Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

There was only one person in the ward, holding a book in her hand, but her eyes seemed to have stayed out of the window for a long time, and the book in her hand had not been turned.

Chi Chihuan stepped in and closed the door.

"How's your body?"

Wen Yi put the book in her hand back on the bedside, "Fortunately, there is no problem, I forgot to say thank you to you that day, and sent me to the hospital."

"It's nothing, it's what it should be."

Wen Yi's whole person looked dull, whether it was his expression, skin color, or the whole person, he was haggard, as if withered, lifeless, and his tone was also indifferent, "Come to the hospital to see Mo Shiqian?"

Chi Huan sat down at the side, with a slight arc on his lips, "You know it too."

She nodded, "I suggested that Song Shu tell you."

Chi Huan was stunned and looked up at her.

"She has been taking care of Mo Shiqian in the hospital for the past few days, but Mo Shiqian usually doesn't allow her to stay in his ward, so she will come to my place and chat with me. Although she and I are not close friends, we do know each other. It's been a long time."

"Why...why did you suggest she tell me?"

"There's no reason, it's just that she mentioned it. I think it's good for both of you to tell you, so I said it by the way."

It's really not deliberate. With her current state of mind, she doesn't have the extra energy to care about other people's affairs.

Looking at her peaceful face, Chi Huan asked slowly, "What do you mean by what you said is good for each of us?"

"For Song Shu, it doesn't waste her time. For Miss Chi, it's clearer what choice to make. For Mo Shiqian...he probably wants you by his side."

"You obviously love him...Why did you come to Lancheng to avoid him, and why didn't you go back to Paris with him?"

Wen Yi was silent, she lowered her head and looked at her fingers.

She had pretty fingers, and a pampered girl had few fingers that weren't pretty.

Fair and slender, with a wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

She twirled the ring on her finger.

After a long time, she smiled faintly, "I thought about divorce, I thought about living together like this for the rest of my life, I thought about being noisy and confronting each other, I also thought about treating each other as guests, or the time has passed, and the thoughts of love and hatred have faded, so we just like this." The only thing that never occurred to me was that he would die so many years before me. Before he left, he said angrily that if I didn't return to Paris for a week, he would come and arrest me again... Ah."

Obviously love it?

To love or not to love, she originally thought that she was just tired.

She often thinks about it these days.

It would be nice if she didn't come to Lancheng, then he wouldn't follow her.

It would be nice if she went back to Paris with him and died together, so she wouldn't have to face the loneliness in the room alone.

She once questioned him, married for three years, apart from either you hate me or I hate you, what else is there...

Everyone thinks she is a gentle and famous daughter.

Before she got married, she also thought he was a handsome gentleman and noble son in what others said.

She doesn't get up now, why are they so noisy, if they don't make noise all day, they feel that there is nothing to do today.

Later, she said that she was heartbroken and didn't want to talk to him anymore, and that I could afford to hide if he couldn't be provoked, so any jobs that could be dispatched abroad, she would go abroad if it was hers, and she would grab those who weren't hers. come out.

Then he was more straightforward and died.

Come to think of it, it's ironic.

She sometimes thought maliciously, why didn't he die after divorcing her if he was going to die? He could tamper with the condom so viciously, and tried every means to plant another child in her body, but in the end he took it away together...

What do you owe him to treat her like this in this life?

But no matter how much she resents and hates, she still...

Pain, like a cramp.

"It seems that different people have different misfortunes."

Wen Yi and Mo Shichen...they were a perfect match, but fell in love too late.

Finally walked on the road of love, but suddenly died.

She and Mo Shiqian... tried hard to be together, but they weren't a good match.

Wen Yi raised her head, looked out of the snowy window again, and sighed like a murmur, "Yeah... that's right."

Chi Huan looked at her pale side face, "Miss Wen, can I ask you something?"

Wen Yi withdrew her gaze and looked at her again, with a bit of pity in her calm eyes, "Either separate, or hold on... until father dies, or if you can tolerate each other, let Mo Shiqian compromise with father." , get a wife, get a firm foothold, and then take away father's real power, when his voice is enough to make any elders of the Lawrence family dare not dictate to him, then divorce and marry you."

"It's not fair to anyone. Besides, no one can guarantee it..." She shook her head and smiled, "If your husband can fall in love with you, Mo Shiqian may also accept the woman who will become his wife later."

Wen Yi said quietly, "Then you just persevere, as long as your heart is harder than your father's, you can win."

Chi Huan raised his eyes suddenly.

"what?"

"Mo Shiqian is different from Mo Shichen. Mo Shichen grew up in the Lawrence family. He has family ties and bonds. He has a possessive desire and a sense of honor for Clod-Summer. Although he loved his girlfriend at that time, but It's impossible to give up everything for her... Mo Shiqian has no feelings for all of this, and to force him to spend more thoughts and use more means."

After a moment's pause, she continued, "What you are facing now is just the beginning, and from the beginning to the end, what father wants is to force him to be the heir, and to become a qualified heir. He doesn't care about torturing him, tempering him, Make him suffer or make him hate... and you can only be more ruthless than your father, you can bear what he can do."

Wen Yi's gentle voice was a little tired and hoarse.

Finally, she said, "It's going to be a long tug of war until someone agrees to compromise."

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Chi Huan came out of Wen Yi's ward and was about to go back to Mo Shiqian's place when the phone in her coat pocket rang. She took it out and saw the words "wood ink" lit up on the screen.

She clicked to answer, and was about to say that she would go back soon, but that day she asked, "Where have you been?"

The man's voice was deep, gloomy and tense, probably worried.

"Seeing that you didn't wake up, I was so bored by myself, so I went out for a walk and went back soon."

The man's tone showed no signs of improvement, it was still heavy, "Come right back."

Chi Huan didn't dare to delay any longer, so he hurried back to the ward.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Mo Shiqian immediately raised his head when he heard the movement, and when he saw that it was her, his tense outline showed signs of relaxing slightly.

"Where did you go?"