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