Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

The man put his thinly callused fingers on the skin on her chest, which almost aroused her to shudder. Wen Yi didn’t froze, and went straight back, even the clothes were finally noticed. .

Mo Shichen looked at her condescendingly. There was no wave on his handsome face, only dark eyes surging slightly.

He withdrew his hand calmly, his face still half indifferent and half mocking.

It's just that she suddenly remembered the look when she opened her eyes just now.

Probably not sober yet, so he appeared in a trance, so that complex and thick emotions gushed out of his eyes.

That's close--

A woman looks at her husband's eyes.

"Don't you want to buy a duck?" The man sneered, "How come you shrank like a little virgin, are you?"

Wen Yi raised his eyes to look at him, "Why, are you impotence?"

Mo Shichen, "..."

He said faintly, "If you really want Miss Wen, we might as well be frank. We should eat when we are hungry, and have **** when we itch. You will be satisfied soon. I will go back to the hospital soon. The best of both worlds is great joy. Why cover up and delay our time with each other."

Wen Yi looked at him incredulously.

What did he just say?

Itchy...itchy?

Seeing that she hadn't objected, Mo Shichen leaned down again and took off her clothes.

His eyes are calm and indifferent, and even his work is clean and full of stereotypes.

"The unmarried wife in your heart is lying unconscious in the intensive care unit to save you. You are doing this with other women now. I really didn't see that you have such a big heart."

The man knelt on one knee beside her and said in an orderly and quiet voice, "It was because she was unconscious in the intensive care unit to save me, so I was willing to give up, otherwise Miss Wen, do you want to watch me perform better than die, or think Should I die?"

Wen Yi, "..."

Sacrifice?

She smiled, squinted her eyes lukewarmly, "Should I praise you for being able to bend and stretch?"

He said lightly, "No need."

"Remove your hand."

The man lifted his lips, "Didn't you want it?"

Wen Yi's tone is similar to his, "You can't tell, I'm hungry and sleepy, I just plan to eat something and go to sleep?"

She flew over from Paris. The flight time was long plus the jet lag. She hadn't slept well for a long time, and didn't eat seriously. She didn't feel much at the hospital just now because of the emotional shock.

Now, she just feels very tired, too tired to want a good rest.

Then consider the current situation.

Mo Shichen lowered his eyes to look at her plain, watery face, still withdrew his hand, and stood up and walked to the other two-seater sofa to sit down.

Wen Yi dialed Aleb on his cell phone, "Go to a nearby restaurant and buy me two lunches. Chinese food will do."

The man sat on the sofa and listened to the woman's soft and cool voice and announced several dishes.

When I heard the next few hours, my eyes still moved.

Although he has been awake for more than half a year, his body has really gradually recovered until he can get out of bed and then live like a normal person, which is almost the most recent thing.

When a person loses his memory, he has no feeling for many things in the past, such as his past, such as the woman in front of him, even if he clearly knows that she is his wife, he still cannot give birth to a husband’s feelings out of thin air.

But some will not change, such as certain instinctual abilities, such as preferences.

Several of the dishes read from this woman's mouth were clearly his favorite dishes.

It is said that he had an accident five years ago.

Mo Shichen put a hand on the armrest of the sofa, watched her hang up and asked faintly, "Miss Wen, can you take the liberty to ask you a question?"

Wen Yi put the phone down casually and glanced at him, "Why didn't you think you were taking the liberty?"

"..."

"Have you not remarried?"

When he asked this question, it was so irrelevant to Wen Yi that he didn't seem to have amnesia at all, but that he was really not Mo Shichen.

She pursed her lips, took the pillow into her arms, and said softly and loosely, "No."

The man's tone is still very weak, "No boyfriend at this stage?"

She looked at him and said flatly, "No."

She laughed coolly in her heart and thought casually that although this man had amnesia, it would not be difficult to tune him to take Mo Shiqian's position again and become the president of Clod-Summer.

Look how cautious he is using words, at this stage.

It's not whether you have a boyfriend or whether you have ever had a boyfriend. It's accurate to this stage.

He sat on the sofa with one hand casually placed, and the long leg wrapped in the meticulously ironed trousers also stretched out at random, just looking at her, the voice seemed to be smiling, but it was never warm. Yi, Qingming coldly, "At your age, family background, ability, beauty, it doesn't seem to be difficult to find a man worthy of you."

The corners of the man’s lips swept across the arc of laughter, seeming to be inquiring, and he was wrapped in a joke that was not a laugh, "Could it be that I can’t forget my dead husband?"

He asked this question as if he was really just curious.

It is not surprising that he is curious, because there are so many curious people.

Her mother talked and sighed every day, saying that people have been dead for so many years and it is time to let go.

Wen Yi said lightly, "No, I haven't thought about this problem," she smiled, raised her eyes to look at him, "You didn't die when I loved you the most. Speaking of which, you When I die, I want to get rid of you."

When she said this, her eyes were clearly looking at him, but she seemed to be looking at something else through him, her eyes could not tell.

Mo Shichen looked at her plain and gentle face, and said after a while, "It seems I am quite damn."

Damn it.

She was in pain when he "died".

She thought at that time that she thought she had been hurt by him a long time ago, and she was so desperate to get rid of all her love, she shouldn't be sad because of him in this life.

I didn't expect that he could still "die".

Wen Yi didn't speak, just raised his white feet and put his calf on the coffee table in front.

This pose is not elegant, especially for someone like her who was originally extremely elegant, but she really did it, and she was lazy and natural.

"In that case," the cool voice of the man on the sofa sounded, "There is no more reason for us to engage in unnecessary entanglements. Miss Wen, we can go through the divorce procedures if needed or necessary."

All the actions Wen Yi was doing stopped like this, and the pause button was suddenly pressed in the scene of a movie.

She looked at him.

This man has completely faded away from the harshness he was just now, and the tone of speaking to her in expensive shirts and trousers was calm and organized, as if he had once been calm and concealed at the negotiating table.

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