Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It? - Chapter 778
Wearing his thickest coat and thick warm boots, Wen Yi went out under an umbrella.
The rain is not heavy, it is the kind that floats, but it is very cold, especially in this season.
She couldn’t help complaining as she walked, walking out of the heater on such a cold day, and it would be cold no matter how much she wears, she really annoyed the man Mo Shichen.
There is always a lamp standing high outside the gate of the villa, the aperture range is larger than the row of lamps in the garden, dim and quiet, and even the floating rain can be seen clearly.
Mo Shichen was also a little tired from standing, his tall body leaning on the car body, the light fell on him like a cold soft light, and his hair could see moisture.
When she passed the umbrella, the man was lighting a cigarette, which was not very convenient, but after lighting the lighter several times, it ignited as desired.
Smoke haunted his handsome face.
Visually, it looks beautiful, but in terms of touch, there is only one word, cold.
Wen Yi opened the door, and the man who was smoking in excitement heard the movement, raised his head and looked at her, raised his eyebrows, then his eyes narrowed, his thin lips made a smile, and he did not take the initiative to walk over, just watching her step towards her. Step by step.
She wore a coat that reached her calf, thick winter boots on her feet, and a beige scarf around her neck. She had short hair and fluttering hair. This outfit was all for protection from the cold and was quite bloated.
When she walked to her, Mo Shichen looked down at the tip of her red nose, and asked in a dumb voice, “Is it cold?”
As he walked closer, Wen Yi could see the thin water marks on his black coat, and his face was in the warm light of the cold wind, a kind of clear and sexy, his eyes looked at her as if only her in his eyes .
Holding the umbrella handle in her hand, she said softly and coolly, “My mother asked me to tell you to leave, don’t fall ill in front of my house, it’s bad luck.”
He laughed, holding a cigarette in one hand, “No.”
Wen Yi looked at him for a while, “Aren’t you leaving?”
He still smiled at the corner of his lips and shook his head.
“OK then.”
She replied without emotion, and then turned around, making a gesture to go back.
To be precise, she really went back.
There was no movement from the man behind him, the only thing he could perceive was that he was staring at her for an instant.
He did not say anything until Wen Yi entered the door.
She stood still and turned to look at him.
Mo Shichen was still standing there, calm and careless, looking at her deep eyes as if there were shallow stars, maybe the rain fell into his eyes, and the light reflected this effect, always staring at her with smoke.
She held the umbrella tightly, and at this moment, she did feel like she was loved by Yan Ling.
Even if it is an illusion, it is still a feeling.
Woman, what a superficial creature.
Mo Shichen still raised his foot and walked to her, whispering warmly, “It’s cold, go in.”
She asked him, “Does it make sense?”
“Love is a meaningless thing.”
“What if my mother forgave you, I still won’t like you again.”
“That’s another matter.”
“Well,” she said lightly, looking at him lightly, “whatever you want.”
After speaking, he turned and left, took the door, and didn’t look back this time.
And Mo Shichen watched her back through the iron gate and walked into the depths of the villa until he disappeared.
This is Wen Yi’s recent impression that when she saw him alone for the first time, she was not harassed by his frivolous sex. In the past, he would have to kiss when he took the opportunity, and he would never let him go when he had the opportunity to go to bed. Over.
It’s cheap, he never missed it.
During the entire process just now, he didn’t reach out to touch a piece of her hair, and the reason was obvious, his whole body was clammy.
He actually thought about it too, of course. He was so cold that every nerve was so cold that he was soaked by the thin cool rain, and she looked warm and soft, and how much chill could be dispelled by a hug.
But can’t just can’t.
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Mother Wen asked her the next morning, “What did you tell him last night, how did I hear that he just left this morning?”
Wen Yi lowered his eyes, held up the milk, and lowered his eyes, “Dawn with reason and move with affection, but he doesn’t listen. What can I do? I can’t bring him in and rest at our house. Then we are too good. Bullied.”
Mother Wen said nothing in the end.
Wen Yi felt that her heart was really calm, and she no longer made the slightest ripples for him. Even when she remembered it, some unknown emotions would still be under her consciousness, but that could no longer affect her emotions. .
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Mo Shichen was sick “as he wished”. He was so well, it was very difficult to think not to catch a cold.
He called her, “Would you like to come and see me? You can stop by and take a look at Shen Yu.”
She didn’t hesitate much, “Okay.”
After she easily agreed, the man was silent. He probably thought she avoided him like a snake and scorpion. He would probably find excuses to refuse. He licked his lips, “Did I give you a chance to see Shen Yu?”
“I should go and see you when you are in the hospital. After all, I’m still a person who cares about my life.”
“Okay,” his voice was characteristically hoarse after illness, “I’m waiting for you.”
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Wen Yi went to the hospital and went to see Mo Shichen first.
She knocked on the door and entered. When she entered, he was sitting on the hospital bed, staring at the notebook on the table. When thinking, he looked stern and focused. Even she entered, it took a few seconds to react. .
Wen Yi raised his eyebrows, “You still want to work, are you just a common cold?”
“A common cold, isn’t it worth your visit to see me?”
She put down her bag, sat down by the way, and answered casually, “It’s all the same.”
Mo Shichen squinted his eyes and his eyes were dark. Is it the same for her whether he is seriously ill or has a small cold.
She has clean makeup, and the daily light bean paste color applied to her lips is very gentle. I don’t know if it is because of the makeup or because she does rest well, her complexion looks pretty good.
She was still sitting with her shoulders straight, and smiled at him, “Since she is hospitalized, don’t you let yourself rest for a few days?”
Mo Shichen looked into her eyes, “Miss Wen doesn’t seem to be here to visit.”
He was already making a statement.
“What you said in Shen Yu’s ward yesterday still counts? When this matter is over, you won’t bother me again.”
It doesn’t count, he didn’t even think about agreeing, but it was just a delay.
But of course he would not say that.
Mo Shichen didn’t reply, waiting for her to say something.
“I thought about it for a long time last night,” she said quietly, pursing her red lips, “I used to think you liked me a little bit, so I am willing to be with you, and I have been waiting for you to say love me. That day, but the time has passed, the question you asked me to consider last night downstairs in my apartment, I can give you the answer.”
Because even if it was an illusion, she also felt a little loved.
Therefore, she can also consider this issue.
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