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

Mo Shichen looked at the woman's shoulders, which had been soaked, and raised his eyebrows as he was about to speak. He found that Wen Yi, who was standing at the door, was staring at the thing in his hand and was already walking towards him quickly.

She walked in front of him hurriedly, reaching out to grab what he was holding.

The man raised his hand slightly, and she rushed for nothing.

Wen Yi raised her hand to grab it, but she couldn't grab Mo Shichen. He was not as tall as him, and his hands were not as long as him. He just stood and moved casually, letting her jump on tiptoe and couldn't reach it.

Of course, she didn't jump either. Her face was flushed from running up, her breathing was not calm, and she said in a bad tone, "Mo Shichen, that's my thing, give it back to me."

Mo Shichen lowered his head and looked at her panting face amusedly, "Is this why I came here under such a heavy rain?"

"give me back!"

The man said leisurely, "This is my thing."

"Who said it was yours? This is my study room. Your study room is next door."

"I know."

"Then you won't give it to me?"

"The study is yours, but this letter is mine."

She couldn't get it, and she didn't want to be reasonable, and simply said arrogantly, "Mo Shichen, what I said is mine is mine!"

Mo Shichen laughed at once, and sighed, "You said that it's yours. You are really overbearing."

Wen Yi, "..."

She looked at the man in a leisurely posture, bit her lip before she calmed down, and said with a cold face, "You know, after you die, as your spouse, I am the heir to the estate. This manor is now in my name. Everything in it is mine."

Even if he restores his identity, many things still need to go through formalities. Although she is not interested in their manor, but without her signing, this manor still belongs to her.

The man was not impatient or impatient, and nodded and said, "The manor belongs to you. Here you have one table and one chair, one tile, one flower and one tree, including the dead grass outside. It is all yours, but the letter is mine. Because...my name is written on it."

As he said, he turned over the envelope held high in his hand, and on the simple white envelope, written on it with a black pen—

ToEleven.

There were more than one. Next to the bookshelf he was leaning against, a whole box was neatly stacked in a wooden box about the size of the bookshelf.

He just drew one out, only to see the name on the envelope, and the woman rushed in.

Wen Yi pursed his lips and looked at him with wide eyes.

The curtains were not drawn, and a flash of lightning suddenly lit up, and the afterlight fell on her face, looking pale and terrible, followed by even more terrifying thunder.

Mo Shichen glanced at the letter in his hand, then turned his head and glanced at the wooden box, staring down at the woman who was wet by the rain and the light caused by the light, the complicated eyes were soaked in it. Dim, lowly and slowly, "These are the confession letters you wrote to me?"

She did not speak.

The manor has a history of hundreds of years. Once the time is long, it will unknowingly pile up an unexplainable heavy and deep feeling, especially for a long time without people, and its popularity is still very thin.

Even if the light is bright at this time, there is an indescribable deep silence.

The two looked at each other for thirty seconds, or one minute.

Wen Yi suddenly jumped over him and walked past him, and opened the window forcefully. The cold rain was blown in by the cold wind, and it easily wetted her one floor. She didn't say a word, turned and walked back to him. By his side, he picked up the wooden box with difficulty.

Before Mo Shichen could react to what she wanted to do, she heard a bang. Hundreds of envelopes fluttered out like celestial flowers. The wind blew away a bit, but they were quickly knocked down by the rain.

The rain was still heavy, and the wind did not stop. Mo Shichen stepped over her long legs in two steps and pulled her aside. His expression was no longer the leisurely expression he had just now, his outline was tight, his fingers pinched her arm. They are all uncontrollable strength, just like the anger in the voice, "Wen Yi, what are you doing?"

Wen Yi didn't look at him, but looked sideways at the dark window. Wind and rain were mixed, thunder and lightning intertwined.

Those letters disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Thousands of days and nights, hundreds of secret thoughts, span the long years.

He hadn't seen it, and she was about to forget it.

Once the words written in ink are completely soaked with water, even if the paper dries, the fuzzy words will no longer be clear.

It's really time for the rain tonight.

About seeing her not speaking, Mo Shichen lost his patience, and groaned again, "Wen Yi!"

He also couldn't tell why he got his temper. When gathered in his body, he couldn't help but burst out. Before she came, he didn't have any strong thoughts about these letters, or he had to read it. idea.

But watching them were ruined, the chest was frantic.

Especially looking at the half-wet hair and clothes of the woman in front of him, he was embarrassed and cold, and the strength of his fingers repeatedly lost control.

Wen Yi had already slowed down and looked up at him, "Even if it's yours, it's gone now." She stretched out her hand and broke the fingers of the man holding her arm, her heart recovered calm, and said lightly, "There is another one. , You can watch if you want, I'm going back."

After that, she turned and walked outside the door.

She wanted to take the remaining one, maybe she could take it back, but she had no idea about it.

She didn't even know what was written in the one he picked out.

Maybe it's just--

The weather is really good, the mood is good, and so on, a few words that don’t matter.

When Mo Shichen looked up again, the woman's figure had disappeared at the door.

As soon as the servant saw the warm umbrella, he was about to go out and hurriedly followed, "Madam, the rain outside is too heavy, and thunder is thundering again. Why don't you stay here tonight."

"no need."

The servant didn't have much to say, so he could only say, "Then...then wait, I'll get you an umbrella."

From here to getting back to the car, it was so heavy rain that she would be able to get drenched all over without having to walk halfway.

Wen Yi couldn't tell what it was like at this time, maybe she didn't feel anything at all, because her heart was indeed calm, but she didn't want to stay here, just wanted to leave immediately.

The servant saw that she was about to leave in the rain, and called from behind, "Hey, madam..."

But before Wen Yi walked into the rain, her arm was grabbed by the back hand, and she pulled her back from the door with little effort.

The door that was opened was also closed heavily by the man's hand, making a bang.

"Wen Yi, lightning and thunderstorm, are you looking for death?"

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