Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

The man nodded in agreement, and said lightly, "Yes, compared to them, of course I prefer to stay with you."

Wen Yi was about to get angry at his shamelessness.

But just when she was showing anger, he pulled her into his arms again, put his chin on her shoulder, and said in a low voice, "It hasn't been long since I came back, and my position is not as stable as Mo Shiqian. If If you don't work hard, what if a woman falls in love with me one day and wants to marry me, what if Mo Shiqian pushes me out to get married?"

Wen Yi, "..."

She said indifferently, "That would be the best, I will be free and pure."

Mo Shichen lowered his head and kissed her hard on her lips a few times.

She couldn't break him off, and the day after the man proposed to be discharged from the hospital, his assistant completed the procedures.

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Wen Yi packed his things for him.

Mo Shichen was sitting on the sofa, and had already changed his clothes. The inside was dark green knitwear, and the outside was a black cashmere coat. He watched the back of the woman packing her things, methodically and unhurriedly.

Wen Yi has been very gentle to him recently, even conniving, but her attitude is a bit lazy and silent.

This kind of relationship seems to be intimate, but there is still an indescribable alienation.

He went back to the manor, and she followed him back without saying a word. However, there are many servants in the manor, and there is basically nothing she needs to do. Moreover, although his injury has not healed yet, he has recovered a lot. It is no problem to eat by himself up.

In this way, Wen Yi thought about it carefully, and her care should be over.

They returned home from the hospital in the morning, and Wen Yi had lunch with him at the manor at noon. After lunch, she suggested that they go for a walk in the garden.

The weather is very good, especially the afternoon sun is warm.

Wen Yi sat down on the set of white Nordic-style tables and chairs on the grass in the garden, "Let's chat."

The man sat down opposite her.

Mother Su asked her servant to bring over two cups of afternoon tea. The hot mist gradually dissipated, and the fragrance of tea overflowed.

Wen Yi stared at the surface of the tea, and said softly, "You have Mother Su and other servants at home, and Kang Ding and assistants when you go back to the company, and your injury doesn't affect your basic daily life, I... There is no need to take care of you anymore."

"When you talk, you should look into my eyes. It's a polite conversation, Miss Wen."

Wen Yi pursed her lips, but still raised her head to meet his gaze.

He smiled slightly, "You should know, what I want is not some kind of care."

After a long time, she slowly opened her mouth, "Thank you for helping me save Shen Yu, and you will be fine after your injury recovers, but gratitude is one thing, love is another... I, if it is not necessary, we should not meet again."

After all, she didn't look at him, she stood up after taking a deep breath, and walked towards the gate of the manor step by step.

The curvature of Mo Shichen's lips disappeared, and the temperature in his eyes gradually cooled down.

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Wen Yi called Aleb and asked him to come pick her up.

The area of ​​the manor is so large that if she wants to walk to the door, it really can't be done in a few minutes, so when Su's mother ran out of breath and caught up with her, she said that the man was so what, she hadn't walked out yet The majestic carved gate of the manor.

"Madam... Madam..." Mother Su was also anxious, and for a moment she forgot that she was no longer Mrs. Mo.

Wen Yi stopped walking when she heard the voice, and saw that Mama Su was still jogging at an early age, and she seemed to have the feeling that something was going to happen, so she took a few steps back, and didn't ask until she met her, " What's the matter, is something wrong?"

"Eldest son, he...his wound seems to have opened," Su's mother was getting old and panting badly. "When he just returned to the living room, I saw that his clothes were all stained red with blood."

Wen Yi's brain seemed to be hit hard by someone, and she reacted subconsciously in a daze, "Did you call the doctor?"

Mother Su said in a panic, "I want to call a doctor, but the eldest son refuses, so he went upstairs alone..."

this man...

He threatened her, and he threatened her.

Wen Yihuo started from his heart, almost trembling with anger.

She bit her lip, and walked back with a blank mind. Her hurried steps almost picked up the wind, which made people feel angry when they looked at it from a distance.

As soon as she entered the front hall, she caught a servant and asked, "Anyone else?"

The servant was startled by Mo Shichen just now, but seeing Wen Yi's expression trembling at this moment, he hurriedly replied, "Young master has gone upstairs."

Wen Yi then went upstairs.

When she arrived at the door, an old servant who was more senior and seemed to have some medical knowledge was persuading her in the study, "My lord..."

He didn't let him say a word after the address, but was interrupted by the man's indifferent voice, "Get out."

Mo Shichen was sitting in the chair behind the desk, his handsome face was indifferent, no matter how calm his face was, he couldn't hide the gloomy and treacherous look, which made people feel timid and dared not speak much.

The servant sighed, couldn't bear it, and backed out, but when he turned around, he saw Wen Yi standing at the door, and immediately said pleasantly, "Miss Wen, you are here... Hurry up and persuade the eldest son, he The injury is not a joke..."

Hearing the voice, the man who opened the notebook expressionlessly also looked towards the door.

The four eyes are facing each other.

Wen Yi walked straight towards him, and before she reached the desk, the anger on her face turned into frightened anger, because she saw his chest—Mother Su said that his clothes were stained red with blood, but she heard Yes, and what you see are two completely different feelings.

After Mo Shichen came back, he changed into a light-colored cashmere sweater, so the patch on his chest was particularly glaring, which was shocking.

"Mo Shichen, you—"

He looked at her, smiled slightly, and said nonchalantly, "Why are you back?"

Wen Yi's hands were shaking. She thought it was rare for her to be extremely angry. The last time she thought he sent someone to recover from a gunshot wound and smashed up his office, she was furious. With her temper, this kind of thing couldn't happen in a year. once.

She picked up the notebook on the table without any hassle, and slammed it hard on the glass of the window.

I don't know what kind of material the glass is made of, but it didn't break, and the notebook fell to the ground.

She stared down at the smiling man, her chest heaving violently, "Mo Shichen, are you crazy?"

He looked at her, then at the notebook she dropped, "I just realized now that you still have the habit of smashing things."

She picked up the quilt and threw it on the glass.

This time the glass still didn't move, but the cup fell to pieces.

She clenched her hands into fists, landed on the table, and paused every word, "Mo Shichen, when will you stop acting like this?"