Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It? - Chapter 787

The man nodded in agreement and said faintly, “Yes, compared to them, of course I prefer to stay with you.”

Wen Yi was almost angry at his shamelessness.

But when she was angry, he pulled her into his arms again, put his chin on her shoulder, and said in a low voice, “It hasn’t been long since I came back, and my position is not as humble as Mo Shi. If If you don’t work hard any day, what if a woman loves me and wants to marry me, what if Mo Shiqian pushes me out for marriage?”

Wen Yi, “…”

She said neither salty nor indifferent, “That would be best, I will be free and pure.”

Mo Shichen lowered his head and gnawed and kissed fiercely on her lips.

She couldn’t break him, and the day after the man proposed to leave the hospital, his assistant completed the procedures.

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Wen Yi packed his things for him.

Mo Shichen sat on the sofa and changed his clothes. The inside was dark green base knitting, and the outside was a black cashmere coat. He looked at the back of the woman packing things in an orderly manner.

Wen Yi has been very gentle to him recently, even conniving, but his attitude is a little lazy and silent.

This kind of relationship is like intimacy, but there is still an indescribable alienation.

When he returned to the manor, she followed him back without saying a word, but there were many servants in the manor, and there was basically nothing she needed to do, and although his injury had not healed, he had recovered a lot, and it was no problem to eat by himself. Up.

As a result, Wen Yi thought about it carefully, her care should be over.

They returned home from the hospital in the morning. Wen Yi had lunch with him at the manor at noon. After lunch, she proposed to go to the garden and walk in.

The weather is very good, especially the sun is warm in the afternoon.

Wen Yi sat down on the set of white Nordic-style tables and chairs on the grass in the garden, “Let’s talk.”

The man sat down opposite her.

Mother Su asked the servant to bring two cups of tea in the afternoon. The hot mist slowly dispersed and the fragrance of tea overflowed.

Wen Yi stared at the tea water surface and said softly and softly, “You have Mama Su and other servants in your house. If you return to the company, you will also have Kangding and assistants, and your injury will not affect your basic daily life. I… There is no need to continue to take care of you.”

“When speaking, you should look into my eyes. This is the politeness of the conversation, Miss Wen.”

Wen Yi pursed his lips and raised his head to meet his gaze.

He smiled slightly, “You should know, I don’t want care.”

After a long time, she slowly opened her mouth, “Thank you for helping me save Shen Yu. It will not be a big problem after your injury is restored, but emotional excitement is one thing, love is another… I, if it’s not necessary, let’s not meet again.”

After all, she didn’t look at him, took a deep breath, stood up, and walked towards the gate of the manor step by step.

The curvature of Mo Shichen’s lips disappeared, and the temperature in his eyes gradually cooled.

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Wen Yi called Aleb and asked him to pick her up.

The area of ​​the manor is so large that if she has to walk outside the door, she really can’t walk through in a few minutes, so Mama Su ran panting to catch up with her and said what happened to the man, she hadn’t walked out yet. The majestic and imposing carved gate of the manor.

“Mrs…Mrs…” Mother Su was also anxious, forgetting that she was no longer Mrs. Mo.

Wen Yi stopped walking when he heard the sound, and seeing Mama Su jogging at her age, she seemed to feel like something was about to happen, so she turned back a few steps, and asked when she met her. What’s wrong, what happened?”

“Lord, he… his wound seems to be cracked,” Mama Su was very old and panting badly. “When he just returned to the living room, I saw his clothes were stained red with blood.”

Wen Ye’s brain was knocked severely, and in an instant she gave a subconscious reaction, “Have you called a doctor?”

Mother Su said in a panic, “I want to call a doctor, but he refused, and went upstairs alone…”

This man…

He threatened her, he threatened her again.

Wen Yihuo started from his heart, almost trembling with anger.

She bit her lip and walked back in white mind, her hurried pace almost brought the wind, making people feel furious when looking at it from a distance.

As soon as she entered the lobby, she caught a servant and asked, “Is someone else?”

The servant was just shocked by Mo Shichen. At this moment, seeing Wen Ye’s expression was also a little trembling, and he hurriedly replied, “The old man is upstairs.”

Wen Yi went upstairs.

When she arrived at the door, an old servant who was more qualified and seemed to have some medical knowledge was persuading her in the study, “Grandpa…”

Without letting him say a word after the address, he was interrupted by the man’s indifferent voice, “Get out.”

Mo Shichen sat in the chair behind the desk, his handsome face was indifferent, and no matter how calm his face was, he couldn’t hide the gloomy and treacherousness. It was timid and he didn’t dare to say anything.

The servant sighed, showing unbearable face, and retreated. As soon as he turned around, he saw Wen Yi standing at the door. He immediately said in surprise, “Miss Wen, you are here…please persuade the eldest son, he The injury is not a joke…”

Hearing the sound, the man who opened the notebook blankly also looked towards the door.

Four eyes face each other.

Wen Yi walked straight towards him. Before she reached the desk, the anger on her face turned into fright, because she saw his chest—Mother Su said that his clothes were stained red with blood, and she could hear There are totally two different feelings from what you see.

After Mo Shichen came back, he changed into a light-colored cashmere sweater, so the particularly glaring area on his chest was shocking.

“Mo Shichen, you–“

He looked at her, smiled slightly, and said nonchalantly, “Why are you back?”

Wen Yi’s hands are shaking. She thinks that she rarely feels extremely angry. Last time she thought he sent someone to shoot Shen Yu and smashed his office and became furious. For her temper, this kind of thing would not happen in a year. once.

She picked up the notebook on the table and slammed it against the window glass.

The glass did not know what material it was made of, but it did not break, and the notebook fell to the ground.

She stared at the faintly smiling man, her chest rising and falling sharply, “Mo Shichen, are you crazy?”

He looked at her, and then at the notebook she had smashed. “I only know now that you still have a habit of smashing things.”

She picked up the quilt and smashed it on the glass.

This time the glass still didn’t move, but the cup fell to pieces.

She clenched her hands into fists and landed on the table, saying every word, “Mo Shichen, when can you stop doing this?”

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