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

This voice...

Chi Huan was held in his arms by Mo Shiqian, her face buried in his chest, a woman who couldn't come, but after five years, she was able to recognize it without difficulty.

After all, this couple is not easy to be forgotten.

Hearing this gentle and cool voice, the blood-stained man gathered his eyebrows and raised his cold eyes and looked over.

A beautiful face came into view.

In the small fishing village by the river city, this can be said to be the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

Although he had only met Chi Huan a few minutes ago, Chi Huan's face is often active on the screen and the screen, and it represents a different meaning.

The contours of Wenyi's facial features are soft, especially when she is smiling.

She wore a pair of black ladies' trousers on her lower body. The **** pink shirt was light in color. The chic design of the neckline made her look a little more fashionable. The cuffs were rolled up, and the thin white wrists were wearing valuable wrists. table.

Both trousers and shirts are fabrics with a strong sense of fall, especially when she stands upright, as if she has been strictly regulated in her sitting posture since she was a child, or she has been trained in her posture in dancing the day after tomorrow. She has a white swan-like slender neck standing on the collar Here, this makes her look extraordinarily elegant.

But the small black suits draped over the shoulders, the two bodyguards standing behind him who may be 1.9 meters tall with a strong sense of pressure, and her casual arms around her chest, all made her graceful and gentle rushed into a chill. Fierce.

Wen Yi looked at the still handsome face, and when he met him, he was completely unfamiliar. He could not find a familiar eye anymore. He smiled faintly, "I have not only transferred away all the type A blood in the hospital," I also bought this hospital."

Mo Shiqian turned his head halfway and looked at her, his squinted eyes were filled with dim light, and he didn't say anything.

When Chi Huan heard these words, there was only one feeling in her heart——

Powerful and domineering.

Mo Shichen didn't think so, his eyebrows jumped violently, and then he shook off his bodyguard, and strode directly towards Wen Yi.

With that harsh murderous aura, the two foreign bodyguards behind Wen Yi couldn't help but step forward, but she raised her hand to stop it.

She smiled faintly, "Mr. Li, if you hit our president, he doesn't need to care about you. If you hit me... my father was not willing to hit me. Who would dare to hit me? I'll interrupt his hand if he has hair."

After speaking, her wrist was pinched by the man's extremely strong hand.

He looked down at her, his handsome face was sullen and hostile, his hands were strong as if he was about to crush her bones, "What do you want to do, eh?"

"You hurt me."

The man was forced to ask every word from his teeth, "I asked what you want to do?"

"I said, you hurt my hand."

"You now, immediately, immediately, let someone transfer blood type A back to the blood bank."

"Do you know who I am?"

"I do not want to know."

Wen Yi smiled lightly, "Then do you know who you are?"

His pupils and eyes changed slightly, but his eyebrows were still cold, "I don't care who you are, and I don't care who I am. I have blood type A back, otherwise..."

At the end of the talk, the man's voice was also suppressed to the extreme, and the silent but deep threatening meaning could be heard by everyone present.

Wen Yi put aside his face and smiled.

It's interesting, it's really interesting, catching the fish and threatening her as the vice president of Clod-Summer with full confidence.

She said lazily, "Are you going to wait for him to crush my bones before doing it?"

The two were about to step forward immediately.

But they were not faster than the man's hand speed. Before the hands of the two bodyguards touched the corners of his clothes, Wen Yi's neck was pinched by the man's fingers.

A gloomy voice overflowed from his throat, "You guys try again."

His throat was instantly strangled, and Wen Yi's eyebrows furrowed tightly.

The two bodyguards looked at each other, not daring to move arbitrarily, and didn't know what to do. They looked at Mo Shiqian together, "Chief...President."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Chi Huan watched this scene in shock, glanced at Mo Shichen and Wen Ye, and then at Mo Shiqian who was holding his waist, his fingers tightly gripping the man's clothes, "Mo Shiqian...what happened to him?" "

Crazy, he just started to treat his brother as their brother, he has no feelings.

Wen Yi is his wife.

Mo Shiqian's handsome face didn't make any waves, he only faintly answered Chi Huan's question, "Probably when he fell into the sea, his brain hit the sea and he was paralyzed." Chi Huan, "..."

She raised her face and pursed her lips to look at the calmly irrelevant man, "Aren't you... let him stop?"

She knew Mo Shiqian somewhat, and he had no intention of intervening in such a clear gesture.

Mo Shiqian raised his hand and touched her head, "He wants to strangle his wife, what can I do."

Chi Huan, "..."

Mo Shichen obviously heard this sentence.

He looked down at the beautiful face in his hands, his pupils tightened, the strength in his hands was a little loose.

After her face changed a few times, she finally returned to indifference, and she said in a deep voice, "Return the blood back to the blood bank. If you are dissatisfied with me, come at me... Qian Rui is just an ordinary girl, she Didn’t do anything wrong—if she has something wrong, it won’t do you any good, do you understand what I mean?"

Her beautiful face did not waver at all, because her throat was pinched, it was somewhat difficult to speak, "Either you let go of your hand, or you strangled me... Then let our family take their father and daughter. The two threw them into the sea to feed the fish."

The man's pupils shrank and shrank, and his voice came out of his throat bone, "What do you want?"

"Whatever you want, just do it."

Mo Shichen's eyes looked like inkwells that had been knocked over, and they were dark and indifferent.

But the next second, his finger still released.

The two bodyguards immediately drew Wen Yi two steps back from him.

Wen Yi regained his breathing, raised his hand to touch his sore throat, the small suit had already fallen to the ground, picked up by one of the bodyguards, and put it back on her shoulder.

She turned her half side, her gentle side face revealed a chill of coldness, "Since Li Qianrui is half dead, let her father apologize for me, bow ninety degrees, and talk about sincerity."

In the six months since Mo Shichen woke up, he had never been aroused by a woman with such violent ups and downs, and he even wanted to choke her to death on the spot.

Unfortunately, he can't yet.

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