Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss - Chapter 766

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Mo Shichen’s fingers teased Eleven, and the handsome silhouette was so clear that it could condense the deep mountain stream of Liang Qin, pulling his eyelids, grabbing all the eye colors at the bottom of his eyes, and smiling lightly, “Do you want?”

He asked back, and replied, “Probably.”

Mother Su asked quite expectantly, “Why don’t you try to make peace with her?”

The man finally raised his eyelids. “Do you think I should make peace with her?”

For a while, Mother Su didn’t understand why he asked so. In fact, she didn’t know much about the couple, but …

“I just look at the days when my wife is away. You are not very happy. Although you don’t know why you are separated from your wife … but if you still love her, try to save it.”

He asked indifferently, “If she doesn’t want to.”

“This …” Mother Su considered the words carefully. “Just do your best. In this case, you will not regret it, and your wife will not regret it.”

Do your best?

This word has a strange sense of disagreement with him.

Mo Shichen retracted his hand, lit a cigarette with skillful movements, and spit out a few rings of cigarettes, and said dumbly, “Mom Su, do you think she was happy when she was with me?”

“Mrs. She … is not a person of great joy and sorrow, and it will not be obvious whether you are happy or not, but I … I don’t think she is unhappy, and I think she remembers you and must have you in her heart.”

“Really,” he lit a cigarette and let the ashes fall into the ashtray, as if talking to the only other person in the restaurant, as if talking to himself, or maybe he couldn’t find a word. Or the appropriate object, “I don’t remember what happened five years ago, I don’t really know what kind of person I was before, but from the past I learned from the information, I can probably draw a similar outline. “

He didn’t speak fast, as if he didn’t care if anyone else was listening. Although Mother Su listened very carefully, after a while, he stopped and smoked. His voice seemed to be more dumb, but also lighter. ” My mother died of illness when I was five or six years old, but she was also very depressed when she was alive, because my father was a very ruthless person, and the only point of love was given to other women before marriage, There is only the indifference to her, such as respect, and a natural workaholic. Although she does not support her lover outside, she rarely lives at home, and does not communicate with her when she is home. “

“He is more interested in me than in my mother, because he wants to cultivate a qualified heir in his mind, but even the father and the son, my feelings for him should be very thin, or even when I am growing up, He had resentment, but I still cultivated and educated him. I was like him. Even if I lost my memory, I still looked like it. “

When Mother Su listened to these words, her tone was calm and organized, as if analyzing a stranger who had nothing to do with him, not himself.

Mo Shichen watched the smoke he emitted spread out and disappeared, staring at him with a low smile, and said lightly, “Maybe, I really don’t love it very much, or I’m not good at how to love a woman.”

Let him chase him.

On the premise that she was willing to stay with him, she wanted him to do something, or to lose his temper with him, and instructed him to cook and make buns.

But what he is best at is plundering and capturing. He has countless ways to force her to return to him obediently.

But when none of this worked, he was at a loss for a moment.

In particular, Wen Rong was hospitalized because of his serious illness.

He could torture her hard to see her for a while, she was so anxious, and even hated him for gritting her teeth, but she forced a woman into the hospital with a high fever because of exhaustion and stress, and she stood in front of her family and held him in front-

He failed.

If he loves this woman, then he loves too much, and the failure itself is enough to frustrate him.

Su mother said, “But I think … you are very nice to your wife.”

Mo Shichen stood up from the dining chair, “I used to think so.”

“So … are you ready to do that, will you stop looking for her?”

The slender fingers of the bones annihilated the unburned cigarette in the ashtray, and said lightly, “Look at her life, I give her a chance to get rid of me.”

When he came back from Paris, he regarded her as his wife and his possessions, whether in love or not, he should hold it in his hands. Maybe he didn’t let it go, but just didn’t want to let it go.

If he slowly forgot about her after letting go of this idea, he would no longer go to her.

If he doesn’t forget how long–

Then really can only blame her for being too unfortunate in her life. He must fall in love with him and marry him, because the person he believes must be held in his arms no matter what method is used.

Mo Shichen froze for eleven, “I’m done, let’s go and take you to dinner.”

…………

Six days later.

When Kangding went to the president’s office to send documents in the afternoon, he found that the recent increase in workload and even tight schedules has led to the fact that Mo Zong neither looked at the laptop screen nor looked at the documents, but looked out the window. A pretentious gesture.

He looked closer and realized that the screen of the notebook was black.

This shows that the president has maintained this state for some time?

“Ah …” Kang Ding said with a low cough, which caught the man’s attention. “President, the financial statements for this quarter have been compiled according to your requirements.”

The man hummed, and then looked back lazily, reaching out to take the document from his hand.

But Kang Ding found that although he had stayed in front of him, he didn’t mean to look at it. “President, is there anything else to order?”

Mo Shichen looked up and stared at him for a while, seeing that Kangding was getting hairy, and he finally spoke, “Did you ever lose love?”

“……many years ago.”

“In general, how long does it take to let go of a woman?”

“This … it depends.”

Mo Shichen looked at him blankly.

Kang Ding continued, “No emotion … left behind for a few days, some … such as your brother … can’t let go for years.”

He sneered, “I have a pit in my head.”

“…”

He picked up the pen next to him and played for six days, and he really counted his days.

How many days are counted?

Mo Shichen looked up and said lightly, “You go …”

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the sound of knocking at the door.

He closed his eyes, “Come in.”

His other female secretary just hurriedly opened the door and said in a hurry, “President, Miss Wen is in the lobby … must come to you, the front desk can’t stop it … is she invited to come in or … call the security …”