Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Wen Yi felt suffocated in her heart, and opened her eyes wide, "...Which eye of yours sees that I love you?"

He smiled lightly, unable to hide his complacency, "If you don't feel bad, you won't go and return it, and you won't lose your temper and throw things."

"..."

"Oh, then I fell more when I smashed your office last time, does that mean I love Shen Yu more."

Mo Shichen didn't change his face, "You're just angry."

"..."

Wen Yi almost convinced him.

"You have nothing to be distressed about. Although you grew up with more utilitarianism than family affection, if Mr. Mo, who is aloof and commanding the wind and rain, still needs to be cared for, then ordinary people don't have to live."

Feeling sorry for him, is the heart of the Virgin overflowing? She knows that women do have this tendency, obviously this man is colder than anyone else, but as long as there is a little bit of darkness in him... Oh, he can only be regarded as a little bit of darkness, and his motherhood will immediately overflow.

Ah, it turns out that Mr. Mo is so lacking in love.

All his callousness had a reason.

fart!

The typical good guy isn't good enough and bad guy isn't bad enough theory.

Mo Shichen looked at her, with a slight smile on his thin lips, "Are you telling me this, or are you trying to persuade yourself?"

Wen Yi's eyelids twitched and he choked her.

He can always see right through you.

After talking and talking, so much, she just wanted to tell herself.

Why... because when people are more afraid of something, they will emphasize it more.

Wen Yi's heart beat out of rhythm, and she avoided his eyes and looked at another place.

The man's face was covered with a smile, and he didn't say anything, playing with her fingers with great interest.

Fortunately, the doctor will be here soon.

Seeing the doctor with the medicine box coming in, Wen Yi got up and was about to step aside, but before she could even take a step back, the man grabbed her hand. He looked at her and whispered softly, "Sit at the place closest to me."

"I'll get in the way of the doctor."

"No problem."

Seeing his insistence, Wen Yi didn't insist anymore, and sat down on the bed in silence.

As soon as the doctor came in and saw the man's blood-stained clothes, he frowned, and hurriedly said, "My lord, I need to take off the clothes. Did you cut them with scissors or... you take them off yourself?"

Mo Shichen looked at the woman beside him, and whispered, "Yi'er, help me undress."

Wen Yi frowned, and still said, "You should cut this off, you have to raise your arm when there are no buttons to drag it, will it aggravate the injury?"

"It's okay, I know what's on my mind."

Wen Yi believes that he knows what's in his heart, oh, he should indeed know that——

Because when she knelt on the bed with one leg and asked him to raise his arm and carefully took off his clothes from bottom to top, she watched helplessly as the white bandage that had been dyed red but had turned dark red was covered again. The new red blood stained his body.

And he just looked at her as if he didn't know it.

The doctor wanted to stop it but it was too late, he just said sadly from the side, "My lord, taking off like this will obviously hurt your wound, why are you holding back?"

Wen Yi became nervous when she heard this. She threw away the blood-stained clothes and looked down at him. His face was plain, but the forehead under the short short hair was clearly sweating. If you looked closely, even the pupils were slightly dimmed. shrinking.

"You..." She wanted to say that you still knew what was in your mind, but you just endured it? But as soon as her eyes met his, she caught the faint smile in the man's eyes when he looked at her. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and immediately thought of something, and her worry turned into anger, "Mo Shichen, are you not on purpose?"

Is there something wrong with this man's brain? Is he masochistically addicted?

He nodded, and his tone was quite innocent, "It hurts a little, but I didn't say anything, why are you angry?"

Why is she angry?

Wen Yi flew into a rage in an instant, "Do you need to say anything even if the blood is bleeding out? Mo Shichen, you..." She was so angry that she picked up a pillow and slammed it on his head. "You're fucking crazy!"

Hitting the pillow on his head seemed to vent his anger, but in fact he had no offensive power.

She smashed it twice but couldn't hold back her breath, so she continued to smash, "I really want to dig your head open to see what's inside, are you suffering from a second-grade middle school disease and can't be cured?"

Mo Shichen let her hit him without saying a word.

The doctor was nearby and wanted to stop him, but when Wen Yi got angry, his aura was so flamboyant that ordinary people would not dare to approach him, let alone persuade him.

Wen Yi still couldn't let go of her hatred after smashing it. She pinched her waist and said coldly while panting, "If you are such an idiot, even if you die, don't expect me to come and see you."

He said lightly, "Understood, have you lost your temper?"

She said indifferently, "I'm angry just looking at you now."

Mo Shichen looked at her, and said plainly, "Who told you to always act lukewarm towards me?"

"you……"

Wen Yi was going to be so angry that his heart ached, but at the same time she felt an indescribable soreness, she bit her lip and withdrew her hand, and said to the doctor, "Examine and treat his injury."

Then, ignoring the man's gaze, she walked straight towards the French windows.

The doctor hurried forward, professionally and carefully removed the bandages tied by the man, checked the injury again, and heaved a sigh of relief after looking at it carefully, "It's okay, it's only a little cracked, although the bleeding There's some blood but it's not too serious, but you have to rest at home for at least three days... Mr. Mo, I'll give you a new bandage."

The man hummed, but his eyes were still looking at the woman standing in front of the window, not knowing what she was looking at or thinking about.

Fifteen minutes later, the doctor broke the continuous silence, "Mrs. Mo, the eldest son's injury has been healed for the time being. Because the healed part is split, please remember that the wound cannot touch water for the next two days, and you cannot continue..."

It is self-evident what is left, and naturally it cannot continue to toss.

The thoughts and brains of the rich are indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and they simply don't take their bodies seriously.

"I see," she turned around and corrected calmly, "but I'm not Mrs. Mo, I divorced him."

The doctor is silent.

Divorced still...

But he didn't dare to say more, he turned around and hurried out of the bedroom after giving the instructions.

Wen Yi glanced at the man on the hospital bed, he had been looking at her, she knew, because the sight had a sense of presence, and the sight from a man with a strong sense of presence was even more impossible to ignore.

She lifted her foot and walked out the door.

Mo Shichen watched her movements, his pupils shrank heavily, does she want to leave?

He thought she was softening her heart, at least she wouldn't go away at this time.

"Yi'er."

The man's voice was deep and hoarse.

Before the divorce, he kept calling her Mrs. Mo, or Mrs. After the divorce, it was Ms. Wen and Wen Yi. I don't know when he started calling her Yi'er so naturally.