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

This time she was not so shocked or surprised. She raised her hand and stroked her eyebrows. Naturally, she would not be as overwhelmed as last time. She turned on the light, sat up and checked, and she accidentally saw his bedside. The cell phone over there.

She crawled over and took a look at the phone. With the experience of the last time and the phone was there, Wen Yi guessed that he should still be in the manor.

What is he going to do?

Or, what can he do?

She looked at the ceiling for ten minutes, and finally decided to get out of bed.

This time she dismissed the idea of ​​going out. Although there was no reason to be sure, she intuitively guessed that he was still in this manor just like last time.

This suspense is simply absurd.

If it weren't for the time she spent sleeping with him in the same bed, she might have wondered if the man was sleepwalking.

Looking for the road last night, I turned around on the second floor. The silence of the night is that I can hear my footsteps and heartbeat, and the cold wind passing through the manor.

Otherwise, she couldn't hear any more movement.

Still nothing.

It feels like becoming a late-night party detective.

Standing at the top of the stairs, Wen Yi hesitated whether to go back to the bedroom to sleep or continue searching. His brain suddenly flashed and he raised his eyelids and walked in a certain direction without thinking.

The dog has a keen sense of hearing. Before Wen Yi could get close to it, it had already emerged from the nest and ran to Wen Yi's leg quickly, rubbing around her leg.

Because of her pregnancy, Mo Shichen was not allowed to get close to Wenyue on November, so she was especially intimate to see her now, rubbing her calf back and forth.

Wen Yi squatted down, with an unconscious smile on his lips, touching his head and talking to him in a low voice.

She was still young when she brought it back on October. She barely knew how to raise a dog, but she wouldn’t know how to train it. She only taught some basic instructions occasionally, but it was probably idle when Mo Shichen raised it. He's boring, and he really worked out.

She couldn't find Mo Shichen, she would definitely find it on October.

After speaking, she was not sure if you could understand her on 11th, but it moved its nose quickly, and after a lap around her, she trot upstairs.

Wen Yi quickly followed in its footsteps.

Eleven took her back to the second floor, and after walking around for a while, he lowered his head and sniffed the carpet and went to the third floor.

The third floor is a variety of functional rooms, such as piano room, studio, theater, etc...

Except for the theater he brought her up, other things he did in his early years. After his amnesia came back, she never saw him touch these things.

Eleven and then all the way with his head down and sniffing the ground, walking all the way.

Is it watching a movie? Then there is no need to hide it from her...

Eleven did not stop.

Until the end of the third floor, Eleven was lying at the door and sniffing excitedly, and then turned his head to look at her, wanting to whisper to express, Wen Zhui guessed it when he saw it, and immediately squatted down and touched her head. A hush gesture, with a very small voice, "Be good, don't make a sound."

After eleven, it quieted down obediently.

Wen Yi looked up at this door now. Is Mo Shichen here?

But this is the place on the third floor where you usually pile up sundries...Although there are no sundries in it, this room is reserved for this purpose.

What is he doing here?

She pressed her ears carefully, and basically couldn't hear any sound. It was not until she maintained this position for almost three minutes before she faintly smelled it. There might indeed be a very small sound inside.

Of course, it's not the kind that a man and a woman make when they do indescribable things... even very, very small, even close to an illusion.

About to knock? Maybe knock it on and everything will be clear.

But when she reached out, she hesitated.

Maybe he has any secrets, and for her, as long as this so-called secret does not affect their relationship and hurt her and her children, she doesn't think she has to figure it out.

No matter how close two people are, they also have the right to keep one of their own corners.

His mobile phone was also in the bedroom, and it is unlikely that he was secretly hiding and making calls...

Wen Yi sat down slowly at the door, raised his hand and looked at the watch, and decided that if he came out by himself within ten minutes, she would treat it as if she accidentally broke something. If he didn't have it after ten minutes, she would go back to the bedroom. Go to sleep.

Eleven leaned against her leg, tilted his head and looked at her suspiciously.

She smiled and made another shush gesture.

Eleven then lay down on a crawl.

………………

When Mo Shichen returned to the bedroom, there was nothing but a woman's quiet breathing in the not-so-small space. The curtains were not drawn, and the world was covered in snow outside. The light was reflected in, enough to see the outline of the bed.

He sighed softly, and without turning on the light, he returned to the bed with the glimmer.

After lying down, she hugged her into her arms very lightly.

Wen Yi's face pressed against his chest, and his eyelashes moved.

Soon, the man's breathing and heartbeat gradually became even, and he was probably very sleepy... he fell asleep so soon.

Wen Yi sniffed vigorously in his arms, but he could not smell anything.

…………

Because of a lot of time wasted last night, Wen Ye rarely woke up until after 8 o'clock in the morning. When she opened her eyes, Mo Shichen had already gone to the company.

She stretched her body habitually, and sat up slowly, only to remember what happened last night.

Looking at the white snow floating outside, she sat for a while before sitting up.

After this time, even though Wen Yi felt that he didn't seem to be doing anything to sorry her, she still became unhappy and didn't have much interest all day.

Mother Su also noticed it, and asked her a few words of concern, but she shook her head to deal with it.

When Mo Shichen came back in the evening, when Mom Su took the coat he took off, she lowered her voice and said to him, "Lord, my wife seems to be in a bad mood in the past two days. She also lost her appetite at noon... …When a woman is pregnant, it’s not the same as usual. You should always pay more attention to her."

The man twisted his eyebrows, his emotions gathered at the bottom of his eyes, and said lightly, "I see, is dinner ready, go tell her to come down."

"Hey, good."

When Wen Yi went downstairs, she couldn't see anything very unusual. As soon as she got downstairs, the man held up her cheek and kissed her, and said lowly, "Mother Su said you were not happy today. What's wrong?" "

"No, it's a bit boring."

"When the weather gets better, I'll make time to take you out."

She nodded.

The man touched her belly again, "Is my daughter good?"

"..."

"Very good, maybe it's really a daughter."

"Well," he kissed the base of her ears, with a faint smile passing by under his eyes, he took her hand, squeezed her habitually, and whispered softly, "Go eat."

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