Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

After saying this, Wen Yi left without looking back.

On the parking ramp, Aleb was doing a chauffeur's job, pulling the rear door of the Maybach open before she got close.

Wen Yi walked over, but didn't get into the car, but pushed his arm off the car door with little force, then closed the car door back, and leaned on the car body in a casual posture , and raised his wrist to glance at the time, then lowered his eyes and said lightly, "Didn't someone notify him, it should be here soon, wait a while."

Aleb was in a daze. He looked at her side face. The wind in early winter was not strong, but it was mixed with a bitter chill. It blew the black hair over her shoulders onto her face, making her face look blurry, but She still couldn't hide the cold and alienated look emanating from her outline.

He remained silent for nearly a minute before he said in a low voice, "Miss Wen, if you don't wait here for a while, Mr. Mo will go directly to you later."

Wen Yi turned to look at him, and smiled quietly, "I don't have to come, why do you think I have to come in person?"

Although she was smiling, it was obvious that there was no smile in her eyes.

Aleb fell silent.

Naturally, Wen Yi didn't need his answer, she pinned her messy hair behind her ears with her fingers, and looked forward again.

She knew what Aleb meant by what he said. The matter is now, she already knows what she should know, and what Mo Shichen should know, he will soon know too. There is no need to stay here, because in such a situation No matter the situation, no matter what kind of confrontation is used, it is embarrassing.

It was not only Mo Shichen who was embarrassed, but also her.

But what she needs is such an embarrassment that is so straightforward that there is no room for maneuver.

Because only the sharpest can make people sober without reservation.

Mo Shichen did arrive soon. Ten minutes after Wen Yi went downstairs, another black car drove into the villa.

She was still leaning on the car body, just watching the car drive into the villa, watched it stop, and then watched the man in the long black suit get off the car, and walked up to her step by step with long legs .

Wen Yi didn't move at all, her indifferent expression seemed to be patiently waiting for him - of course, she was waiting for him in the first place.

Mo Shichen lowered his head, looking at the woman's cold and glamorous face, his Adam's apple rolled, and the explanation he had prepared before he was about to speak suddenly disappeared.

She leaned against the car body, raised her head, pinned the strands of hair that kept blowing with her fingers, and had a thin smile on her face, "I thought you had already thought about an explanation on the way here," she tilted her head slightly, her voice warm Warm and crunchy, "Or are you planning to...just skip this link?"

Mo Shichen looked at her, frowned tightly, and said in a deep and deep voice, "Wen..."

He didn't even finish reading her name, and hurried footsteps ran over in a disorderly manner, and he heard the panicked shout from a few meters away, "Mr...Mr. Mo, it's not good... , Ms. Li, she..."

I don't know if it's because I'm too old to run out of breath, or if I'm really anxious and incoherent. The woman Wen Yi met before shouted at Mo Shichen anxiously, as if she was about to cry, "Miss Li she……"

The warm and cool voice continued unhurriedly, "Have you cut your pulse?"

The woman froze.

Even Mo Shichen, who was already frowning and looking at the woman with a cold and handsome face, withdrew his gaze and looked at Wen Yi with an unclear gaze.

Aleb also looked at her silently.

After a few seconds, the woman came back to her senses, and stretched out her poorly maintained hand in the air, her lips seemed to be trembling, "Miss Li just said that she wanted to stay by herself for a while, so I didn't dare to disturb her." ...I just found out that she cut her wrist in the bathtub...When I went in, the whole bathtub was filled with blood..."

"Have you called an ambulance?"

Mo Shichen's voice wasn't too loud, but it was so sharp that it made people tremble.

"No...not yet..."

"Don't call the ambulance to come to me and cry? Are you planning to keep silent if I don't come?"

The woman usually sees him with a dignified and indifferent demeanor. Although he is difficult to get close to, her speech and behavior have never been so shockingly cold. For a while, she was so frightened that she even lost the ability to think, "I...I dare not ...to make decisions on my own..."

When she said this, her peripheral vision was timid, but she couldn't stop glancing at Wen Yi.

The meaning expressed by this expression is obvious, she is afraid of Wen Yi.

This fear is not fake, Wen Yi is frightening, and more importantly, although she does not know the exact relationship between Mo Shichen and the girl living in this villa, in the eyes of others like her, this relationship Apart from Jinwu Zangjiao, I can't think of any other possibility.

This mistress is against the main wife, especially the richer and more powerful the family, the mistress has less weight, because in the face of interests, she doesn't care what she likes or loves, not to mention she doesn't feel that Ms. Li who lives here is particularly favored Love and attention.

Besides, even in terms of appearance and temperament... they are not in the same class, maybe they are used to eating Manchu banquets, and occasionally want to eat porridge and side dishes.

She heard the sound of the car just now, and knew that Mo Shichen was coming, so she dared to go to Li Qianrui to report the news, but she saw the blood in the bathtub.

How could Mo Shichen not be able to understand the meaning of her flickering expression. He tugged the tie around his neck irritably to ease his emotions, and then said indifferently, "Go call an ambulance."

The woman hurriedly responded, "Okay...Okay."

Mo Shichen turned to look at Wen Yi, and they didn't talk to each other for nearly ten seconds.

In the eyes he looked at her, the bottom of the eyes was complicated and dark, and there seemed to be several emotions mixed together. Finally, he relaxed his tense nerves, and said in a hoarse voice, "When the ambulance arrives, I'll explain it to you again..."

Wen Yi smiled.

The smile was light and short, but there was no doubt that it was full of sharp irony.

"Wen Yi—"

"Look, there's nothing wrong with the fact that we got together and parted ways before. We must make it so embarrassing now."

The man pinched her shoulders with both hands, unconsciously increasing his strength, and said in a calm voice, "It was my fault that I didn't send her back to China as I said before, but Wen Yi, you know that in this life I only intend to I've told you, and you know that I'm only a little guilty and worried about her, and there is no more love between men and women...Why do you insist on pushing things so that there is no room for it?"

His emotions were probably a little out of control, so that he couldn't even control his strength, and Wen Yi's shoulder bones were aching from the pinch.