Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Jiangcheng.

The waves and wind in Jiangcheng seem to never stop.

Wen Yi stood in front of the window, looking at the sea in the distance, calm, far away, with no end in sight.

A minute ago, Mo Shiqian pushed the door out, probably to find Chi Huan.

Do lovers finally get married?

She closed her eyes, and smiled slightly from her pale lips, she was really affectionate.

"Dong dong", there were two knocks on the door in the quiet sound of the waves, and then the door of the advanced ward was pushed open, and footsteps sounded behind her, from far to near.

Wen Yi didn't turn her head back, her voice was very flat, mixed with some tiredness, and also cold, "Is that woman dead?"

An extremely magnetic, yet extremely indifferent and mocking voice sounded behind her, "You expect her to die?"

She was startled, turned around and turned around, and sure enough a handsome and gloomy face came into her eyes.

Mo Shichen's face is no less than Mo Shiqian's. Even when he didn't lose his memory, he had a dignified and indifferent demeanor, an elegant gentleman. The true pride of heaven.

Standing in front of her at this time, half of her body was blood-stained, dark red and dark, and her eyes were so dark that they couldn't see through. In the condescending eyes cast on her, there was a cold and unruly sarcasm, and the corners of the lips were curved. A half-smile sarcasm.

Wen Yi laughed inwardly. She has been in a high position all these years, but few men dare to put on a mocking face to her.

Still unscrupulous, steep and rugged, with no intention of restraining himself.

When this man became the president, he was still very happy, and he was the elegant and noble in the eyes of all women.

Now he is full of arrogance when he catches a fish.

She tilted her head slightly and smiled softly, "If I said that I hoped that she would die like this, is it possible that you still want to vent your grievances on me?"

He stared at her, and said lightly, "Are you Mo Shichen's wife?"

Seeing his indifferent expression, Wen Yi also pulled her lips, "Do you deny that you are Mo Shichen, or do you deny that I am your wife?"

The corner of the man's lips curled up, showing a low and soft smile, "I want to ask, are you the woman he chose, or were you forced to him by someone else?"

The hard-to-find stiffness in her facial features was seen by him.

The man strode forward with long legs, and his figure of nearly 1.87 meters approached her. He only lowered his head slightly. From a distance, it looked like an intimate whisper, but only Wen Yi could clearly capture him. There was maliciousness hidden in his voice, "Let me take a guess, you have famous daughters and social elites written on you from the hair to the heel... It's like a walking template."

His slender but blood-smelling fingers picked up a strand of her black hair, and smiled lowly, the malice deepening, "But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like the type I would like and choose."

He was too close to her.

It's been a long time since a man was so close to her, so close that the content of her brain faded like a tide, leaving only a blank space.

His breath enveloped her, drowning her sense of smell. The smell was not quite the same as she remembered, but it became stronger and more aggressive.

Wen Yi took two steps back and got out of his range.

She raised her eyelids and sneered slightly, "Li Qianrui is more like a woman you would like and choose?"

This is an understatement, but the contempt and superiority in the words are not difficult to guess.

Especially for someone like Mo Shichen, even if he lost his memory, he still has this ability.

She also does have the confidence to be contemptuous and superior.

Because in terms of beauty, education, family background, almost every aspect, she can crush Li Qianrui who grew up in a fishing village with absolute advantage.

Mo Shichen narrowed his eyes, curled the corners of his lips and said softly, "You shouldn't say that, Miss Wen, first, she has long been the unmarried wife in my heart, anyone who says she is half No, I don’t like it. Second, she was shot and killed half of her life. She blocked the bullet for me. If she really died, she died for me. Even if I recover my memory in the future, No matter how much I think of the past, I will never forget her again."

Do you still love him?

From receiving the news in Paris and flying directly here, in the long dozen hours, she has never thought about such a problem.

In fact, five years is enough to forget a person.

Oh, it seems that sometimes it's not enough, just like Mo Shiqian can't forget Chi Huan, no matter how much he hates, there is a background of love.

She knew that when he was alive, there was only joy filling his body.

Does she still love him?

When he was "alive", he had already almost exhausted her love, honed her teenage heart to be cold and hard, and he was too lazy to make waves.

Except when he "died", she was wrapped in grief and despair.

He "lived", and she was still overwhelmed with surprise.

When she thought of him these years, she didn't have any unforgettable feelings, but she was in a daze for a long time.

Apart from such important matters as life and death, she felt that she had already looked down on other things about him, but this sentence [she is already the unmarried wife in my heart] was still like a cold sharp needle, piercing his heart. In the softest part of her heart.

It's too much.

This man seemed to always feel that she was someone who could be hurt unscrupulously.

Those suffocating emotions were sunk into the bottom of her heart, Wen Yi's neatly manicured nails pierced into the palm of her hand, but a slight smile appeared on her face, and she said coolly, "You have so many unmarried wives in your heart, unfortunately , after you told me last time, you married me in disgrace."

Mo Shichen's lips drew a more indifferent arc, "It seems that you used to be very unpopular."

"You are not a good person yourself. You are worthy of being unpopular like me because I had bad eyesight ten years ago,"

Wen Yi looked at his "tattered" but still handsome face, curled up her fingers and turned around, facing the deep blue sea again, her face regained her usual gentleness over the years, "Abel. "

As soon as she made a sound, a tall foreign man walked in immediately outside the door, who was her bodyguard.

He walked behind Mo Shichen and said respectfully, "Miss Wen, what are your orders?"

She said calmly, "Go to the mall to buy a set of clothes for your eldest son, and then arrange the best doctor to give him a full body examination."

"Yes."

The bodyguard answered and quietly retreated out.

Mo Shichen looked at her back, narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "What do you mean?"

"Obligation," she didn't turn her head, her eyes were like the deep sea in the distance, her eyes were calm and unruffled, and there was an undercurrent in the depths that no one could detect, "My name is Wen Yi, and I married you seven years ago. I will take care of you, it’s okay if you have amnesia and don’t remember me now, but you should treat me better, because before your accident, you have always regretted that you were not good enough to me, and hope you can make up for me.”