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

Mo Shichen was wearing a self-cultivation coat, his handsome face was humble, and he was completely a polite junior posture. "I know that not only did Yi'er forgive me in the past, but also you and Yi'er's father accepted me together. ,"

He smiled faintly, "Don't worry, I won't let her down this time, let alone you and Yi'er's father."

Mother Wen smiled a little on her face and nodded, "Go back, it's cold outside. I won't stand it for a long time. She's a pregnant woman. Tonight is your remarriage day. Go and accompany her."

"Okay," Mo Shichen nodded and took a step back, "Er, be careful on the way."

Only then did Mother Wen waved her hand and got into the car.

Standing behind the floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom, Wen Yi could see the car lights in front of the car parked far away, and could vaguely distinguish who the two people standing next to the car were. She touched her hair over her shoulders with one hand. , With the other hand gently stroking the abdomen that was not as flat as before, and his heart was filled with the stability and warmth of the future.

The car quickly left the manor.

When Mo Shichen returned to the bedroom, the woman had already taken a shower in the bedroom.

As soon as she came out, she was embraced by the man leaning on one wall.

Wen Yi didn't pay attention, he appeared suddenly again, scared her, he couldn't help but caressed his chest and said, "Mo Shichen, I am pregnant, can you not scare me like that?"

The man glanced at her, then lowered his head and touched her abdomen, "Have you scared my daughter?"

"..."

Wen Yi did not roll his eyes until he endured it, and he was about to walk away as soon as he flicked it away, and then taught the man to hug from behind, and hugged him directly.

She grinned and said, "What are you doing?"

The man’s lips were gentle, "Hold it for a while," he paused for a few seconds, and then he said again, "I'm going to be unable to hold it anymore.

"..."

Wen Yi laughed at him mercilessly, "I can't hold my own woman or daughter, are you still very proud?"

"..."

Mo Shichen lowered his head and kissed her eyebrows, and changed his words without any psychological pressure, "Don't worry, even if my woman is two hundred catties fat, I can still hold her."

She couldn't help but want to roll her eyes, but the corners of her lips rose first.

"What did my mother tell you?"

The man hugged her and sat down on the solo sofa. He could not help but lower his head and bury his head, sniffing her neck deeply, his low-pitched voice was a little fuzzy, and he smiled. "What else can I say, I'll leave it to her baby girl, and it will hurt me well."

"..."

Wen Yi shrank his neck to hide from him, "Don't rub it everywhere, itching."

The more she said that, the man's thin lips and nose tip rubbed her skin more and more inadvertently, making her itchy and smiling.

The wind is still whistling, but no matter how violently the cold is, it can't blow into the room with the warmth of the four seasons.

…………

In late summer and early autumn, Wen Yi successfully gave birth to a full-term baby boy in the hospital.

There is less than half a month between Ye Siran and Wen Yi's expected delivery date.

Wen Hanye didn't like boys being naughty and noisy, and wanted a girl, but was disappointed when he was born, and was mercilessly mocked by Young Master Mo.

After Wen Yi's child was born, Wen Hanye doubled back the ridicule, which was followed by Master Mo's confident ridicule that he could grow a girl's honey.

Talking about disgust, they are actually very proud to see people.

Only Wen's mother sometimes looks sad, and the two men get up with each other. For so many years, they will inevitably have to fight and make trouble, and feel a headache even thinking about it.

Wen Yi’s first time as a mother, the experience is nothing, but fortunately, there are all aspects of guidance from Wen’s mother who has always been caring, and the novice sister-in-law who is also a novice, plus the time spent on work by Mr. Mo. For their mother and son, there is also Su's mother at home who can help. Although there are some turmoil, but they can still cope with it. The fresh joy is more than worrying and tiring.

One year passed quickly.

In the early autumn season, a short time after the baby was weaned, Mo Shichen suddenly said one day that he would take her on a short trip, three days in a small town in the UK.

Of course, Wen Yi was reluctant to be separated from the child.

The man didn’t say much, he just looked at her lightly, and said lightly, “Ma’am, marriage is not about getting married and having a child to the end. If you want to devote all your heart to your son, I don’t Make sure that you won’t be alienated in this cold treatment."

