Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Wen Yi saw that he was reaching out to lift the quilt, and his whole back could not bend very much. This movement was very challenging for him, slow and difficult. She didn't care about anything else, so she walked over quickly and stretched out her hand to lift the quilt , "Okay, be careful, don't do things that you can't do for the time being, so as not to aggravate the injury."

Mo Shichen sat down slowly, without looking at her, "I'm going to bother you even with such a trivial matter, I'm even more annoying."

"..."

Wen Yi didn't speak, and watched him slowly lie down with a frown.

She looked down at him, and finally said, "Why didn't you follow the doctor's advice just now and go to the hospital to lie down for a few days to recuperate?"

The man closed his eyes, "It's no different at home or in the hospital, I have to deal with work."

"Work?"

"I have to work if my brain is not paralyzed, let alone this injury," he opened his eyes, his dark and deep pupils were like ancient wells, and the corners of his thin lips curled indifferently, "You think, I am here for Lai Rubbing your personal care at home?"

Wen Yi, "..."

She does have such... well, doubts.

With his character, it seems normal for her to speculate and doubt like this?

Mo Shichen looked at her for a while, then closed his eyes again without saying a word.

He didn't speak, so she naturally wouldn't take the initiative to say anything more. She walked to the sofa and turned off the floor lamp, and then returned to the bed. The bedside lamp went out together, and the whole bedroom fell into darkness. None of the moonlight.

Wen Yi lay on her side, facing the window.

Holding the quilt, she opened her eyes and looked at the pitch black where she couldn't see anything.

In her mind, she was reminiscing about what happened the whole day today, and at the end, her thoughts were as disordered as a ball of entangled hair, and she slowly fell asleep amidst this mess of pictures and thoughts past.

Noticing that the breathing of the person lying next to him had finally calmed down slowly and evenly, Mo Shichen stretched out his arm and turned on the bedside lamp on his side as if he had liberated something, then turned his head to look at the person lying on the bed. The woman on the other side.

Her short black hair fell loosely around her neck, and she was quiet, asleep, and not woken by the light.

He thought of the turbulent and incomplete memory picture that came to his mind in the early morning, the Wen Yi in it, with a green face, and the girl's heart full of love for Chicheng.

Then he thought of Wen Yi just now, cold and mocking.

[At least I won’t be like you and Muse. Marrying seems to be someone else’s advantage. I wish they would treat you as Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. The offerings are not discreet, and you still have to fight with your ex. Clearly lingering. 】

[It's nothing, you have to come and enjoy every piano performance of hers in person, and then you must give her favorite champagne roses every time, and the roses must also be the best varieties. Occasionally, the roses in the flower shop are bought by people who are married, Mr. Mo also wants to send a private plane to airlift the freshest and best looking ones to the beauty, Bo Jia smiled. 】

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Wen Yi worked hard the next morning, first "serving" the wounded to wash, apply medicine, eat breakfast, go to the study to get his notebook, then change clothes and make up, and prepare to go to the company.

Mo Shichen frowned as she watched her busy back and forth, and said in a low voice, "Didn't it be agreed before that you will be on vacation at home for these few months?"

She didn't express any objection or put forward any opinions before, and he assumed that she acquiesced and agreed to this matter.

Wen Yi did agree, "It doesn't matter whether I go to work or not, but... now that you are injured, even if you can handle business at home, there will always be some things that you can't get out of. If I don't do it at this time, you definitely won't Is there any impact on the company?"

He said flatly, "I can't come forward, let Mo Shiqian come forward."

Wen Yi didn't speak, only let out a long "Oh."

Mo Shichen could probably see what she was thinking, and said in a low voice without changing his face, "Even if I have to lose my wife and property in two months, if I want to take advantage of you during these days, I should It’s a very human way of thinking, right?”

She paused and nodded.

Speaking of this, what else could she say.

For some people, the more honest he is, the more overwhelming he is.

"Then I'd better go to the company and bring the documents you need to deal with with Kang Ding. I also have some trivial matters and little tails to deal with. Come back at noon. I will arrange a servant to be at the door later. Waiting for your call anytime."

Mo Shichen was not very happy at first, but he couldn't find any reason or excuse to object, so he could only nod his head and agreed without any difficulty.

"I'm leaving."

The man hummed.

When she turned to leave, she heard the man on the bed say in a low and hoarse voice, "Come back early when you're done."

She froze for a few seconds, didn't speak, and just walked out.

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Kang Ding can basically prepare the work documents that Mo Shichen needs to deal with, and there is nothing that requires her to intervene. After communicating with Kang Ding, she returned to her office, ready to improve work efficiency and deal with some small tails.

In fact, because she had stayed in Jiangcheng for more than two months before, she basically didn't have any major projects on hand.

When it was almost eleven o'clock at noon, she leaned back, stretched her waist, and was about to take a break before packing up and going back to the manor, but before she got up, the phone next to the notebook rang up.

She glanced at it, it was the servant at home calling.

Without thinking about it, I picked it up and clicked to answer, "I'm about to come back, is there anything wrong at home?"

"No, no," it was the old servant of the manor who called her. This time she was looking for a servant again, and she came back again. She was a little older, and she lowered her voice, as if she was afraid of being heard, " Wife... There is a woman named Muse who said that she heard that the eldest son is ill, and came to see him specially... You should come back quickly."

Muse?

Wen Yi lifted the corners of her lips, and smiled silently, the news was really fast and the action was fast.

She said lightly, "I see, I'll be back soon, the eldest son let her in?"

"Yes..." The servant hesitated, probably because he was afraid that she would mind, so he said tactfully, "The visitor is a guest, and the Eldest Young Master may not let people enter the house, but he probably won't be here for long. Come back quickly."

"Okay, you have nothing else to do."

"Hey."

Wen Yi hung up the phone, fiddled with the phone with her fingers for a while, then got up with a healthy face, packed her things in an orderly manner, took out the car keys from the drawer, got up and walked out.