Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

After calmly choosing, swiping the card, and paying the bill, Mo Shichen led her out as calmly and openly as when he came, with a tall and straight figure, unhurried steps, and a handsome face that was not in a hurry.

After walking out of the long corridor where the lingerie store is located, the man handed her the shopping bag, "Mrs. Hard Mo mentioned it."

Wen Yi glanced at it, then raised the corners of her lips and smiled, "My lord, what's the point of asking a woman to carry things when you're shopping in a shopping mall?"

Her voice was originally gentle, and when she usually spoke, she always had a business-like coldness, but now she deliberately adjusted her tone, and the word "Ya" had an upward consonant, giving off a soft and waxy effect that she didn't even notice. .

This look and voice, like a feather, scratched the tip of his heart back and forth, very itchy.

Mo Shichen's eyes darkened, and the smile in his eyes deepened, and he said in a low voice, "Why does Mrs. Mo bother to ask?"

The shopping bag is marked with the logo of this underwear brand. If you don’t know it, you may not know it, but if you know the logo, you must know what is inside. It was a last resort to enter the store just now. If he didn’t follow in, Wen Yi might not go there either. , or buy a bunch of the same style as her before——

There is only practical value and no aesthetic value.

He didn't want to walk all over the street with a bag of underwear...

Wen Yi's eyes were full of smiles, and her tone was innocent, "I don't know, I only know that a man as stinky as my brother, who usually goes shopping with my sister-in-law, has to be a coolie honestly, Mr. Mo is famous Gentleman, how can you let a woman carry things, and... don't you want to chase me? Sincerity is so thin, you want me to coax me to wear sexy underwear for you?"

The man was not annoyed either, his smiling eyes were like burning flames, and he looked at the smug smugness in her brows and eyes amusedly, "You say you, why are you thinking so badly, huh?"

Wen Yi smiled, "Anyway, I don't want to mention it, you want to see yourself carry it."

The arc of the smile on Mo Shichen's lips didn't decrease in the slightest, but his voice was lowered a little bit, and the lingering smile deepened, "Honey, you've known me for so many years, objectively speaking, what do you think? How is my heart?"

Wen Yi, "..."

This man, threatening her?

She didn't answer, and he didn't seem to need her answer, so he answered leisurely, "It shouldn't be all that bad, is it?"

Wen Yi pulled out a smirk, "...you really know yourself."

His smile is sexy and dangerous, "But you don't seem to know this clearly enough."

"Let me carry it, I'll go back to the apartment to sleep tonight."

It was clearly written in the time-limited husband and wife contract that she had to go back to live in the manor for these three months.

Mo Shichen looked at her for a while, put away the smile on his lips, held her with one hand and the shopping bag in the other, and walked towards the elevator without hesitation.

Wen Yi, "..."

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Now that she had signed and agreed, Wen Yi didn't make any pretentious noises about refusing to live with him or sleep with him, she even unambiguously agreed to the love between husband and wife.

Not to mention that she is a mature enough woman at her age, as the vice president of Clod-Summer, Wen Yi is quite contracted.

On the way back, Wen Yi turned her head and asked the man driving, "Won't you let me go home and pack something?"

"It's getting late tonight. I'll accompany you back to pack up tomorrow. Everything you need is already prepared in the manor."

Speaking of this, Wen Yi didn't say any more.

Night has already fallen, and outside the car window is a world full of lights.

After staring at the ever-changing and staggered night scene for a long time, she was suddenly attacked by an inexplicable sense of loneliness, and she had a ridiculous illusion that she seemed to be wandering on a journey, with nowhere to go.

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When Wen Yi was brought to the bedroom by Mo Shichen, it happened to be around nine o'clock, which was neither early nor late.

Standing in the middle of the room, she looked at the man who was taking off his suit and hanging his clothes with his back facing her, feeling at a loss for what to say.

She realized that she hadn't slept on the same couch with someone for a long time, and she felt unaccustomed before she started.

Although I slept with him for a few nights before, the situation was very special. Either she slept on the bed and he slept on the ground, or she was forced or drunk to make a dark night, and my body and spirit were so sleepy that I didn't have any extra energy to go to sleep. A bed this thing.

and……

She looked at the huge double bed. It was still gray when she got up, but now it was completely red. Although it was not the kind of festive mattress that looked like a wedding bed when they were newly married, she and Mo Shichen None of them are particularly fond of red, what does the whole red represent... It goes without saying.

Mo Shichen turned around after hanging up his clothes, and immediately noticed the slight unusualness on her body. He walked up to her with long legs, and said softly, "I've been tired all day, go to the bathroom for a soak." Take a bath and relax?"

She didn't speak, but nodded.

He played with her short hair with his fingers, and his voice was sexy, "There are all kinds of pajamas and nightdresses in the cloakroom next door. Do you choose them yourself, or I'll get you one?"

"I go by my own."

"Okay, then I'll get you some water."

Wen Yi didn't say much, she hummed, then turned and went out.

The contents of the cloakroom are no longer the same as when she came last time, they have all been replaced with the latest styles.

She only agreed to his agreement and conditions after getting off work tonight, and then had dinner with him, and they stayed together until now... This man probably asked people to prepare these clothes when preparing those broken agreements.

he is really...

Conceited without restraint.

She absent-mindedly picked out a white nightdress, which was simple in style, neither revealing nor particularly conservative.

When she walked into the bathroom, she saw that the man was pouring essential oils into the steamy bathtub, and there were new bath towels, shower gel and a series of things needed for bathing neatly placed beside him.

He was wearing a white custom-made shirt with the neckline open and the cuffs rolled up, hidden in the white mist, his handsome face was gentle and unreal.

Putting the poured essential oil back to its original place, Mo Shichen walked up to her, "If you need me, come to my study and call me after washing."

Wen Yi murmured, vaguely agreeing.

She thought she would not call him.

Mo Shichen saw her careful thinking at a glance, so he didn't let it go, walked past her, and closed the bathroom door behind her when he left.

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study.

On the huge desk, there was a large wooden box, inside which were neatly stacked hundreds of thousands of letters, but they were thoroughly soaked in water and then carefully dried.

So even after drying, the paper is all wrinkled and uneven.

The handwriting on the letters was basically blurred due to being soaked in water, but there were always a few lines in the letters whose contents could be vaguely discerned.