Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

After what happened last night, Wen Yi was going to take a bath, but when she climbed over the man's body, her legs went limp and she fell on her again. He was smoking a cigarette, but he looked down at her for a while, and then put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray, and then directly Carried her to the bathroom.

After washing, it was he who insisted on wiping her body with a towel, and finally went back to the bedroom. After searching for her nightgown for a while, he lost patience, took his own shirt, and went back to the bathroom to wrap it up for her. superior.

She didn't want it at first, but she didn't have the strength at that time, so she simply let him go.

So she got up and sat up. After the quilt slipped off her body, she was wearing a white men's shirt, which was buttoned up loosely and loosely. You could see the hickey mark on the collarbone, and you could vaguely see the under collarbone. The snowy color of her body was undulating, half covered, and her hair was messy, showing a kind of indescribable sexy and downtrodden taste after being ravaged by someone who was cold and reserved.

Mo Shichen stood still, flicking the cigarette ash casually with his fingers, and the smile on his handsome face did not show in the past, he said lightly, Ma'am, I was in a bad mood last night, so I may have a bad attitude. Now, I I will give you another official reply, I do not agree to break up, if you insist on divorce, you, me, and your family will not look good on the face.

After all, he probably expected that since the face was torn, she would probably not give him any good looks. After speaking, he resumed smoking his cigarette and wanted to leave the bedroom without hesitation.

Wen Yi really didn't expect that he waited for her to get up just to say such a word.

Mo Shichen...

Mo Shichen's footsteps stopped, he didn't look back, he just took off the smoke from the corner of his lips and smiled lightly, Ma'am, you should know better than many people in this world that behind high returns comes high risks, marry me, The benefits your family has gained have raised a class, and it is right to bear the same weight of risk behind this marriage - it is no good if you insist on confronting me head-on.

Wen Yi bit her lip, the man had already opened the door.

Wen Yi was also irritated to the extreme by his calmly looking down remarks, and on the spur of the moment, without even thinking about it, she grabbed something and threw it at him fiercely.

Mo Shichen's keen sixth sense sensed something, put his hand on the doorknob, and turned around.

The forehead met the target of the attacker.

After the mobile phone thrown by Wen Yi hit the man's forehead, it fell to the ground with a bang.

She also had nothing to grab at hand, so she couldn't throw the pillow, it was only for flirting.

Mo Shichen withdrew his hand from the doorknob, touched his forehead, looked down at the cell phone that fell on the ground, then raised his head, looking at the woman who was still sitting on the bed expressionlessly.

Wen Yi was taken aback, but he felt a little guilty because he looked at her. After all, she had never done anything like beating someone violently. She pursed her lips, her face was stained with a thin layer of red, and looked at There was also bloody anger in his eyes, and the emotions were intertwined, complex and profound.

The man pulled his lips, bent down to pick up the phone, played with it in his hand, then raised his eyes to look at her, and smiled warmly, It's broken, your phone is really doomed, I Get someone to buy you a new one.

After saying that, she was about to go out, Wen Yi was stunned, and without thinking, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, stepped on the ground with her bare feet, and hurried to catch up with him.

Mo Shichen heard her movement, stopped after walking a few steps, turned around and looked at the woman who was running towards him.

She walked up to him quickly.

He looked down at her indifferently, waiting for her to speak actively.

Wen Yi stretched out her hand, Give me back the phone.

broken.

She frowned, If it's broken, it's mine.

Mo Shichen scratched the crack on the phone screen with his fingertips, and his voice was filled with a smile, Oh, you threw it to me, I thought it was mine.

Throw it to him?

Wen Yi didn't want to talk too much to him, so she turned away and looked away, and repeated coldly, Give it back to me.

He glanced at her, then turned and left.

When Wen Yi realized that he had gone far away, she looked at his back and frowned. She didn't know what the man was trying to do with her mobile phone, was he arguing?

I think so, but she can only catch up. Everyone knows that there is a lot of privacy in the mobile phone. Even if it is not in other people's hands, there is a sense of insecurity. What's more, he deleted her number privately and read it again. It is not uncommon to look through her text messages and the contents of her mobile phone.

When she caught up, Mo Shichen had already reached the stairs.

He looked back at her, his eyes moved from the hickey on her collarbone to the shallow groove exposed to the air because of the looseness, and then continued to glance down at the slender, white, pretty legs under the hem of the shirt.

The man's Adam's apple rolled, and he said playfully, Our chef is a man, do you want to go on like this?

Wen Yi no longer has a good temper, and her tone is naturally not good, both annoyed and impatient, What exactly do you want?

Isn't it fair that you hit me with your mobile phone and I confiscate your mobile phone?

She said with a cold face, Is there something wrong with you?

He lightly shrugged his shoulders and chuckled, Why, you are only allowed to pester me for a divorce to make me unhappy, and you are not allowed to be as good as you want?

Wen Yi's face was expressionless, Are you fucking bored?

Mo Shichen lowered his head, as if he had discovered a new world, his handsome face was covered with a rascal expression, Yo, you're going to curse someone with your mobile phone?

give me back.

Ah.

He's going to go downstairs after he's finished.

Wen Yi really didn't want to have this kind of meaningless entanglement with him, but she also didn't want her mobile phone to fall into the hands of this man, and she would reach out to grab it herself in a hurry.

None of her own people could snatch it back from this man's hand, let alone the mobile phone. When Mo Shichen raised his arm, she had to jump up, and she didn't know if she would be able to get it.

Wen Yi blushed even more with anger. She felt that this man was just like a sophomore boy whose mind hadn't fully developed in high school. What do you want?

Mo Shichen looked at her disheveled hair, and said calmly, Don't make a fuss about breaking up with me, I will naturally follow you.

Wen Yi has cold eyes.

The morning light already had a golden morning sun, but it was still cool.

She withdrew her hand, also restrained all expressions, and became indifferent again, Okay, you like it, you can take it.

After that, she didn't look at him anymore, turned around and walked towards the bedroom without looking back, and without any hesitation in her steps.

Looking at her straight back, Mo Shichen pursed his lips even more straightly, and the lines of the outline stretched out a deep sense of sternness.