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

Wen Yi was spinning around in the room for about ten minutes, looking at everything with an indescribable calm and soft mood, and when he was about to go downstairs, he ran into Mother Su who had come to ask her to eat.

"Hey, madam, so you are here, lunch is ready, are you going to eat now?"

She nodded with a smile, "Well, just go." After hesitating for a while, she still asked, "Mother Su...When was this baby room set up?"

Seeing her asking, Su’s mother hurriedly replied, “Madam, these are all arranged by the eldest son himself. He will not let anyone touch them, or even allow us to go in and clean... It’s the last month. You seem to be in conflict with the old man... Generally, when you ignore him or hide in the study, he will get these things."

Even so, she never touched the things that came and went, and no one told her.

Wen Yi pursed his lips before asking again, "Why don't he allow you to tell me if I don't know at all?"

Ready to be a surprise?

Mother Su nodded her head repeatedly, a little embarrassed, but she said in a complex tone, "The old man said... let you know, or we tell you specially... you will definitely think that he is doing a show to please you, and it will only have the opposite effect. , He also said... Even if you come in and ask about it one day, you have to tell you that he asked the designer to do it."

Su's mother has always been looking forward to their good. Seeing them in the recent cold war, naturally she was dedicated to helping Mo Shichen speak.

"..."

Is there?

Wen Yi thought about it carefully, oh, really.

Because she has ignored him recently, even if she let her know, she would feel that this kind of thing is not in line with his natural style, most of it is a show.

Does she... really have a little bit of prejudice against him?

Is this child the existence he expects? More than just a means and a bargaining chip?

This cognition made her feel warm.

The reason why she was so angry about the designing of pregnancy, in addition to the past reasons and the belief that he did not worry about her feelings, there was also the feeling that he could use his child to achieve a goal, which was too cold in his bones and even weak in human nature.

Wen Yi bent his lips and smiled, "I see, go down to eat."

…………

At noon, Wen Yi sat in a chair by the hospital bed, watching the man elegantly dining, and suddenly said, "Do you like a son or a daughter?"

Mo Shichen paused, and immediately raised his head to look at her, with a slight surprise in his eyes.

Don't blame him for the accident. This was the first time she took the initiative to discuss the child's topic with him in a natural and ordinary tone after the child was pregnant. After a short silence, he quickly answered hoarsely, "Daughter."

She was not surprised, but she still asked, "Why?"

"Easy to raise."

"... Isn't it that daughters are better to raise than sons?"

"If it's a son, I have to spend my time training him as an heir. Where can I raise him?"

"..."

"Do you want Mo Shiqian's son to be the heir?" You can't see that he is so generous and possessive.

He took a sip of the soup and calmly said, "If I have a son, of course my son will inherit it."

It took Wen Yi a while to understand his logic.

He was originally the only heir cultivated and cultivated by the Lawrence family since he was a child, so if he and Mo Shiqian both had a son, it must be his son to inherit.

But he was... lazy? So I hope I can't give birth to a son, so I don't have to work hard?

It's a honey brain circuit.

Wen Yixu then asked improvisedly, "Then what if your daughter wants to be a strong woman in the mall?"

He said lightly, "Yes."

She lifted her chin and said, "Then it seems better to be a daughter. If you want to be free, you will be free. If you want to become a big cause, you will also have a chance. Unlike a son, you can only be ordered to die."

"Well, that's it."

She asked with interest, "Are you only going to have a child?"

Mo Shichen's action of drinking soup stopped again. He raised his black eyes and looked at her for a long time, his lips pursed with a slight smile, and he said slowly, "You are willing to give birth, of course I can raise as many as possible. Affordable."

Wen Yi was taken aback for a moment. Then she realized the problem and brought her in. She looked at the man, his thick and dark eyes made her unable to fight for a while, and he subconsciously opened his eyes.

The man’s low voice followed, "However, think about the two that can be capped. It takes a year for a child to be pregnant, and it takes a lot of energy to take care of the baby after giving birth. I still prefer the two-person world— —"

At the end of the speech, he asked Ping Ping again, "I don't like children occupying too much time for you and me, do you think I am selfish again?"

"..."

Wen Yi looked up and was about to meet his gaze, staring at her. He suddenly felt that the tone of his question was not just like a joke, but also had a subtle self-deprecating tone or two, and he kept watching her. , As if observing all her reactions.

She asked softly, "Honestly, do you like children?"

He answered without asking, "Is it in your heart that apart from functional needs, I don't need children emotionally at all?"

Wen Yi couldn't answer, he was indeed not a person looking forward to having children in her heart, of course, she didn't think he was disgusted, or didn't care at all.

She considered it for a while and said, "I don't doubt that you can be a passing father."

"..."

Mo Shichen curled his lips, pulling out more self-deprecation, and then suddenly realized that he could define himself as selfish, and he didn't care if anyone said he was selfish, but that person was Wen Yi, it wouldn't work, he couldn't even bear it.

"I admit that I designed you to carry this child with other purpose elements, but Wen Yi, he is your and my child, I will love him, from the beginning of his existence, and, for more than 30 years, no matter For whatever reason, I only thought about having children with you."

After the flat words fell, the ward became quiet.

Mo Shichen didn't continue to look at her, look at her expression or her reaction, but lowered his head and continued to drink soup slowly.

For a long time, until Wen Yi broke the silence, "I saw the baby room."

"Oh," he still looked down slightly, "Do you like the designer's style?"

"..."

Wen Yi wanted to laugh a little, but still endured it, and said lightly, "I hope I really am a daughter, or it's a waste."

He moved again, but this subtle movement only lasts for a few seconds, and no major abnormality can be seen.

I didn't want her to know, but she really didn't know, and he was so disappointed again.

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