Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss - Chapter 848

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Mo Shichen was wearing a slim coat and a handsome face with a humble face. It was a polite junior gesture. “I know that the past is not only forgive me, but also for you and my father’s acceptance. , “

He smiled slightly. “Reassure you, I won’t let her down this time, let alone you and your uncle’s father.”

With a smile on his face, Mother Wen nodded. “Go back, it’s cold outside, you can’t stand it after standing for a long time. She’s a pregnant woman, and tonight is your remarriage day, go with her.”

“Okay,” Mo Shichen said, taking a step back. “Be careful on the road.”

Mother Wen waved her hand and got into the car.

Standing behind the floor-to-ceiling window in the bedroom, Wen Ye can see the lights on the car parked in the distance, and can vaguely identify who the two people are standing next to the car. She touches her hair that has already grown over her shoulder. , The other hand gently stroking the abdomen that was not flat as before, and the heart is the future stability and warmth.

The car quickly left the manor.

When Mo Shichen returned to the bedroom, the woman was already bathing in the bedroom.

As soon as she came out, she was embraced by a man leaning against a wall.

Wen Yan didn’t notice, he suddenly appeared again, scaring her, and he couldn’t help but caress his chest and said, “Mo Shichen is pregnant, can you not scare me so?”

The man glanced at her, and then lowered his head and touched her belly. “Don’t you scare my daughter?”

“…”

Wen Yan endured without rolling his eyes. He flew away and taught the man to hug him from the back and hug him horizontally.

She laughed and said, “What are you doing?”

The man’s lip line was gentle. “Hugging for a while,” he paused for a few seconds, and then he said, “After a while, I can’t hold it anymore.”

“…”

Wen Yan laughed mercilessly at him, “You can’t hold your woman and daughter, are you proud?”

“…”

Mo Shichen bowed her head and kissed her eyebrows, and changed her mind without any psychological pressure. “Rest assured, even if my woman is 200 pounds fat, I can hold it.”

She couldn’t help but want to roll her eyes, but her lips rose up first.

“What did my mother tell you?”

The man hugged her and sat down on a single sofa. The tip of his nose smelled the scent of the bath milk on her body, couldn’t help lowering his head and burrowing deeply, sniffing her neck deeply, his mute voice was a little fuzzy, and he smiled, “What else can I say? I’ll leave her baby girl to me, it will hurt.”

“…”

Wen curled his neck and hid him, “Don’t tickle everywhere, itch.”

The more she said that, the thinner the lips and the tip of the nose became, the more inadvertently she rubbed her skin, making her itchy.

The wind is still blowing low, but no matter how wildly cold it is, it can’t blow into the warm interior of the four seasons.

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At the end of summer and early autumn, Wen Xun gave birth to a full-term baby boy in the hospital.

Ye Siran differed from Wen Yi’s due date by less than half a month.

Wen Hanxi didn’t like the boy being mischievous and noisy, but also wanted a girl, but was born very disappointed, and was mercilessly mocked by Mo Gongzi.

After the birth of Wen Xun’s child, Wen Hanxuan returned the ridicule with Mo Zi’s confidence that he could grow a girl’s honey with double confidence.

They talked about disapproval, in fact they were very proud to see people.

Wei Wen’s mother sometimes looks sad. When the two boys get together, they always have to fight for a few years, and they feel a headache when they think about it.

Wen Ye became a mother for the first time, and her experience was nothing, but fortunately, there was always guidance from all sides of Wen Mother who always loved to worry, as well as being a novice sister-in-law’s companion, and the time spent by Mozi was spent. On their mother and son, there is a mother Su who can help at home. Although there are some troubles, they can still cope with it. The fresh joy is unnecessary to worry about.

A year passed quickly.

In the early autumn season, Mo Shichen suddenly said that she would take her for a short trip for three days. The place was a small town in the United Kingdom.

Wen Ye was certainly reluctant to be separated from the children.

The man didn’t say much, just looked at her lightly, and said lightly, “Mrs. Marriage is not the end of marriage and the birth of a child. If you want to dedicate yourself to your son, I do n’t want to Make sure you don’t feel distracted during this kind of cold treatment. “

“…”

Wen Yi kicked him on the spot.

However, he still went there. The child was temporarily housed in Wen’s house, and Wen mother and Ye Siran took care of it. It was not a big problem in a few days.

Think about the fact that they were pregnant after a long time of reconciliation, and then gave birth to a child. How could a couple who had just given birth have so much time to enjoy the world of two people? After removing this resentment, Wen Ye thought the proposal was good. .

Bourton-on-the-water, known as Little Venice in the UK, has a quiet flowing Windrush-River that runs through the town. The water can reach the bottom. Low stone bridges connect the banks of the river. The river banks are lined with lush large trees. Tree, long history and quiet.

Visual beauty, and more importantly, there is a sense of relaxation and joy that abandons the world.

Wen Huan was very happy, walking beside the crystal clear flowing water shore, holding his hand by the man with a smirk beside her, as if her soul was light.

Don’t even have a taste or passion even after doing countless things between husband and wife. The midnight lingering to death makes Wen Yue tired, and the physical and mental pleasure makes the quality of sleep better. She slept until 10 am the next day. Just woke up.

When she got up, she found the man was missing.

“Mo Shichen?”

She opened the quilt and looked for no one, but found a huge paper box on the most obvious table, with white and purple straps wrapped around it, and tied a beautiful bow.

The corners of her lips rose, and she reached for her long hair and pulled the bow.

After opening it, even if she knew it might be a surprise, Wen Ye opened her eyes suddenly.

It was white tulle into the eyes, and at a glance, it was a wedding dress.

There is a note next to it.

She looked at the words above and couldn’t help smiling deeper.

…………

It’s been almost two years since the pregnancy, and Wen Ye not only found it difficult to maintain and cut his hair, but instead raised a short-to-medium hair to medium-long, and dyed it to a deep maroon one week before coming to the UK. It’s hot.

The car stopped in front of a local church, and the driver sent by Mo Shichen to pick her up quickly opened the back seat door for her, and then carefully supported her for wearing a trailing wedding dress that made her slightly inconvenient. Wen Ye got off.

The afternoon sun has become its own laziness.

In the ancient church of Yin Qin Manor, the rows of seats witnessed the prayers of countless people.

A priest with white hair and a black robe stood under the cross, looking at her with a kind smile on his face.

At the end of the red carpet is a man in a white suit. He rarely wears such a light-colored system. Although she already knew it was suitable, at first sight, there is still a kind of handsome that is different from usual and exciting. .

He had a light smile on his lips, and looked at her with deep eyes, not anxious or impatient, as if there were only her in his eyes.

The tube top-style white wedding dress outlines her long thin waist, which is slightly swollen below, delicate clavicle, elegant lines on the neck and shoulders, and white curly long curly chestnut hair.

The wedding march at the scene rang.

She didn’t know who was playing and had no time to care.

Stepping on the heels of her skirt, she quietly held her breath and walked towards him step by step.

Just like ten years ago.

——End.

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what? Is she the wicked girl of the century?

The old man’s husband is too cold and unhappy and wants to divorce.

She packed up her luggage and handed in the divorce agreement. “My husband, it’s my fault to force you to get married. I need to change my knowledge. I hope you can give me a chance to be alive again. Let’s divorce!”

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She was furious. “Dead to death!”

The man sneered, “treacherous.”

“…”