Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

She didn't think so, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there was indeed a suspicion in this approach, Wen Yi snatched her mobile phone back, "You thought it yourself, I didn't say anything."

The man didn't care about her mobile phone anymore, he just grabbed her wrist, squinted his deep eyes and asked, "He also gave you a gift before?"

Wen Yi shook her head, "No."

How could she have received Mo Shiqian's gift? She reckoned that Chi Huan would not receive many gifts from him.

Mo Shiqian gave Wen Yi a gift?

A simple gift is unlikely, most likely there is something or something to tell her.

Mo Shichen frowned, put away the thought that flashed in his eyes, and smiled softly on his lips, "I'll send a driver to pick you up, and you can go back after dinner with me."

Wen Yi refused, "I'll go by myself, he must have something to tell me when he came to me."

She still has this awareness, and Mo Shiqian would not look for her for ordinary things, let alone let her go in person.

Mo Shichen's face was a little gloomy, but he couldn't think of any reason to stop her.

If she was forced to not let her go...it would seem too guilty.

"Okay," he let go, "I'll ask the driver to take you there."

"Okay." There's nothing wrong with someone giving it to you.

"Come back to have dinner with me after you see him. It's only four o'clock, and the time is almost right."

"..."

Wen Yi looked at him, "You let me run back and forth for a dinner?"

"Tomorrow, you and I will both go back to work in the company. There are not as many opportunities to have dinner together as recently, and... When I recover from my injury, I don't know if you will talk to me."

"..."

It does seem to make sense.

Wen Yi closed her eyes, "Okay."

Anyway, today is indeed the last day.

The man hummed, "Be careful on the road."

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Wen Yi went out with her bag.

Mo Shichen got out of bed, went to the balcony and watched the black Lambo drive towards the gate of the manor. Then he went back to the bedroom, picked up his mobile phone, opened the address book, dialed Mo Shiqian's number, and soon It works.

His voice was lingering with faint coldness, "What are you looking for Wen Yi for?"

Mo Shiqian smiled indifferently, "You are really vigilant."

"Then say it."

"Are you afraid that I will take her away, or have you done something that you dare not let her know?"

"Mo Shiqian—"

Mo Shiqian still had that neutral tone, "She can't find your palm at all, so what are you afraid of?"

Mo Shichen paused every word, "I warn you—"

A faint sneer interrupted him, "You can't take my woman away, so what can you warn me about?"

After all, the phone was cut off.

When he called again, he hung up directly.

Mo Shichen squeezed the phone tightly. If it wasn't for the fact that he still had injuries to worry about, the body of the phone might have been twisted by him.

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Wen Yi met Mo Shiqian who was about to leave at a coffee shop near the airport.

He sat there leisurely and indifferently, with his body tilted, and his temperament was outstanding. After she looked around and found him, she saw that he was looking down at the time on his wrist, and when he looked up again, he met his gaze.

Wen Yi sat down opposite him.

Mo Shichen raised his hand and moved the small box on the table to her.

Wen Yi looked at it, is it really a gift?

It doesn't look like it either, it's not the kind of brocade box that holds jewelry, it's just a very ordinary box.

She froze for a moment, then stretched out her hand to open it.

a bullet...

Wen Yi was stunned, "Why are you giving me this...?"

"This is the bullet that was taken out of his body."

Who was he referring to? Apart from Mo Shichen, there was no other possibility.

"..."

Wen Yi immediately retracted the fingers that were about to touch, her pupils dilated, and said in disbelief, "Why are you giving me this thing? Are you two perverts?"

He also specially called her to the airport.

But after she finished speaking, the man also stood up, the corners of his lips curved into a smile that was not a smile, "In terms of perverts, no one can compare to the man you have a crush on."

After all, without giving Wen Yi time to react, she turned around and left.

"Mo Shiqian..."

Looking at his back, Wen Yi felt puzzled for a while, but in the end she didn't choose to chase after him, she felt that he wouldn't say any more.

Withdrawing his gaze, he looked at the lying bullet.

What did he give her this for?

She thought of the last look in his eyes before he left, with a thin sneer but a deep meaning.

Obviously trying to imply something to her.

Hinting at her?

Problems with bullets?

Or... Mo Shichen has a problem?

His injury? His injury was real, and she took care of him for a month or two, so it couldn't be fake.

So what's the problem?

A thought flashed through her mind, Wen Yi suddenly stood up from the chair, closed the box, picked it up and went out.

Instead of going to the parking lot and waiting for her driver to follow her, she went straight to the taxi waiting area and hailed a taxi, reporting the address of the hospital where Shen Yu was still there.

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Shen Yu is also going to be discharged from the hospital these two days, but the last time the injury was added to the injury, Shen's father and Shen mother did not allow him to be discharged from the hospital, so he is still living in the ward now.

Wen Yi pushed the door open and went in.

Shen Yu was the only one in the ward. He was reading a book with his head down. He was startled when he heard the sudden movement. When he looked up and saw her, his expression was obviously in a hurry, and his expression was not normal. It didn't look like he came to visit.

After a moment of silence, Shen Yu said, "Yi'er, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Yi walked straight to the hospital bed with a hoarse voice, "Can you tell me how Mo Shichen got shot?"

Shen Yu looked at her for a long time, "Why do you ask that suddenly?"

"Mo Shiqian left Paris today, and gave me something before leaving."

She took out the box containing the bullets and handed it to Shen Yu.

Shen Yu took it, opened it and took a look.

He didn't speak.

"If I'm not wrong, bullets should be different from bullets, such as caliber, function, power, etc., although I don't know much about these."

Shen Yu narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "You doubt him, why don't you ask him directly."

"He will lie to me," Wen Yi bit her lip, "Can't you tell me?"

"He was indeed the one who saved me that day."

Wen Yi basically understood what he meant.

She didn't speak for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Yu thought that she would not say anything more, but she still spoke hoarsely, "Tell me, I will take this bullet and ask my brother or Aleb, or go to Ask the police who were in charge of the terrorist attack that day, and they can give me a similar answer, so you can tell me directly so that I don’t have to travel too much.”

Shen Yu was silent for a while, and then said slowly, "He did save me that day, but he was not injured."

Wen Yi's pupils trembled, "Then...how did he get hurt?"

Shen Yu pulled his lips, a little mocking and a little helpless, "That shot was fired by himself."