Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Wen Yi smelled the smoke on his body - it was so heavy that she couldn't ignore it.

She didn't want to think about this man either, but her mind still turned automatically. The smell of cigarettes was so strong that he might have smoked for hours, and then she thought about the time when Shen Yu had just left...

He wouldn't be downstairs in the apartment all the time, only to come up again when he saw Shen Yu leave?

She thought about it for a while, but she didn't think deeply about this question, she just replied in an emotionless voice, "Now is indeed a very good time."

The man's arms around her waist tightened in vain, with such force that it almost strangled her bones.

Wen Yi endured it, but her body couldn't bear the stiffness, and her light tone was somewhat provocative, "Why didn't you say it in front of him?"

He asked in his ear, "Do you really want to see two men fight for you?"

"You came here on purpose, just to tell me that Shen Yu doesn't particularly love me?"

The man's hand stroked her hair, his voice was low and hoarse, "I'm afraid you'll go to the doctor in a hurry, ma'am."

"He said," her voice was soft, but her tone was always very light, "if I give him a chance to start, he won't let me down."

This time, it was Wen Yi who felt the muscles of the man holding her stiffen, and even the breathing close to her ear became disordered and heavy.

Wen Yi didn't break free from this embrace either, but just asked with a smile, "Mr. Mo, what do you think?"

Mo Shichen didn't answer her, and she didn't seem to need his answer, so she said to herself in his arms, "I think, if I can divorce you, he should be the best choice I can find." ... Or, if I hadn't fallen in love with you at the beginning, maybe I should have come together with him naturally, got married and had children, and lived a life of gathering less and leaving more but with expectations and sweetness..."

"That's enough," the man interrupted her coldly, his arms around her waist tightened even more, "No if, you loved me back then, if you do it again, you still love me."

"Yes," she said wearily, "don't pester me anymore, okay?"

His deep voice was almost blurred, like an illusion, "What if I love you more than him?"

The air seemed to be still.

Hearing this sentence, it must be false to say that she was absolutely indifferent.

She was hugged by him, and her face was forced to be buried in his chest. Although this posture seemed intimate, the biggest advantage was that they couldn't see each other's expressions.

Her heart seemed to be curled up, and the hands on both sides of her body also clenched into loose fists.

After a long time, maybe a few seconds, maybe a dozen seconds, or tens of seconds, Wen Yi directly borrowed his previous sentence, "Mo Shichen, there is no if."

"Ma'am," he said, "let's make a bet."

"When you bet with others, you are usually sure, but I'm not sure, so I don't gamble."

"Bet on whether I can get Mo Shiqian to withdraw his protection from you."

Wen Yi didn't speak.

"If I win, don't let me tear you apart again, come home with me obediently," he stroked her head with his hand, and slowly ran his fingers through her hair, "If you win, I will Return all your documents to you, and don't pester you in any way, whether you stay in Lancheng and work under Mo Shiqian's subordinates, or go back to Paris to work at your Wen's, I will never interfere again—"

His low and mellow voice gradually became seductive, "Compared with Lancheng, you should want to go back to Paris more, right? Hmm? Your parents are getting old, and your mother has always been reluctant to part with you, not to mention... Shen Yu's circle is also... In Paris, if you want to be with him, two people in Paris is the best ending, isn't it? The aristocratic family has changed into in-laws, living close to each other, and the two families live together, it couldn't be more perfect."

The odds of winning this bet made her very tempted.

She gave up everything and left Paris. Although she made up her mind and acted quickly, it was still a last resort. What's more, when she got here, Mo Shichen was still lingering on her, which made her extremely frustrated, even to the point of frustration. Once disheartened to the point.

It would be nice to be able to get rid of him and go back.

Wen Yi put her hand on his chest, pushed him away, and retreated from his embrace, "I want to think..." These four words were the words she answered Shen Yu in the evening, "Mo Shichen , I have to think about it."

Her mind was a little confused, "It's very late now, and I'm sleepy and tired... Let's talk about this matter tomorrow."

"Okay," he didn't continue to be aggressive, he stepped back a few steps, his handsome face was warm and indifferent, but when his dark eyes looked at her, there was always a feeling of affection and doting, "I'll come to find her tomorrow You...by the way, how about the buns this morning, do you want me to steam some more tomorrow morning?"

If it was normal, she really wanted to yell at him directly, why don't you just buy a random bun from the breakfast shop outside with such a simple bun and let people eat it.

But in this situation, she chose the simplest way to say, "No, do I love buns?"

She just said it casually at the beginning, thinking that steaming buns is a difficult job, so she made things difficult for him on purpose.

Not to mention that she is used to Western-style breakfasts, even in China, not many people say that she likes to eat steamed stuffed buns...

Mo Shichen looked down at his hands, with a disappointed expression on his face, and said calmly, "I still think I've made great progress recently, and I can steam the perfect steamed stuffed bun after practicing a few more times."

"..." No matter how perfect a bun is, it's just a bun. Who can eat delicious food?

but……

Out of the corner of Wen Yi's eyes, he caught sight of the man's hands. The burn and cut from last time had healed a lot, and the scars had already formed, but they seemed to have licked new wounds, making those hands that should have been quite beautiful look mottled .

There was no expression on her face, "If you have nothing to do, please go back, goodbye."

Before the man gave an answer, she had already stepped back, and raised her hand to close the door.

Mo Shichen watched her profile quickly disappear, and when the door closed, her brows and eyes drooped, she turned her face away without looking at him again, and just disappeared from sight.

separated by a door.

Wen Yi stood quietly at the entrance for a long time, she didn't go back to the room immediately, she couldn't tell what kind of daze she was wrapped in, the thread in her mind was still messed up, she just leaned against the door panel , Then the body slowly slid down, and finally sat down on the carpet.

The corridor outside the door is deep and quiet.

Mo Shichen looked at the closed door in front of him, and had no intention of leaving for a while. His handsome face was extremely dull. After standing for a while, he calmly took out a cigarette, lit it methodically, and took a long puff. Take a mouthful and spit it out.

He remembered the sentence he blurted out when he was holding her just now, what if I love you more than him?

In fact, what he wanted to say at the time was, but I love you more than him.