Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It? - Chapter 796

When Wen Yi said this, his eyes still looked at the screen in front of him, and his tone did not fluctuate much.

And Mo Shichen stared at her deeply in the dim light.

“Movie selection…well.”

She just wanted to turn her face to talk to him when she was kissed by the thin lips of the man.

Mo Shichen avoided the wound and hugged her and kissed.

After kissing like this for about a minute, he rubbed her cheek with the tip of his nose, and smiled dumbly, “What movie did you choose?”

“Violent thriller.”

“…”

Mo Shichen didn’t know what was ridiculous about this, but he just laughed while playing with a woman’s hair, “This is your taste?”

Wen Yi said indifferently, “So you don’t bother me if you look at it and don’t.”

“…”

She knows him a little bit anyway. The film’s attraction to him is average. He probably doesn’t have any interest in love literary and artistic films. Detective crime films. She wondered whether he was disdainful or violent thriller. Well, it’s direct enough, and it also grabs attention.

“Okay, you just watch movies when you watch movies.”

Half an hour later, Wen Yi felt that he still deeply overestimated his tolerance for discomfort.

The scene was **** and it was really disgusting, she silently turned her gaze to the screen.

After more than ten seconds, out of curiosity, she turned her head to look at the man next to her.

Then he stared at him unpreparedly and crashed into his line of sight.

With a heartbeat, she was so scared that she covered her chest.

Mo Shichen originally supported his head and stared at her with low eyes. He seemed amused when he saw it, so he laughed out loud.

“…”

She glared at him, then turned her gaze to the screen again.

It just happened to be a close-up of **** flesh, and the wound was rotten with maggots, and Wen Yi’s head turned away decisively.

Her reaction fell into the man’s eyes, and Mo Shichen held his head and let out a happy laugh.

The sound surrounding the entire theater suddenly fell silent. Wen Yi saw that the movie had been paused by the man.

“Too boring, don’t watch it.”

“Well, it’s boring, change one?”

“up to you.”

Mo Shichen didn’t know much about movies, so he picked a movie title at random and played it.

What Wen Yi just showed was an Italian movie, unsubtitled translation version.

This one… also.

At this time, the film title is being played.

Wen Yi looked at the words on it, her mouth closed, and a few seconds later she stared at the man’s face.

Mo Shichen was judging what it was. He lowered his head after he noticed her gaze. He raised his eyebrows and asked, “What’s wrong, don’t you like it?”

“Prince Mo, you are really not considerate at all.”

“…”

He looked at her, then at the screen again, “I thought you like this kind of exotic literary film.”

“Are you humiliating me?”

The man frowned, “Are you looking for my fault?”

Wen Yi twitched her lips, “Look at the movie you chose, Arabic, don’t you know that I don’t understand Arabic, or ignore it?” She stretched out her tone and said lazily, “Anyway No matter what it is, you are not considerate enough and don’t understand me.”

“…”

Mo Shichen wanted to say something, but found that he couldn’t find a word to respond for a while, and his Adam’s apple rolled up and down.

He didn’t know.

“Before graduating, you learned twelve languages, ten of which are proficient. In the years since you took over the company, you have learned four more. There are sixteen in total. I can do all of which are proficiency levels and which can communicate without hindrance. Count it out.”

That’s not even the five years he lost, otherwise he might know more.

“Wen Yi,” he said solemnly, “this is not fair.”

How long she has known him, and how much time he has known her.

Wen Yi smiled and said nonchalantly, “Probably.”

“Wen Yi.”

She stretched out her hand and took the remote control in his hand. “For another, just watch a Chinese movie, a costume movie.”

The woman lowered her head and turned it over, without any waves or ripples on her face.

“If I recover my memory, will you have more confidence in me?”

“It’s hard to say, you didn’t give me any confidence five years ago.”

The movie started soon.

Wen Yi watched a movie, Mo Shichen watched her.

One is seemingly inattentive, and the other is more and more secretive.

…………

After dark, Wen Yi wanted to go back to the apartment, but Mo Shichen still sent her a driver.

The manor is very beautiful with lights on everywhere.

Mo Shichen escorted her into the car, and his handsome face cast an indescribable loneliness under the warm yellow light.

“You won’t go to work on weekends, I will send someone to pick you up.”

The driver has opened the back seat door.

Wen Yi was standing next to the car, thinking of something when he was about to bend over to get into the car, and then smiled at the man standing half a meter away, “You won’t really be upset because I said you were not considerate until now, do you?”

“It’s cold, get in the car.”

“I made trouble with you on purpose. I asked my mother about this question, but she might not even know it.”

The man said lightly, “I’m not your mother.”

“…”

Wen Yi shrugged and said pointlessly, “Well, whatever you want.”

After speaking, she got into the car, and the black Rambo left.

Mo Shichen stood in the wind under the night and turned around for a long time.

…………

On Monday, Mo Shichen was going back to work, and Wen Yi also agreed to Wen’s mother returning to work at the company. For two days on weekends, Wen Yi still stayed with him in the manor as he wished, teasing the dog, reading books, watching movies, and enjoying the sun. , It’s also very pleasant.

Only at four o’clock on Sunday afternoon, Wen Yi received a call from Mo Shiqian.

“I’ll be at the airport in an hour, you come to see me off.”

“I see you off?”

“Well, I have a gift for you.”

“You? Gift? Give me?”

“…”

Mo Shiqian lost the patience to communicate with her, and said lightly, “I call you, you won’t regret it if you come, do you think I am very idle?”

“…”

Mo Shiqian wants to give her a gift?

Wen Yisu knew what he was like, and thought he might indeed have something important to tell him, and agreed without thinking, “Okay, I’ll come here.”

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yi was about to talk to Mo Shichen, only to find that he was staring straight at him, with a small smile on the corners of his lips, and his eyes were indistinguishable from the danger, “Give you a gift, Shen Yu? Do you still? Want to go there?”

“…”

She smiled at him, “Yes, what’s the problem?”

“You call him now and say you are not going.”

“I don’t fight.”

Mo Shichen stared at her, his handsome facial features grinning gloomily.

Wen Yi got up to leave.

But before two steps were taken, the man was dragged back to the bed, and the next second, he took the phone in her hand.

“Mo Shichen–“

He has seen the call log with her mobile phone.

Oh, not Shen Yu.

The corners of Mo Shichen’s lips curled up slightly, “Barley, do you like to see me jealous for you?”

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