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

Wen Yi nodded and let him lead to the restaurant.

The meal is almost the same as usual, but the words are a little bit less than usual, and the atmosphere is less flavorful.

But Mo Shichen didn't seem to be aware of it, and didn't coax her by teasing or saying something like her usual depression. He just finished a meal naturally.

After eating, Wen Yi took a cup of hot drink and went upstairs. He looked at her back with a deep expression, but did not stop her or follow her up.

She went back to the study alone, picked up a book on the shelf, walked to the chair in front of the desk and sat down, opened it again, looked down, but... Although she seemed to have read every word, But a complete sentence did not enter the brain.

Pregnant women are easy to sorrow in spring and fall, and amplify their emotions... Is that true?

She even complained a bit about that man, even if it was his own business that he was doing in the middle of the night, his leaving in the middle of the night not only affected her sleep, but the incident itself seriously affected her mood.

When Wen Yi thought about it, it seemed that he had finally found a reason to express his grievances.

When he came up later, she just ignored him. She thought so, but she felt a lot more comfortable in her heart. The woman who was pregnant would suffer, so she had to make excuses for him. It was his fault. , Making her unhappy.

Really angry, the door was knocked suddenly.

"Madam, are you there?"

It was Mama Su's voice, perhaps because she was thinking of him when she was complaining. When she knocked on the door just now, her heart moved, but it wasn't him, and there was a subtle disappointment in her heart.

"Yes, come in."

Mother Su twisted the doorknob and walked in, with a gentle smile on her face, "Madam, the eldest son asked me to invite you down. He has something to look for you."

Wen Yi had a grievance or two towards him in his heart, and he was immediately unwilling to say, "Will he come up with me if he has something to do?"

He was embarrassed to have her run up and down as a pregnant woman.

"This...I don't know, but since the eldest son said so, there may be something special, you can go there."

Wen Yi pursed his lips and nodded with some force, "Okay."

She separated the book in her hand and put it backwards, got up and walked out the door.

Mother Su took her to the living room, and hurriedly took out a thick coat and wrapped her up, and then tied her scarf.

Wen Yi was puzzled, frowned and asked, "Where's the other person? Are you taking me out? But it's late now."

Although it was not dark yet, because it was still snowing this morning, but the sun was out in the afternoon, which is considered to be clear after the snow.

It's almost sunset now, he takes her out?

"No, no, the prince said that the weather is good today, let me take you to the garden."

The snow hasn't melted yet, it is the coldest time, where the weather is good.

However, Wen Yi didn't say a word, let Su's mother play around, and went out after getting dressed.

Although cold is cold, beauty is also really beautiful.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled thinly on the white snow, and the two colors of cold and warm blended together, forming an undesirable beauty.

Wen Yi saw the man standing on the snow from a distance.

He was standing on a grassy area that was not small in size and appeared empty in the bleak cold air. He was tall and straight, handsome and straight, smiling, watching him and her with a faint and domineering look, as striking as another landscape.

Su's mother was already aware of current affairs and she withdrew unconsciously.

Wen Yi walked towards him.

After stopping, I looked at him with a pair of eyes, and then looked at the bracket that he didn't know what technique he used to manipulate. There should be a board or the like on it, covered by white cloth, obscuring the content.

She dialed the red scarf buried under her chin, and asked with a smile, "This is what you are going to give to me?" She said that she studied it again, and quickly came to the conclusion, "This is... a painting. Right?"

Sending the painting to her, Master Mo took the line of literature and art.

The smile on Mo Shichen's lips did not increase or decrease. He only took two steps back and stood behind her, "Look at it first."

Wen Yi felt arrogantly disgusted, and stretched out his hand to pull the white cloth, "You told me to come out to see your painting in such a cold day. You can't see it in the study..."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

The shocked expression just stopped on his face.

She covered her face with one hand, dazed and still a little dazed.

As she guessed, it was indeed a painting, an oil painting.

The content of the painting is exactly the color of snow under the setting sun, white and warm intertwined, like bitter cold and soft warmth.

It is not difficult to identify, the place in the painting is the manor.

To be more precise, it is the range they are in.

In the painting, a man wearing a black long coat kneels on one knee, while the woman standing in front of him is a woman with shoulder-length hair but received by a red scarf around her neck, wearing a light-colored coat.

By looking at the clothes, the hairstyle, and even the vague looks, they can be distinguished without difficulty. They are the people in the painting.

In his painting...this is this moment...this is the moment when she lifts the white cloth.

How could she not be shocked.

After staying for ten seconds, she suddenly realized that the scene in the painting was proposing marriage.

Maybe she should hesitate for a few more seconds as a preparation, but her mind suddenly becomes unclear, or at this time, people are always not as calm and rational as usual. She turned around blankly, and there happened to be no mistakes. 'S met the man's smiling deep eyes.

He was indeed kneeling on one knee.

She was still shocked, how did this man make the content of this painting a scene of marriage proposal? Mo Shichen had already spoken slowly. Generally speaking, if he had the intention, the lines of marriage proposal should have been speculated. Thousands of times, but he looked into her eyes, his eyes were deep and quiet, and every word seemed to be spoken on the spot.

"When I first regained my memory, what I thought the most was not during the five years when I was absent," he said in a low volume and slowly, "but when you first met me...you liked me, and I was right. You have a good impression, but we don’t really know each other. Think about it. If you count regrets and faults for a few years, it should be counted on me..."

Wen Yi stood there, staring at him blankly, unable to tell what it was like, maybe it was all.

She is no longer a young girl who is still in love. She has been married and divorced, then widowed, met again, divorced, and reconciled. She has experienced too much emotionally.

But at this moment, her heart was still like an over-exercised palm, numb and hot.

"I turn a deaf ear to my good feelings. I like Muse, but I don’t have the enthusiasm to fight for it. You are different from me. You have to strive for everything you like. Life seems long, but very short, just like you Before, I couldn’t count what I had to do. I would sacrifice everything else that I had to get in exchange. If you weren’t the one who came before me, I would marry anyone else just like you—"

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