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

Thinking of the past, Wen Yi felt unspeakably funny, he pulled his lips, and laughed unconsciously.

Mo Shichen just saw it.

It can only be regarded as a slight expression, but the eyes are far-reaching and the focus is slightly distracted, as if remembering something far away, which made her laugh, and it seemed to be a little mocking, but it was very shallow, as if she just remembered it accidentally , Trivial matter.

Mo Shichen squinted his eyes, feeling indescribable.

Did she know him for a long time because he lost his memory? He felt that she seemed to know him well, but he didn't know anything about the thoughts under her expression.

Wen Yi also said nothing.

Only Aleb suddenly interrupted the silence that lasted for nearly half a minute, with a low and indifferent voice, "Then you know now, Miss Li, the man you are occupying in private is someone else's husband, no matter what level it comes from. Say you are all--the third party."

Wen Yi's eyelashes moved, his eyes lowered, his face still cold.

Li Qianrui met Aleb's indifferent eyes, his nerves seemed to be poked, and the fingers under the quilt were so clenched that the joints were white.

She actually knows, who doesn't know, this problem is the real problem.

Li Qianrui first looked at Mo Shichen for help, only to find that the man was not looking at her, but instead lowered his head, his eyes fell on the knees resting on the overlapping long legs, looking thoughtful and ecstatic.

She looked at it for a long time, and the man seemed unaware of it and did not respond to her. She had no choice but to look at Wen Yi, took a deep breath, and said courageously, "Miss Wen...you, still Do you love him?"

Wen Yi raised his eyes, pulled out a icy arc and smiled, "What about love, and what about not?"

He didn't love her at first, so he married her.

She wanted to get a divorce later, but she didn't divorce.

Today, she is no longer an eighteen-year-old girl. For her, love and non-love have long since retreated to the bottom and no longer plays a decisive role in marriage.

Li Qianrui lowered her head and slowly said, "If you love him, he also...chooses you, then I...will quit, but if," she suddenly raised her head and gritted her teeth, "if you have I have forgotten him, or I have loved other people and just missed the window period now, then I hope that you can also fulfill us..."

After she said these words, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength in her life.

Fulfilled?

Ha ha.

Wen Yi picked up the bag and just stood up.

Following this action, Mo Shichen cast his gaze over.

She only met the representative for Mo Shiqian at noon. She wore her usual exquisite business style. She was elegant, straight and extraordinarily temperamental. With a bag in her hand, she smiled and said to the man, "This is very simple. You can pass Mo Shiqian’s level. As long as the Wen family’s interests are not harmed, it doesn’t matter to me that divorce is not divorced. Anyway, I was a widow when you died. How good is the widow—"

The woman stepped on stiletto heels and walked out the door of the ward.

When she was halfway there, she stopped suddenly, turned around and added, “I’m the one who’s doing business for a long time. More money is also right. If you are someone else’s man, please count every penny clearly and return it to me along with the interest."

Mo Shichen looked at her and said with a low smile, "You are so cold that you are neither tender nor cute."

Wen Yi didn't even bother to glance at him, and went straight away.

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The entrance of the hospital.

It was almost evening, the light of the setting sun was very soft, and the wind in Jiangcheng was always strong, making clothes and hunting noises.

Wen Yi was standing on the stairs, his black straight short hair was blown to pieces.

She looked up at the red clouds on the horizon and smiled for no reason.

The weather is so comfortable, here.

Aleb asked in a low voice respectfully behind her, "Miss Wen, are you going directly to the hotel or are there other places to go?"

She has a long and lazy voice, "There is no other place to go, and I don't want to go back to the hotel."

There was a moment of silence.

Aleb asked in a low voice, "As for the big man, you are going to..."

She smiled, and the faint voice blew in the wind, "I have nothing to prepare, whatever, it's the same to me with him or him, I'm not interested in doing things like sticking a mandarin duck. Shi Qian went to fight."

Aleb fell silent.

After a while, Wen Yi turned around and said to him, "Go and drive the car over. I'll go back to the hotel and change my clothes and find a restaurant to eat."

"it is good."

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Wen Yi went back to the hotel to change into casual clothes and a pair of high-heeled shoes that were only five centimeters long. After a simple touch-up, she tidyed up her soft short hair that is easy to take care of, and then changed it to compare with her outfit. Matching low-key pearl earrings.

Aleb waited for her outside the door.

As soon as the door opened, he looked over as usual, but when his eyes touched her, he was stunned for a few seconds.

Wen Yi keenly noticed that she raised her eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"No," ALeb replied quickly, "Would you like to find a place to eat now?"

"Ok."

She didn't care either, she walked ahead, with a rare smile in her voice, "It's rare to be free, of course I have to enjoy it."

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After choosing to choose, Wen Yi chose a seafood restaurant.

When getting off the car, Aleb looked at the name of the restaurant and sighed, "Miss Wen, you were allergic only yesterday, and the rash only faded this morning."

She raised her hand and combed her hair that was slightly tousled by the sea breeze, "I know, I don’t want to eat seafood. Who said that there is only seafood in a seafood restaurant and nothing else. I just like the environment here. Mo Shiqianqian I brought Chi Huan here in a few days, and the taste should be good."

Seeing her attitude like this, Aleb couldn't say anything.

Wen Yi walked into the restaurant.

Although it is evening, it is still early, the guests are sparse, and it is not the busiest time.

As soon as she walked in, the waiter greeted her, "Miss, how many are you?"

Wen Yi glanced at the environment casually, "Is there still a place above? I want the best view by the sea."

Her voice was gentle and clear, with a very pleasant tone, and very recognizable. When she spoke, a man two meters away looked at her.

I don't know what gravitation is coming from, after sensing the line of sight, Wen Yi looked over in the next second.

Four eyes face each other.

The eyes of the two were different.

Wen Yi was surprised how this man, who had not been with him in the hospital at the moment, showed up here.

Mo Shichen's eyes showed a little different color because of her sudden change of style.

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