Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss - Chapter 728

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Wen Yan’s pupils slowly focused, but she was still a little slack when looking at him, and she didn’t know whether she was really looking at him or “looking” at him thinking about something else.

When Mo Shichen thought she was going to express his resistance to him in this way, she supported her forehead and sat up slowly, probably because she had just got up, or hadn’t drank water for too long, so her throat was a little bit Dumb, a little bit astringent, she hummed and said, “You can order, I’ll wash.”

I didn’t even go to see him after I finished talking, and I got out of bed to find shoes.

Mo Shichen had stepped out of bed and looked down at her, “Let’s go to the restaurant outside.”

She put slippers on her feet and pulled out the hair that had fallen into her clothes, pulling her eyelids as if she hadn’t woke up. “I don’t want to go.”

The man calmed down, still restrained his emotions, and spoke to her in the most gentle tone. “The food in the hotel tastes average and the environment in the restaurant is better.”

She didn’t look at him. She walked directly past him and walked towards the bathroom, leaving only a light sentence, “I can just eat anything, and if you don’t want to eat in the hotel, go out by yourself.”

Wen Ye did n’t change clothes after washing. She was still wearing a nightdress, and then she wore a long shawl. The water droplets on her face were not dry, and her hair might only be combed with her fingers. Although it was not messy, she talked to her. Usually close to meticulous neatness, there is still a clear gap.

It was impossible for Mo Shichen to leave for the restaurant alone. He stood on the balcony outside the living room and looked down at the bustling Jiangjing with unflickering eyes. He only turned around and walked back after a slight movement behind him. In the living room.

“Lunch has already been ordered and it should be delivered later.”

She didn’t lift her head, and then she sat on the sofa, didn’t turn on the TV, and didn’t go to get the magazines on the coffee table. Even her mobile phone didn’t seem to be in the bedroom because she didn’t put her clothes on. Place, and she was empty-handed.

She was just sitting there. She didn’t have the imageless slump and soft lie down, but she didn’t follow the elegant sitting posture that had already formed a habit as before.

With her eyes closed, she allowed her body to rest on the back of the sofa, without saying a word, waiting to wait, without showing any impatient expression, but even so, she still clearly conveyed a sense of slackness. Meaning.

Mo Shichen stood by the door between the balcony and the living room and looked at her for a long time. Ying Ting’s eyebrows were locked deep, and her thin lips were unconsciously tightened.

He walked towards her with long legs, sat down beside her, and asked her with a low voice, “Are you sorry that I forced you last night?”

Wen Yan opened his eyes, looked at him flatly for a moment, and asked, “Do I look sad?”

She didn’t feel that she was in a sad mood.

Mo Shichen watched her eyes, looked at her, and then said, “How do you sleep till today?”

With her elbows propped on her head, her eyes narrowed, and she said in a casual tone, “Imagine that it seems like there is nothing to do. Sleeping is both comfortable and time-consuming, isn’t it great?”

After a moment of silence, he still asked, “Aren’t you going to find Mo Shiqian?”

Wen Zheng looked up at him, and if he smiled like nothing, “Isn’t it right?”

“That’s the case,” he sat next to her, seeing her side naturally, “go back to Paris with me, shall we stop making trouble?”

If her seemingly innocent smile deepened, she calmly and indifferently replied, “Take me back if you have the ability, don’t expect me to be willing.”

She did intend to go to Mo Shiqian last night, but I do n’t know why. After being pressed by him for two games, she seemed to be incapable of doing what she could or could not do. Do it, prefer to lie on the bed with a quilt, and sleep endlessly.

Nothing to think about, nothing to face.

It’s fine.

Although she felt something vaguely last night, Mo Shichen was not sure until then. The woman seemed to use her plainness and lethargy to set up a new barrier between them.

Lunch was quickly served by the hotel’s waiter, and Wen Ye stood up and sat in the restaurant.

She ordered everything she likes. The meal in this hotel is really as ordinary as Mo Shichen said. It is not particularly delicious, but it is not too unpleasant. Wen Ye looked down and ate. The look is very slow and very little.

Because he was in China, he ordered Chinese food. She touched every dish and barely finished a small bowl of rice.

Throughout the process, she didn’t look at him or talk to him.

After dinner, she put down the utensils, took the mobile phone to the study, and called Wen mother for ten minutes. The door was just taken casually. Her voice was not high. Mo Shichen stood outside the door for a while and did not keep stealing. listen.

After ending the call, she poured herself a cup of warm water, and after drinking it three times, she set aside the cup and went back to the bedroom—

Mo Shichen stood by the sofa and called her, “Wen Ye.”

She paused, looked back at him, didn’t speak, and asked indifferently, what’s the matter?

“Don’t tell me, you’re going to sleep again.”

She looked away and turned to continue into the bedroom.

Mo Shichen’s eyes narrowed, and her long legs caught up. She pulled her arm from behind and turned her around. She spoke heavy and heavy when she spoke again. “Wen Ye.”

“how?”

“What are you going to do in the bedroom again?” There was nothing but the bed inside, and she hadn’t even flipped her own suitcase except when she turned the clothes.

“Sleep, take a nap after lunch,” she said with a goofy smile, and said lazily. “You didn’t tell me not to tell me, then why follow me.”

He put his fingers around her jaw, and said quietly, “You mean it, eh?”

“What did I do on purpose?” She seemed very puzzled, and said with amusement, “I’m getting in my sleep too?”

He stared at her, calming his tone. “Sleeping too much is bad for your health.”

She replied lightly, “I can’t do that and I can’t do anything. I don’t have to live a few more years to be happy.”

Mo Shichen didn’t speak for a while, but the gloom between his brows showed his discomfort at this moment.

But Wen Zheng didn’t care, he didn’t speak, and she turned back to the bedroom.

When she walked in to close the door backhanded, the man pressed the door panel as he did last night, and he lost the patience he could talk to her, his gentle tone revealing the strength carried out of his bones, “Never sleep again, either, I will go out and walk with you, wherever you want to go, or you just get up, read a book, watch a movie and play other things, you can sit still, just don’t continue to sleep.