Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Even though she vaguely guessed it, Wen Yi still felt that all the nerves in her body were shaking, her face was dull, she couldn't believe it, "He... herself?"

Shen Yu nodded, "He asked the bodyguards to do it, but the bodyguards didn't dare, so he shot himself in the chest."

When the man held the gun and fired at himself, his face was calm and untroubled, shockingly calm.

The bodyguards were all terrified.

In order to get the woman he wants, he has to create opportunities himself if there is no chance.

No matter what the method is, no matter what the price is, he will never blink.

For Mo Shichen, Shen Yu no longer knew whether to define it as affectionate or ruthless.

Especially when the target of his ruthlessness is himself, it becomes even more ruthless.

Wen Yi's eyes didn't move for a while, and the fingers hanging by her side seemed to be numb from the shock.

he himself……

He shot himself, just to...

Wen Yi raised her hand to hold her forehead, not knowing how to digest this ridiculous news.

After a long time, she asked in a low voice, "If you don't tell me, is he forcing you with the grace of saving his life?"

Shen Yu remained silent, meaning there was no need to say anything.

Saying anything at this time would be suspected of hurting his love rival, so he naturally disdained it, not to mention his temperament and he didn't like to talk too much about others.

Wen Yi's fingers tightened as she pinched the handbag, her mind was blank.

"I'll go back first." She only felt that she had a headache, and her voice was weak, "Shen Yu, I'll see you another day."

Shen Yu frowned, "Do you want your brother to pick you up?"

She waved her hand, "I'm fine, I just take a taxi and go back."

"Then be careful."

"Well," Wen Yi forced a smile, "I'm leaving first, goodbye."

…………

Wen Yi left the hospital with a dull expression, stopped the car and reported the address of her apartment.

Not long after getting in the car, the phone in the bag rang.

She didn't answer it. It should be said that she never took it out of her bag to read it.

The phone vibrated for several minutes, stopped and rang again.

In the manor.

Mo Shichen's handsome face was so gloomy that it dripped water. He called Wen Yi three times in a row but no one answered.

Five minutes ago, he called the driver who sent Wen Yi to see if he had returned.

The driver said no.

Then he called Wen Yi, but no one answered.

Then call the driver and ask him to find someone.

The driver went to the coffee shop to look around, but there was no one.

He basically guessed what Mo Shiqian said to Wen Yi.

That bastard stabbed him in the back.

No one answered the three calls. Mo Shichen can basically confirm that she will not answer his calls.

Without hesitation, he walked straight to the cloakroom with long legs, picked out his clothes casually, and went downstairs.

As soon as she arrived in the living room, Mother Su saw that the man looked like he was about to go out, so she couldn't help asking, "My lord, didn't you say that the wife will come over for dinner later, are you going out now?"

Mo Shichen pursed his lips and said flatly, "She won't be here tonight.

After saying this, he left without looking back.

Su's mother stared blankly at his back. It's only been a few days... What's wrong?

…………

Mo Shichen went directly to Wen Yi's apartment.

If she had just learned something and was in a state of confusion, she probably would not have gone to Wen's house, and would have chosen to stay alone.

He stood in front of the apartment door, looked at the closed door, and rang the doorbell.

Wen Yi heard the voice, but she was soaking in the bathtub with her eyes closed in the hot water. The white mist was dense, and she felt like a fairyland dreamlike flying through the clouds.

And the ringing of the doorbell is beyond the sky.

Wen Yi sat in the hot water until the mist dissipated, and even the water in the bathtub slowly dropped in temperature.

During this process, the doorbell rang every ten minutes.

When the hot water became too lukewarm, she still got up from the water, wiped her body and walked out wearing a bathrobe.

Mo Shichen checked the time and rang the doorbell.

After another ten minutes, he pressed it again, thinking that there would be no response tonight, but this time he just pressed it, and the door in front of him was opened as soon as the sound sounded.

Wen Yi appeared in front of his eyes.

She wore a pair of home-style trousers and a beige V-neck sweater. Her black hair looked lazy and messy, and the ends of her hair were a little wet. She looked cool and sexy.

Her eyes were light and cool, and she just looked at him without any obstacles.

The man's eyes locked on her face, "I thought you wouldn't open the door for me."

"I need a break from your constant noise."

"You're angry."

This sentence is a declarative question.

Wen Yi looked at his face, shifted his gaze, looked at the trash can not far away, and then looked at him again, "Master Mo, I am not your opponent, and I don't want to provoke you at all, I ask you to hold your hand high." , let me go, okay?"

The man was not angry, but smiled slightly, "You provoked me to fall in love with you, but you want me to let you go?"

She stared at him for a long time, and then smiled abruptly, "Mo Shichen, are you going to force me to shoot myself too, to bet that you will let me go?"

The curvature of the man's lips was gentle and cruel, "If you die, then I may really have to let you go."

Wen Yi's heart trembled, as if a small earthquake had occurred, and it collapsed.

Will she let her die?

"Last time you promised me to send Li Qianrui back to Jiangcheng, but you didn't. You lied to me by raising her secretly; To make up a shot yourself, or to lie to me, these two things are not trivial matters, Mo Shichen, you can do anything to achieve your goal—"

"I can do anything to achieve my goal," Mo Shichen said with a chill in his dark eyes, but there was a gentle smile on his lips. He took a step forward, Pushed to her, bowed his head, and pulled the distance so close that he could feel each other's breath, "You should have realized this a long time ago, Yi'er."

His voice is gentle, as if the syllables entangled between his teeth are his most attached lover, "You should also be aware, I have even eaten a gun, how can I let you go."

The tone of his voice became lower and lower, his lips were getting closer and closer to her, as if he had kissed her chin, but he never pressed it until he bent his head close to her ear, his voice became hoarse, and his breath poured into her As if to blow into her body and penetrate into her soul, "I love you, there's no way I'll let you go, Wen Yi, you've got to kill this heart as soon as possible."

I don't know if it was his words or the content of his words, Wen Yi was not hugged by him, but she felt that she was surrounded by him, and she could only shiver and evade, and finally couldn't help but take a step back, raising her eyebrows. A slap of the hand was about to be thrown towards his handsome face.