Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

When Mo Shichen's car was about to park in the parking space, the phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and was about to answer it. When he looked up, he looked at the parking space diagonally ahead. A woman's figure had jumped into his eyes. He paused, parted the corners of his lips, and smiled silently.

Wen Yi was carelessly dialing the things in the trunk, but no one answered after waiting for a while, she frowned, and was about to dial again.

He couldn't be in a meeting at this time, this man didn't even answer the phone.

Although I guessed that the mobile phone was probably not nearby, Wen Yi still developed a little temper that was unreasonable.

There's a subtle blame mentality of not answering her phone call just after reconciliation.

Before her fingers touched the note in his address book, her back suddenly felt warm, she was already surrounded from behind, and before the frightened scream broke through her throat, the tip of her nose had already touched the familiar breath, she was startled Half-joyed, she turned around reflexively in his arms, and sure enough, she saw a handsome face looking down at her, with a faint smile in her eyes.

She was stunned for a long time before she heard her own voice, "Why are you acting like a ghost..."

He bowed his head and kissed her face, with a proud tone, "You really can't talk, baby, it's better to use the term "falling from the sky" on this occasion."

"..."

Worship his face.

Mo Shichen shifted his gaze from her face to behind her, glanced at the things in the trunk, and the corners of his lips deepened, "I was half-pushed in the morning and looked unhappy, but I was actually looking forward to my arrival." , I really took the initiative to purchase."

As he spoke, he kissed the woman's lips.

There was no deep kiss, only a light kiss.

Wen Yi didn't avoid it, but turned her face after the kiss and said, "You asked me to buy some ingredients and said that I was waiting for you to cook. Anyway, I am not the one who cooks. How can I become looking forward to it after purchasing?" You? I know you are conceited, but Mr. Mo, can you stop being passionate about yourself all the time?"

The more she turned her face, the harder Mo Shichen laughed, until finally he simply bent his shoulders and put his hands on the rear of the car behind her, so that she was also wrapped in his arms, "I just want I know, the stronger your desire to purchase and the more you buy, the better your mood, which is equivalent to your expectations of me."

"..."

Is there such a twisted path?

Wen Yi looked at him speechlessly, curled her lips, raised her foot and stepped on his shoe, and said unhappily, "It's just in time for you to come, catch up with the coolie, and take all the things in the trunk up."

"As ordered."

When he really picked up the shopping bags one by one, Wen Yi frowned when she raised her hand to close the trunk, hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "Your injuries...can you mention these?"

A few smiles appeared on the corners of Mo Shichen's mouth, and then he answered solemnly, "I can still fight with you for three hundred rounds."

"..."

She shouldn't have asked, Wen Yi didn't want to talk to him anymore, and walked to the front with her bag.

…………

After entering the room, Mo Shichen looked at the woman who was hanging clothes while changing his shoes, and asked with a low smile, "Shall we go to a restaurant outside?"

Wen Yi glanced at him when she heard the words, "I'm shopping for vegetables."

"You want me to do it?"

She raised her chin, "You said it yourself."

If you want him to do it, the words are so full, and there is no way to think about it.

He smiled gracefully, "Okay, go and change your clothes, I will serve you."

Wen Yi glanced at the shopping bag next to his lap, said nothing, and went straight to the cloakroom.

Mo Shichen brought her shopping bag to the kitchen, took out the ingredients that were going to be used tonight and put them on the counter, and put the rest in the refrigerator in an orderly manner, and it was almost full by the time it was done.

He had been busy in the kitchen alone for a long time, and Wen Yi never came out again. When he was chopping vegetables, there was a slight smile on his lips, and he was slightly distracted thinking that Miss Wen seemed to be trying to make her temper sway, but what, It's all right, she's willing to be a little bit more arrogant in front of him, that's what he wishes for.

Wen Yi is actually not what he thought. She just touched her face and decided to take a bath when she was looking for clothes to change into. After a while, she will be able to eat the dinner cooked by Mr. Mo himself. , is also a refreshing thing.

When Mo Shichen started cooking, Wen Yi entered the kitchen with a cup of tea.

He heard the movement and looked back at her.

The woman who took a shower wore a one-shoulder burgundy sweater, her black hair was unwashed, and the slightly messy hair covered her thin white ears. She also took off her makeup after taking a shower, and her clean face was better than the one with makeup on. He looked younger, holding a cup of steaming tea in his white hand, looking down curiously at the contents of his pot.

Rare playful, charming, and homely.

"We'll have to wait another half an hour."

"Oh," Wen Yi put the tea in her hand aside, and smiled at him with her face up, "I was afraid you were thirsty, so I poured tea for you and put it here."

He nodded, "Yes."

"Then go ahead, I'll go back to the study and read for a while."

"Um."

Hearing his brief answer, Wen Yi couldn't help but look at him more, but saw that the man's profile was not displeased at all, his outline was wrapped in a thin layer of tenderness, and he was so handsome, and his half-serious, half-casual cooking posture was not damaged at all. His demeanor is one that makes the girl's heart flutter.

She pursed her lips and looked at it for a while, before asking in a trance, "Mo Shichen, you shouldn't be used to this kind of life, right?"

"What day?"

"Cooking, cleaning the house."

Mo Shichen smiled, "Honey, do you really think I'm a prince?"

"It's almost the same. The prince has the right. If you have money, money can buy the right."

He said flatly, "Don't say that I was poor and down and out during the six months when I lost my memory in Jiangcheng, but I'm afraid I had to learn a lot in those years when I grew up. Do you think cooking is too much?"

She groaned, and then said, "It's true that Mr. Mo can bend and stretch."

The man swallowed the compliment unceremoniously, "Thanks for the compliment."

"..."

She wanted to turn around, but suddenly remembered something, tilted her head halfway and narrowed her eyes and asked, "I said, you, you used to send someone to send me roses every day, but once you reconciled, it disappeared immediately. Do you want to show your utilitarianism?" so obvious?"

"I send you roses, so that you will still think of me when I can't show up. The flowers are placed on your table. Every time you see them, you will think of who sent them. Now you can see For my people, flowers are dispensable.”

"..."

The man who was frying the vegetables looked back at her and smiled slightly, "If you like it, I'll give it to you every few days, and fresh roses can bloom for a few days, so it's a waste to send it every day."

"..."

Wen Yi looked at him blankly for a while, then took her tea and turned away.

And listened to the man who teased success laughing heartily behind her.

She really doesn't want to see him.