Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss - Chapter 798

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Even if it was faintly guessed, Wen Ye still felt that her whole body’s nerves were shaking. She looked dull and unbelievable, “He … himself?”

Shen Yu nodded. “He asked the bodyguards to move. The bodyguards didn’t dare, so he shot himself on his chest.”

When the man opened his gun to himself, his face was calm and shocking.

The bodyguards were scared.

In order to get the woman he wants, he has to create the opportunity himself without the opportunity.

No matter what the means, no matter what the cost is, he doesn’t blink.

To Mo Shichen, Shen Yu no longer knew whether the definition was affectionate or fierce.

Especially when his target is himself, it is even worse.

Wen Yan’s eyes remained awake, and the fingers hanging on his side seemed to be tingling.

he himself……

He fired a shot at himself, just to …

Wen Zheng raised his hand to his forehead and did not know how to digest this absurd news.

A long time later, she asked lowly, “Don’t you say, he forced you with life-saving grace?”

Shen Yu was silent, meaning nothing needs to be said.

Saying anything at this time has suspicion of falling in love with his rival. He naturally disdains, not to mention his temperament does not like to talk about others.

Wen Yan’s fingers tightened and he held his handbag, his mind was blank.

“I’m going back,” she just felt headache, her voice was weak and weak, “Shen Yu, I’ll see you another day.”

Shen Yu frowned, “Would you like your brother to take you back?”

She waved her hand. “I’m fine. I can just take a taxi back.”

“Then you are careful.”

“Well,” Wen Ye reluctantly smiled. “I’m leaving now, goodbye.”

…………

Wen Ye went out of the hospital with a dull look, stopped the car and reported the address of his apartment.

It didn’t take long for me to get on the bus and the phone in my bag rang.

She didn’t pick it up. It should be said that she never saw it out of her bag.

The phone vibrated for several minutes, and then stopped and sounded again.

The manor.

Mo Shichen’s handsome face was so dull that he could drip water, and he dialed three consecutive Wen Wen’s calls, all of which were unanswered.

Five minutes ago, he called the driver who had been dispatched to Wen Wen to return.

The driver said no.

Then he made a call to Wen Yan, and no one answered.

Call the driver and let him find someone.

The driver went around the cafe and no one was there.

He basically guessed what Mo Shiqian said to Wen Ying.

The **** stabbed him with a knife behind his back.

None of the three calls were answered, and Mo Shichen could basically confirm that she would not answer his calls.

Without hesitation, he walked directly to the cloakroom with long legs, randomly picked his clothes and came down.

When she first arrived in the living room, Mother Su saw that the man was going to go out, and asked, “Master, don’t you say that my wife will come over for dinner later, do you want to go out now?”

Mo Shichen hooked his lips and said lightly, “She won’t come tonight.

Having said that, he left without looking back.

Mother Su looked at his back for a few days. What happened?

…………

Mo Shichen went directly to Wen Rong’s apartment.

If she had just learned something, she would probably not go to Wen’s house when she was in a chaotic mood, and would only choose to stay alone.

He stood in front of the apartment door, looked at the closed door, and rang the bell.

Wen Yan heard the sound, but she was soaking in the bathtub at this moment, soaking her eyes in the hot water, the white mist was swollen, and there was a sense of wonderland rising from the clouds and driving the mist.

And the ringing door bell was outside Jiuxiao.

Wen Yan lay in the hot water until the mist subsided, and even the water in the bathtub slowly lowered the temperature.

In the process, the doorbell rings every ten minutes.

When the hot water became cold, she got up from the water, wiped her body, and walked out wearing a bathrobe.

Mo Shichen watched the time and rang the bell.

For another ten minutes, he pressed it again. He thought that there would be no response tonight, but this time he pressed it. As soon as the sound sounded, the door in front of him was opened.

Wen Yan appeared before his eyes.

She wore a pair of trousers at home with a beige V-neck sweater on it, her black hair was lazy and messy, her hair was a little wet, and she looked cold and sexy.

Her eyes were light and cool, and she looked at him without any obstacles.

The man’s gaze locked her face. “I thought you wouldn’t open the door for me.”

“I need to rest. I can’t stand the constant noise harassment from you.”

“You’re angry.”

This sentence is an interrogative question.

Wen Zheng looked at his face, his eyes shifted, he looked at the trash can not far away, and then looked at him again. , Let me go, okay? “

The man was not angry, but smiled slightly, “You provoke me to make me fall in love with you, but want me to let you go?”

She stared at him, followed by a sudden smile, “Mo Shichen, are you trying to force me to give me a shot, to bet you will let me go?”

The arc of a man’s lips is gentle and cruel. “If you die, then I really can only let you go.”

Wen Min’s atrium was shaken, as if a small earthquake had happened and collapsed.

Will you let her go?

“Last time you promised me to send Li Qianrui back to Jiangcheng. You did n’t raise her secretly. You lied to me. This time, you rescued Shen Yuming. He was not injured. In order to force me to compromise with you, I gave it to myself. Make up your own shot, or lie to me, these two are not trivial matters, Mo Shichen, you can do anything to achieve your own purpose-“

“I can do anything to achieve my purpose.” Mo Shichen’s dark eyes were filled with chill, but his lips were light and gentle smile, and he took a step forward, She approached her, lowered her head, and pulled the distance close enough to feel each other’s breath. “You should have had this consciousness already, sir.”

His voice is gentle, as soft as the syllables entwined between his teeth are the lover he most admires. “You should also have consciousness. I even ate the gun, how could I let you go.”

The tone was getting lower and lower, his lips were getting closer and closer to her, and he seemed to kiss her jaw, but he never touched it until he leaned down near her ear, his voice became dumb and his breath poured into her His ears are like blowing into her body and infiltrating her soul, “I love you, it’s impossible to let you go, Wen Ye, you should die early-this heart.”

I don’t know if it was his words or what he said. Wen Ying was not embraced by him, but felt that the whole person was under his shroud, and she could only shudder and evade, and finally couldn’t help but take a step back, Yang With a slap in his hand, he would throw his face toward him.