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

"If I haven't loved you, it doesn't seem to be bad, but I love you better than anyone knows. If I haven't met you in this life, how much regret I will have and how boring life can be.

He doesn't know how much he loves her. He only knows that if it weren't for her, there would probably not be someone who would let him go by any means and would rather get it from yourself several times.

To some extent, she taught him this.

Muse's enthusiasm is the superficial temperament, and Wen Yi is wrapped in a layer of reserved gentleness that is sight, but what is hidden is the long love that is more determined and patient than anyone else.

"The fate and relationship between us were all won by you unilaterally. I know that I hurt you. I also know that you have suffered a lot during the five years when I was absent. I'm sorry, but no amount of apologies. Any actual effect."

He stretched out his hand to hold her hand, squeezing it as usual, perhaps because this remark said too much, his low voice has gradually become dumb, "I love you, I will Use all the years to come to repay the injuries you have suffered and to convince you that your choice is correct."

"Barley, marry me again, okay?"

Wen Yi always looked down at him, and when he spoke, she never blinked.

The last light of the setting sun fell on his silhouette. From her point of view, his face was not so clear. The faint warm tone rendered his face an unreal beauty.

She heard her slow voice, "When did you...recover your memory?"

"The last car accident."

"why did not you tell me?"

"Now the effect is pretty good."

"You painted this oil painting by yourself?"

The man nodded and smiled, "Naturally."

It is not uncommon for him to paint. The noble son of a big family knows more or less all kinds of art. Piano and violin painting are the most basic, but he hasn't touched it in a long time.

He is not a professional painter, and from her point of view, this painting is already excellent.

Although she knew that he could paint, she never saw him paint after marriage. She was surprised that she had not touched him for so many years.

"You did this when you got up late at night?"

"It was done in the company, but some follow-ups needed to be finished and processed, so it took a few nights."

She pursed her lips and asked softly, "Why did you want to give me this as a wedding gift?"

"Don't you like the snowy scenery of the manor? I will give you a pair..." He said, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he smiled low. Things that are worthy of use are drawn and left for you as a souvenir."

"..."

Wen Yi, "Did I agree to your marriage proposal? I didn't wear the ring. Can you continue this atmosphere until the marriage proposal is successful?"

When Mo Shichen heard this, it was as if he remembered something. He stretched out his hand and took out the ring box from the pocket of his coat, opened it, took out the diamond ring, caught her hand and put it on the ring finger of his left hand.

"..."

Wen Yi was speechless, angrily trying to withdraw his finger, but he slowly put on the ring.

The man lowered his eyes and looked at her fingers, with a deep smile on his lips, "You have my child in your stomach, you have eaten during the day, and you sleep in my bed at night. If you don’t marry, I can marry Who? Proposing is to satisfy your little fantasies of being a woman. The process of this ceremony is enough. As for the result, are there other results?"

"..."

After putting on the ring, Mo Shichen stood up from the snow, and his smiling eyes slowly stared at her, his arms opened towards her, "Come here."

Wen Yi looked up at him.

Without moving his eyes, he maintained this posture with open arms, as if she didn't pass, he kept doing this.

Soon, she took two steps forward and plunged into his arms.

Mo Shichen kissed her on the top of her hair, then hugged her directly, and walked into the house with long legs, "It's cold outside, I'll hold you back."

Wen Yi's neck is full of softness and sweetness. Although it is not very surging, it penetrates every pore like a stream, and the denseness is a small joy.

Suddenly, she thought of something and hurriedly said, "My painting...you, don't you care about it after you use it?"

"Oh, I can only hold you alone. As for the painting, let someone bring it in later."

"You can put me down and go by myself, you can take the painting."

"No," he refused calmly, "I just made a successful marriage proposal. I want to hold you and my daughter, who is in the mood to care about it."

"..."

She annoyed, "That's my thing, it's mine you gave me!"

"Then wait for me to hold you back, and you will come back and get it by yourself?"

Wen Yi was so angry that he lowered his head and took a heavy bite in his ear.

His ears are sensitive areas. What's more, it has been a long time since Mo Shichen hasn't relieved his heart. He reacted a lot, he breathed a few times, and said with a warning, "Baby, you are going to harden me. Hand can solve it."

Of course Wen Yi knew what he meant, his face became hot, but he didn't dare to provoke the old gangster again, and honestly nestled in his arms.

She raised her hand to play with her ring, deliberately pickingly said, "The ring you use to propose is a wedding ring... Mr. Mo, you can really make the most of it. You can't bear to buy a new ring."

The man glanced down at her and said tepidly, "I will give you a big diamond ring every day, OK?"

"..."

Wen Yi, "Oh, no need."

"Ok."

"..."

When Mo Shichen walked through the living room with her in his arms, he asked Mother Su to send someone to collect the painting and put it in place. Then he hugged her all the way back to the bedroom, placed it on the single sofa, and leaned over to help. She took off the scarf, then took off the coat, and the next step was to go straight to the subject, bow her head and lift her chin, and kiss it directly.

It's like a movie shot that has been rehearsed countless times, naturally, in one go.

I didn’t know how long I kissed, until Wen Yi was almost limp on the sofa because of being plundered. I didn’t know when my fingers caught the fabric of his clothes. After the kiss, they separated. Her cheeks were unexpectedly red. , Breathing slightly chaotic.

Mo Shichen picked her up and sat on him, then put her on his lap and hugged her in his arms.

He gently stroked her abdomen with his hand. Wen Ye's current figure could not be seen as obviously pregnant, but she did look plump and plump and felt softer when she touched her hands.

"Barley," the man's voice was hoarse and gentle, "Do you want to hold the wedding before Xianhuai, or wait for the child to be born?"

Wen Yi didn't react for a while, "...wedding?"

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