Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Wen Yi's eyes met with his brother's for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at Mo Shichen who was standing beside him, and saw that he put one hand into his trouser pocket, and was looking at Wen Hanye calmly, with a deep and innocent expression. Emotions leak out.

Wen Yi pursed her lips and replied softly, "Divorce, go through the formalities."

There was a slight surprise in Wen Hanye's eyes, he also looked at Mo Shichen who was beside him, and then asked Wen Yi, "Have you thought it through?"

These few words seemed to be asked casually, but there was a sense of calmness. Wen Yi was stunned for a few seconds, but still nodded slowly, "The situation is quite special, and Mr. Mo is also in a hurry."

Wen Hanye noticed that when Wen Yi was speaking, the man beside her was looking down at her, with cool flames in his eyes, very unkind.

"In such a hurry?"

In a hurry?

Well, it was indeed in a hurry. When she wanted to divorce, she couldn't leave her. When he changed his mind, he could take action in minutes.

Mo Shichen took Wen Yi's hand that was lying beside him, gently squeezed her soft fingers with his slightly callused hand, and said in a low voice, "If Ma'am feels in a hurry, let's think about it later, or another day."

"No need," Wen Yi replied almost following his words, making the man's already silent and cold face darken a bit, she also realized that she seemed too "impatient", so she slowed down her tone, " Now that you're ready, let's go."

Mo Shichen let go of his hand, with a half-smile, "My wife is afraid that the opportunity will be rare, so if I miss it, it will be gone?"

Wen Yi didn't say a word.

She really didn't want to miss this opportunity, even though she was actually faintly aware of the concerns that Wen Hanye had conveyed to her, and she herself was not indifferent to these concerns.

It's just... This kind of opportunity is the only one so far, and she doesn't want to miss it.

Mo Shichen opened the door of the back seat, the smile and other expressions on his face subsided, and he returned to an unfathomable indifference, "In that case, let's get in the car."

Wen Yi said to Wen Hanye, "Brother, I'm leaving."

After a few seconds of silence, Wen Hanye stepped back, "Okay."

After the car backed up, it gradually drove into Wen's villa. Wen Hanye stood in the distance and watched the disappearing rear of the car.

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Ever since Mo Shichen nodded and agreed to the divorce, Wen Yi fell into a sense of unreality, and it was still the same on the way from Wen's house to go through the formalities. There was always an accident that would strike her at any time, or this man would suddenly regret it. Illusion, it seems that is normal.

But no, it was smooth and quiet all the way.

Wen Yi and Mo Shichen sat side by side in the back seat, she would occasionally feel unspeakable curiosity, when she turned her head to look at him, she found that the man was sitting upright with his eyes closed, his silent appearance seemed to be a world of his own , and no one can bother.

He didn't open his eyes until he stopped.

The driver got out of the car first, and opened the door for Wen Yi first. When she turned sideways and was about to land on the ground, a man's calm voice sounded from the side, "Madam, are you sure you want to divorce me?"

She turned to look at him and replied, "I've always been sure."

Mo Shichen looked at her sideways, with a thin smile on his thin lips, "If I tell you, will you regret it?"

"If I don't leave, don't I have to regret it?"

A laugh escaped his throat, then he pushed the door open and got out of the car with long legs.

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The process of going through the formalities went smoothly, and it went beyond Wen Yi's imagination. Although Kang Ding didn't come, Mo Shichen called his other assistant to handle the whole process on his behalf. They only need to sign their own signatures when they need to sign. The name will do.

After going out from the government building, Wen Yi stood on the stairs, the chilly wind blowing her short hair onto her face, she raised her fingers to chat, and when the eyesight in front of her eyes recovered, she felt like a world away illusion.

It has only been a few hours since she returned to Paris.

This was the result of her planning, but she never expected...it would be so easy and so fast, so much so that she now feels like a dream.

A man's thin voice sounded beside him, "Do you need to send it?"

Wen Yi tilted her head, and what she saw was the man's handsome side face, which was dignified and desolate, revealing a sense of superior distance.

"No, thank you," she said, "you should hurry to find Li Qianrui."

It seemed that after hearing this name, he lowered his head and glanced at her. His dark eyes seemed to be covered by mist, and the corners of his lips curled up, and he said slowly, "Then, goodbye."

She nodded quickly, "Goodbye."

Mo Shichen withdrew his last gaze and walked towards the parking place with long legs. The assistant nodded to her and said goodbye, and then hurriedly followed.

Wen Yi stood where she was, without moving for a long time.

Until the mobile phone in the bag rang, she looked down and looked, the caller ID was brother, she quickly answered, "Brother."

"Where?"

"Just came out, ready to take a taxi home."

"separated?"

"separated."

Wen Hanye didn't speak for a while, just when Wen Yi was about to speak, he said, "I'll come pick you up, I'll be here in about five minutes, just wait."

"it is good."

Five minutes later, she saw her brother's car approaching, and then went down the stairs step by step, opened the door of the co-pilot's car and got into the car, "Brother, why are you here?"

Wen Hanye didn't look at her, reversed the car, turned the steering wheel, and just replied lazily, "I'm here so you don't need to take a taxi."

She put the bag away and asked, "Are you afraid that something will happen to me?"

"Really left?"

Wen Yi took out the stamped certificate from her bag, "Can't it be more authentic?"

Wen Hanye glanced at him, "Don't you think it's weird that you've been pestering you for so long and you leave as soon as you say it?"

Of course she felt it.

Wen Yi looked at the front and murmured, "But what can I do, I can't be so afraid of him that I dare not even touch the opportunity in front of me."

"You divorced him, how will the property be divided?"

"The divorce agreement I drew up before was that I came from a net household...Brother, you don't expect me...to take advantage of him, right?"

Wen Hanye squinted at her, "You came from a pure household, and he agreed?"

Wen Yi recalled, "He seemed to just flip through the divorce agreement casually before signing..."

She suspected that he didn't read the agreement much at all, and signed it after a few glances. At that time, she was afraid that he would suddenly regret it, so she didn't think about the content at all, and only thought about whether he would sign or not.

Wen Hanye cursed in a low voice.

Wen Yi twitched the corners of her lips, "It would be nice if I could divorce him, how dare I ask for his money."

Wen Hanye said indifferently, "Unless you give him a green light, I don't really think that with Mr. Mo's temperament, he will let the other party come from a clean family when they get divorced, and he will not give you a dime."