Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Of course Wen Yi didn't know, the reason why the door was left open was because when Muse came in, Mo Shichen said lightly, Lonely men and widows are misleading, so the door should be open.

That's why the door looks like the one Wen Yi bumped into when he came.

Muse's already red eyes are even redder, and there is still a thin layer of water in the eye sockets. I feel pity for her appearance, but Wen Yi is a woman, not her daughter, and I feel pity for her again. I don't feel anything either.

Muse looked at her, eyes churning with anger, and glared at her fiercely.

It must be this woman who told the truth, otherwise Shi Chen would not be able to turn his face on her so unfeelingly. She took a deep breath, then bit her red lips, and strode past Wen Yi's side. The posture seems to bring a gust of wind.

Wen Yi looked sideways at Muse who was leaving, and she didn't look back until her figure disappeared at the stairway, and turned to walk into the bedroom.

When she walked in, Mo Shichen's aura quickly and silently changed. The heavy haze had faded away, returning to a peaceful silence.

He stared lightly and deeply at the woman who walked in, trying to distinguish and find out some clues from the expression on her face.

But Wen Yi looked very ordinary. After walking to the bed, he put the documents in his hand on the small table in his notebook, and explained, These materials and documents were sorted out by Kang Ding, please check if you have any. If there is any problem or something is missing... Let him fix it and send it to you in due time.

Mo Shichen didn't speak, and didn't look through the documents, his eyes just stared at her unabashedly, until Wen Yi withdrew his hand to put the documents away, he grabbed his wrist.

Wen Yi lowered her head and finally looked straight at him, Is there something wrong?

When is lunch?

Hurry up, the kitchen was already preparing when I came up just now.

The man hummed, and squeezed her hand lightly and heavily with his slender fingers, Did you hear that?

Wen Yi nodded and admitted very frankly, I didn't hear much, just a few minutes later.

Are you satisfied?

Satisfied with what?

He looked up at her, and said lightly, You know what I'm talking about, why bother to ask, Mrs. Mo.

She suddenly said, Oh, you're talking about Muse.

Mo Shichen didn't speak, his deep eyes were indifferent, waiting for her response without blinking.

Wen Yi nodded, I can give you 10 points if the question you asked expresses itself...

But what?

It's nothing but, she looked at her hand held by him, and her tone stretched a little, I just think... I thought you didn't know what distance is, and you didn't know how to keep it. Now I realize that you actually understand, even if you think about it, you know how to control yourself better than many, many people.

Those intentional or unintentional injuries, intentional or unintentional, in the final analysis, are all because he doesn't care about this person.

It's not that he doesn't know how to take care of anyone's feelings, it's just that he's too lazy to take care of it.

Mo Shichen looked into her eyes, pinching her fingers without stopping, just said slowly, Wen Yi, he called her by name, although it was not as intimate and ambiguous as Mrs. Mo, but more He looked serious and cautious, just like his speaking speed, which was also low and slow, If I hurt you because I didn't love you before, am I not qualified to love you now?

Wen Yi's hand was held by him, the palm was warm and powerful.

She didn't take her hand out either, but just pursed her lips and said to the man's handsome face, Aren't you always confident? The reason for making such a big bet is because you are confident. Let me tell you that the woman you please must fall in love with you. , It is also because you are confident enough, why, now you suddenly have no confidence?

Answer my question, Mrs. Mo.

How do I know? I haven't been loved by you. People usually don't know much about things they don't know.

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When eating at noon, Mo Shichen insisted on getting out of bed and asked the servant to move a table to eat on the balcony.

Wen Yi disagreed at first. Last night's personal doctor said that if he could not move, it would be best not to move, let alone just having a meal, and there is no need for it. But no matter what he said, the man would not listen.

He said, I know my spine and my injuries. Mrs. Mo, do you think I'm going to hurt myself if I'm rejected by a woman?

Wen Yi was speechless, unable to refute.

I can only say a word indifferently, You said this yourself. If something goes wrong, don't think about finding me responsible. The stupid divorce will compensate me.

Mo Shichen said nonchalantly, I don't expect you to say something nice and soft, but Vice President Wen, your man was hurt because of you anyway, don't you be so cynical and heartless? Is it uncomfortable all over?

...

Who made you refuse to cooperate with the doctor's orders to recuperate honestly when you were injured at an early age, and insisted on tossing and tossing?

...

How old?

he?

Mo Shichen narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, Are you dissatisfied that my actions are not changing now, and I can't actually let you experience that your husband has nothing to do with the four words of age?

Wen Yi didn't speak, just looked at him speechlessly.

She just felt that as a grown man, the behavior of making people worry about being injured was not in line with his thirty-year-old mind.

He spit out another line lightly, If you really think so, I don't mind if you climb on top of me.

...

Wen Yi brushed back the shattered hair that was falling down to cover her vision, and said softly, Believe it or not, during the time I let you recuperate - try it to the fullest, but you can't touch women What's it like?

Mo Shichen, ...

A few seconds later, he said in a low and sexy voice, Dinning, I'm going out to bask in the sun, Mrs. Mo, go and change your clothes. The one you changed after you came back last night looks good. I like it very much.

Wen Yi didn't bother to talk to him, and of course she wouldn't really change her clothes just because of his words. She just ordered the servant to move the small dining table to the balcony outside the bedroom, and moved two chairs of suitable height.

It's just that when she was eating, in order to make it easier for her to find the clothes she was wearing today, it was inconvenient, or a bit restrictive, to lift her shoulders and arms.

She tugged and tugged, but the man noticed it all. He glanced at the servant who had put the soup in his hand, and said with a half-smile, Mrs. Mo, it will be more comfortable to change it for you. Is it interesting that you can't get along with me if you don't change or change?