"..."

Wen Yi kicked him on the spot.

But I went there anyway. The child was temporarily placed in Wen's house, where Wen's mother and Ye Siran were taking care of him. In just a few days, there was no big problem.

Think about them getting pregnant not long after they reconcile, and then they have children. Couples who have just given birth have so much time in the world of wind, snow, and moon. After removing this bit of dissatisfaction, Wen Yi thinks this proposal is good. .

Bourton-on-the-water, known as the British Little Venice, the quietly flowing Windrush-River runs through the entire town, the water is clear and can see the bottom, the low stone bridge connects the two banks of the river, and the river bank is lined with lush large The tree has a long history and is quiet.

Visually beautiful, and more importantly, there is a kind of ease and joy of abandoning the world when you are in it.

Wen Yi was very happy, walking beside the bottom of the clear water bank, holding his hand by the smiling man beside her, as if his soul was lightened.

Even the things that husband and wife have done countless times don’t have a sense of taste or passion. The lingering lingering in the middle of the night made Wen Yi tired, and the joy of body and mind made the quality of sleep better. She slept until ten in the morning. Just woke up.

When she got up, she found that the man had disappeared.

"Mo Shichen?"

She lifted the quilt and looked for no one, but found a huge paper box on the most obvious table with a white and purple band wrapped around it and tied with a beautiful bow.

The corners of her lips rose, she drew her long hair and stretched out her hand to pull the bow.

After opening, even if he knew that it was a gift, it could be a surprise, Wen Yi still widened his eyes suddenly.

The entrance is white tulle, which is a wedding dress.

There is a note beside it.

She looked at the words on it and couldn't help but smile deeper.

…………

It has been almost two years since I was pregnant. Not only did Wen Yi not find it difficult to maintain and cut off his hair, but instead he raised a medium-short hair to medium-length, and dyed it dark chestnut a week before coming to the UK. Hot into a big roll.

The car stopped in front of a local church, and the driver sent by Mo Shichen to pick her up quickly opened the door of the back seat for her, and then carefully supported her because she was wearing a tailed wedding dress, which made her move slightly inconvenient. Get off the bus of Wenyi.

The sun in the afternoon has become a kind of lazy leisure.

In the ancient church, Yinqin Manor, rows of seats have witnessed the prayers of countless people, and it is calm as a spectator.

A priest with white hair and black robe stood under the cross, looking at her with a kind smile.

At the end of the red carpet is a man in a white suit. He rarely wears such a light color. Although she has known that it is suitable for a long time, at first glance, there is still a different kind of handsome man than usual. .

There was a slight smile on his lips, and his eyes looked at her deeply, not impatient or impatient, as if she was the only one in his eyes.

The tube top-style white wedding dress outlines her slim waist. The bottom is slightly puffed, the collarbone is delicate, the lines of the neck and shoulders write elegant beauty, and the maroon charming long curly hair is covered with a white veil.

The hand-played wedding march sounded.

She didn't know who was playing, and she had no time to care.

Stepping on the high heels under the skirt, she quietly held her breath and walked towards him step by step.

Just like ten years ago.

——End.

………………

It's the end, and other extras shouldn't write again, and finally recommend a wave of new articles that have been published.

"President Husband, please spoil me! ": Xing Wei woke up one day and found-my husband is the president! Hehe, the winner of life...wait, who am I?

what? Is she the wicked woman of the century who is so discolored?

The boss husband is too cold, unhappy, and wants to divorce.

She packed her bags and handed over the divorce agreement, "Husband, it is my fault to force you to marry. I must correct it if I know my mistake. I hope you can give me a chance to be a new person. Let's get a divorce!"

Huo Sicheng kicked her suitcase, "Divorced? If you die, I will be your prison for the rest of my life. Unless I die, I don't want to go anywhere."

She was furious, "You die!"

The man sneered, "Death to rape."

"..."

I like to marry a sweet wife: Mo Shao, please collect it gently: (www.wuxiaspot.com) When a sweet wife gets married: Mo Shao, the fastest literary update under gentle handwriting.