Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

"It's my fault." The blood on the man's body was almost dried up, but the smell was still there. He wrapped his arms around her waist again, and comforted her in a low voice, "I was wrong about this, You have also been cold to me for a month, I have learned enough lessons, and I will give priority to your feelings when making decisions in the future, and I will try my best to discuss with you, so don't ignore me, huh?"

Wen Yi didn't speak for a while, neither continued to argue nor let go.

Mo Shichen leaned over and gently pecked and kissed her on the cheek, kissing her repeatedly.

"Okay," Wen Yi smelled the unpleasant smell of blood and wine on his body, and wrinkled her nose in disgust, "Let me talk about the matter with you, if you make such a fuss, it may be short-lived Ghost, you smell all over your body, the doctor said you had a concussion, isn't it uncomfortable?"

The man looked at her, nodded his head and said, "Headache, dizziness, a little nausea, very uncomfortable."

"..."

She didn't know whether what he said was true or not, but although his car accident was not serious, it was not nothing at all, so she got up immediately and said to him, "Lie down and rest, let the nurse come Take care of you, I'll go home and bring something back later."

Mo Shichen took her hand when she got up, and smiled when he heard the words, pinching her soft fingers with his scratched fingers, "No, I'll scrub it, put on the hospital clothes and it will be over soon." It's fine at night, and Kang Ding will bring the clothes tomorrow morning, so you don't have to go a few more times."

Wen Yi thought for a while, "Alright, then I'll go get a hot towel... You smell too bad."

At the end of the sentence, there was another tone of disgust.

Mo Shichen was not angry either, on the contrary he looked in a good mood, with doting eyes in his eyes, "Okay."

Wen Yi is not a dull person, on the contrary, she is still very perceptive. After this car accident, there was always something indescribably different about this man, but she couldn't tell what it was.

But it didn't seem to matter, she didn't spend much time together, while taking off her coat, rolled up the cuffs of her sweater, turned and went to the bathroom.

Basically, she turned around, and the doting and smile on Mo Shichen's face faded away.

He raised his hand and pinched his forehead.

My head is dizzy, long and shallow dull pain, and there is a lot of content that is crowded in my mind and I have no time to sort it out.

He started to trance again.

Wen Yi quickly wetted the towel with hot water, then wrung it dry and went back to the ward, leaned over and carefully wiped his face. There was a frown on his face, but his movements were gentle and delicate.

She was wearing a light yellow warm-colored sweater, with black hair over her ears, half gentle and half neat, with a pure white face and a focused expression.

Mo Shichen just looked at her like this. After staring at her for a long time, his pupils silently dilated.

Her name overflowed from his throat, "Yi'er."

"What's wrong, did it hurt you?"

His voice was flat and hoarse, "Have you never had long hair all these years?"

Wen Yi was taken aback, unexpectedly he would ask such a question suddenly, but he didn't think much about it, he just answered casually, "I guess so, I used to think that short hair is easy to take care of, and it suits me too, but later I thought about growing it longer, but it's always very uncomfortable." It will be cut again soon."

"Before you marry me?"

He asked an ordinary question, and Wen Yi pretended that he was chatting with her, half-distractedly answering, "I had short hair when I was in college."

Isn't it weird, before he lost his memory, he didn't really remember the appearance of seeing her for the first time, and he didn't completely forget it. Maybe there will be an image of her appearance when he mentions it, but that's all.

When Lawrence arranged for him to go on a blind date with her, Wen Yi belonged to him—oh, it seemed that he had met a woman who was so familiar, but who had no extra labels, impressions or ideas.

But more than half an hour ago, when the severe pain and blur in the brain gradually cleared away, the first thing that became clear was the casual glance of more than ten years.

Maybe it's because after hearing her talk, she subconsciously remembered it, so when the memories came roaring back, the first thing that rushed to her was the first meeting that was forgotten by him and brought up by her again.

That Wen Yi, and the Wen Yi in front of him really don't look like the same person.

sixteen years old? Seventeen? Should not be eighteen years old.

It should have been long hair at that time, but it was not let down, but carefully made into a bun. The style is not as reserved and refined as it is now, and it is a little loose on purpose. There are also long and broken hairs falling on both sides of the forehead. The makeup is very fresh. , because it was a party or a reception, she wore a thin wreath-shaped hair accessory, and a light blue long dress covered with a layer of tulle. She was very girly, and she still had a bit of the uniqueness of oriental girls. Immortal.

At that time, her character should be far less self-reliant and calm than later, and she can easily distinguish between joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

At that time, he should have been tired of the wave after wave of people coming up to chat and get to know each other, so he took advantage of the gap and slipped to a dimly lit place in the garden alone, trying to find some peace and quiet.

Then I ran into her confessing to a man, a French man in my impression, who seemed to be her senior.

He has a bad personality in his bones, but he still looks very good. When he encounters this kind of thing, he quietly avoids it, and only waits for the two of them to leave before he goes out.

Hearing her confession, he was so nervous that he bumped, he almost didn't laugh out loud.

She was ruthlessly rejected.

The man seems to have a good family background, and his appearance is also very good. He should be very popular with women. At that time, there was probably no one around, and Wen Yi's confession was too cowardly and nervous, and he was laughed at when it was over. some.

He stood in the shadow, thinking lightly, no taste.

Her eyes are not good when she looks at this kind of man.

He is not a nosy person, and he didn't intend to intervene at first, but Wen Yi, who looked cowardly and nervous at the time, did not expect that after being rejected, he would still have a honeyed persistence, so he pulled the man's sleeve to question , since he doesn't like her, why accept her gift and show her kindness to Bharara.

The man probably thought she was annoying, so he sneered and said that he just wanted to try out Chinese women, but she was too shy and reserved, and he wasn't interested in having an innocent relationship with her, and her breasts were too small and her body was too flat, He has shifted his target.

At that time, he poked his head out slightly and took a special look at her figure...

Then I saw the little counselor who had been acting for ten minutes and slapped him in anger.

In the end, her hand was cut off. He shot and stopped the man's hand when her wrist was almost broken. What I remember most clearly is that she was so frightened that she wanted to scream. Straightening your back, you said confidently, "You scum, you actually want to beat me. Tomorrow I will ask my brother to beat you and seduce you."