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

She put her calf on the coffee table, adjusted a comfortable posture, and then lazily raised her eyelids, looked at his handsome face that overlapped with the memory, and asked with interest, "For that one. The woman who can't get on the table, do you even want to abandon your own past?"

"When you mention another woman, you habitually take life attacks?"

Wen Yi smiled freely, "I asked myself that I would appreciate women, and there are very few women who make me feel worthless. Just the one you like now. The appearance is mediocre and the education level is not counted. The poor family is waiting for her. After graduating, she can find a job to honor her father, she would be better, she should die to support a man of unknown origin. It seems that the only advantage left is that she has a deep love for you—"

"Unfortunately, I have seen a lot of affectionate women. Some make me sigh, some admire me, and some regret it. Just your Miss Li, it really disgusts me."

Mo Shichen squinted at the woman.

As long as she doesn't speak, it really looks like a gentle spring breeze.

When you speak, you realize that her wind is as cold as a knife.

The average woman who fought with her might be shaved **** by her.

There was no emotional ups and downs on his face, nor irritated by what she said. He just pulled his lips and smiled, and said lightly in a chat-like tone, "I guess I didn’t like you very much before, and I almost understand. Why can't you forget me, why have you stayed widowhood until now-few men dare to really like you, right?"

Wen Yi looked at him lightly.

If it weren't for her fingers holding the pillow curled up sharply, her whole person's state would look extremely dull.

[I shouldn't like you much before. 】

She kind of wanted to laugh.

I don’t like it very much. After he broke up with his ex-girlfriend and accepted his father’s fortress to his fiancée, when he first met, he used his attitude and the time for a cup of coffee and looked at her lightly. Said leisurely, "Miss Wen, with all due respect, you really don’t seem to be the type I like. Although I may have the best conditions, for women, marrying a man who likes you is no better than marrying I'm bad."

At that time, the girl's heart was still very heavy, and she was still stuck in the love of this man.

When she heard this, the coffee in her hand accidentally spilled out, making her scream, and then even the coffee cup overturned.

At that time, the practice was not enough. I got up from five o'clock in the morning with carefully selected clothes, and asked the stylist to play with the hair and makeup of the morning. They were all ruined by the cup of coffee spilled on my body, and I was embarrassed.

She was so overwhelmed that she seemed to have red eyes.

He didn't seem to expect her to react so much. After a few seconds, he got up and pulled her to the bathroom to wash her burned hand. The hand foamed up, and he took her to the hospital to apply scald cream.

Later, he didn't seem to object to the marriage, and they got married like this with Lawrence's efforts.

Before marriage, when he tried on the wedding dress with her, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror while tidying her hair, while lowering his head faintly said, "If you want to marry me so much, it doesn’t matter if I marry you, as long as you don’t do it after marriage. Demon, I will try my best to be a competent husband, but if you want to regret your marriage before the wedding, I will take responsibility."

She was looking at the impeccably handsome man in the mirror, and the slight smile on her face was blown away.

However, 21-year-old Wen Yi tried his best to marry him, how could he regret the marriage.

She can't even think about it.

In the end she-

How could he not like it at first glance?

Oh, it was just a type he didn't like before, but now it's simply something that men don't dare to like?

Wen Yi's emotions arose in his heart, a little out of control, and his face went cold, but his lips habitually fluttered with a smile, "Okay, remember what you said today, and I hope you will This time I won’t be able to fight against reality for your fiancee in my heart like seven years ago, and don’t compromise."

She lowered her head and touched the pillow in her arms, and then faintly continued, "As for the divorce, rest assured, as long as you can, I won't bother you."

The living room became quiet.

The sound of the waves of the rising tide and falling tide is also clear.

Mo Shichen looked at her with cold eyes, but they became deeper and deeper.

The door bell rang symbolically, and then the card was opened.

It was Aleb who came in with lunch.

Wen Yi got up, "put it in the dining room."

After all, he didn't look at the man on the side, nor did he call her aloud, and he followed Aleb.

As a result, when she sat down, Mo Shichen also sat down opposite her.

Aleb took out the food and arranged them one by one before quietly exiting the suite.

Smelling the fragrance of vegetables, her stomach felt hungry.

Wen Yale lowered his head and drank the soup.

The warm soup is delicious. After eating two unpalatable airplane meals, the soup is simply delicious. She has another layer of affirmation of Aleb's ability to do things. It is a little thing that will not disappoint. .

When Mo Shichen picked up the chopsticks, he glanced at her unconsciously, and he just happened to see the woman's contented eyebrows and the slight arc of smile on her lips.

Sipping soup is quite enjoyable.

"..."

He picked up the vegetables and started eating casually.

Although it was Chinese food and it was eaten at the same table, Aleb bought two portions and they also ate them separately.

Just eating and eating, the woman's eyes suddenly fell on the dishes in front of him, staring at the two plates of shrimp and crab, her eyebrows were slightly twisted, as if she was thinking about something that needs to be tangled.

Jiangcheng is a coastal city, so seafood is inevitable in ordinary restaurants.

Two of Mo Shichen's dishes are seafood, but hers is not.

He thought she was thinking about something, but after a few seconds, the woman opened her mouth abruptly, "Can you give me your shrimp and crab?"

"..."

The man glanced faintly, his beautiful thin lips passed the inconspicuous mockery, but Wen Yi lowered his head and didn't look at him, so naturally he didn't notice.

The slender fingers pushed the two plates of shrimps and crabs to her, and said indifferently, "Your people bought it, and you spent the money."

The implication is obvious.

Wen Yi seemed quite surprised at giving her two dishes of his. Not only did he look up at him, but he also picked a dish he hadn't tried and pushed it in front of him, "Thank you."

Mo Shichen looked at her indifferently, without any response.

After a while, he found that the woman opposite was very clumsy in peeling shrimps and crabs.

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