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

After her words fell, the air was frozen like a tight string.

Wen Yi got up from the chair, the sound of the chair and stool rubbing the floor was very sharp, she had no expression, turned around against the red rash on that face, and left the restaurant as if nothing had happened.

However, before leaving the restaurant door, his wrists were caught.

The rash on her body was actually quite uncomfortable, a little painful, and a little itchy.

Wen Yi lowered his head and smiled, "If you want to challenge me for her, go back to Paris and take the position of president from your brother. I don't want to waste time beeping with men who have no strength, no confidence, and no money. Beep."

The fingers clasped on her wrist suddenly increased.

Mo Shichen looked up at her, his tone was calm and clear, "If I can't go, how can I explain to you? Is there any direct or inevitable connection? Miss Wen."

"Nothing."

He was faint, seemingly in no mood, "Then why hold me, do you really want to stay with me?"

Wen Yi looked down at the handsome and tight face of the man. He was also handsome and even somewhat similar. Mo Shichen's contour lines were actually much gentler than Mo Shiqian, not so sharp, and when he was not smiling, he only appeared mild. Profound, not as cold as Mo Shiqian as timidly.

She laughed lingeringly, but her voice was lighter, "It's unhappy that I want to find her because I don't like her. I don't see you now, she should feel very sorry."

The woman's tone was soft, but her eyes were cold.

He clasped her hand, didn't let go of his strength, his tone was light but weighty, "No matter what resentment she has with you, she was injured because she saved me, not her. I may be dead now."

Mo Shichen raised his eyes and looked at her, with a smile on his lips, "If I'm not mistaken, for your Wen family, the benefits that I can get when I live are far greater than when I die-that's why you will not stop. Come here, right?"

Wen Yi looked at him for a while.

She remembered that she had asked her brother bitterly, that she pursued perfection and the best in everything, why Mo Shichen didn't seem to like her.

She remembered that her brother looked at her for a long time, and then said slowly, "Others say that a gentleman matches a lady, a golden girl, but like a good girl likes a bad man, a gentleman and a lady are the most boring match. You Always in front of him."

After they got married, it was really boring. At the beginning, it wasn't too bad, but they were so respectful.

Of course, he iced her.

Even making love is like accomplishing a task. Even if a passion is like heat, she can clearly feel it, no matter how hot the desire is, he is ruthless.

It seemed that he would look at her more when she accidentally choked him to speak.

The mask becomes a face after wearing it for a long time. Ladies are used to it, and in their bones they become real ladies.

For a while, she always wondered if she hadn't fallen in love with him, would she have been Wen Yi in the mirror.

Wen Yi tilted his head, "People try to climb up in order to get more money and power, because these represent privileges. Why do you want to fight for privileges? To get what you want and trample on what you hate-these You taught me, so you should understand well, eh?"

The man's hand clasping her wrist still loosened a little.

He stared at her back who left without hesitation, and suddenly there was a slight sneer in his throat.

Understand, he does understand.

Because he understood too much, he felt that the woman in front of him was not the type he liked.

Perhaps it was because he was even more of this kind of person, so he didn't need a woman similar to him.

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Wen Yi dialed the room service from the phone in the bedroom, and asked him to send medicine to cure allergies.

She did do things that she knew she was allergic to seafood but she still enjoyed eating, but in the past few years, her mother was staring at her every day, and she was not allowed to be headstrong at work.

She said her allergies were not serious or not serious. Those rashes almost covered her whole body, which was quite uncomfortable.

Medicines are taken orally and ointments applied.

She could not apply the ointment in some places, so she asked the waiter to apply it for her.

After applying the ointment, the waiter went out. The ointment was cold. After drying it for a while, she put on her nightgown again, hugged another pillow and started to sleep, regardless of whether the man listened to her or not. Or have you left.

At three or four in the afternoon, Aleb rang the doorbell and swiped in.

Mo Shichen sat in a chair placed on the balcony and looked at the sea in the distance. He looked deep and quiet, as if he was thinking about something, and as if he hadn't thought of anything.

With his head on his hands, he was a little leisurely, and he didn't see any anxiety or anger.

Aleb whispered respectfully, "Lord."

The man didn't turn his head and said lightly, "She is asleep, in the bedroom."

Aleb's tone of voice remained unchanged, "Grand Prince, President Wen needs to come forward in an urgent matter. It is not convenient for me to enter her bedroom. Can you please come in and say something?"

Mo Shichen turned his head, narrowed his eyes to say something, but stopped suddenly.

The bodyguard is indeed not suitable for entering the bedroom of a female employer.

Most of the women's clothes on the bed are disheveled, and they can't even wear bra.

He got up, walked on his long legs and walked to the refrigerator, opened the door of the cabinet and took a bottle of water out of it, then turned and walked to the bedroom, without knocking on the door, he unscrewed the doorknob and pushed the door and walked in.

The bed is very big, and the woman lies sideways in the middle, making her figure appear extremely thin and slender.

He stood at the end of the bed for a while, then turned and walked to the side of the bed.

The icy temperature pressed against her skin, and Wen Yi woke up from sleep. He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the strange ceiling in a daze. After a few seconds, he turned his head slowly and confusedly, and looked towards Man standing against the light.

It took her a while to realize what was happening, touched her face, and said hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

The man said lazily, "Your bodyguard said, there is something urgent for you."

Aleb?

She frowned, sat up reluctantly, sleeping comfortably, how unpleasant it was to be dug out, how bad her face was now, Wen Yi lifted the quilt, still a little bit unhappy The obvious temper puts on the shoes, closes the bathrobe, yawns and wants to go out.

A long leg came across and stood in front of her.

Mo Shichen originally wanted to stop her.

But the newly awakened woman was still a bit confused, and she didn't pay attention at first. When she reacted, it was too late. He was overwhelmed by her footsteps and went straight to the ground.

Mo Shichen's face changed slightly, his eyes quickly stretched out and grabbed her arm.

Gravity plus a woman's weight is not easy to pull up. In less than a few seconds, the man's other arm wrapped her waist and carried her onto the deep bed.

Then, the two fell heavily into the bed together.

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