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

Wen Yi smiled, neither cold nor hot, "Are you aggrieved?"

The man's expression remained unchanged, calm, "Oh, there is no right to be jealous, and the right to be wronged is also deprived?"

Wen Yi, "..."

She didn't want to fight anymore. After changing her shoes, she picked up the phone and pushed him away, "I'm going to take a bath, and you can eat by yourself."

After speaking, he walked straight past her.

A man's voice sounded behind him, faintly lazy, "If you don't eat with me, I won't eat anymore."

Wen Yi stood still, turned half-side and looked back at him, saying amusedly, "Do you think you...have weight to threaten me, or do you think that if you don't eat dinner, I will feel very distressed?"

Mo Shichen calmly said, "I'm just stating an objective fact. If you accompany you or accompany me to eat, I can't eat it, and I have never loved to force myself."

Wen Yi pulled out a smirk with no warmth, "Then don't eat it."

After that, he walked upstairs, without stopping, without hesitation or turning back.

As soon as she put her hand on the armrest, the servant in the living room walked up to Mo Shichen, "My lord, dinner and supper are ready..."

Mo Shichen glanced at him, "Stop eating."

"what?"

He looked at the woman who was walking upstairs on the stairs, and said lightly, "Supper, whoever wants to eat, eat it separately. Let's have dinner."

The servant wanted to persuade him, but the man looked over with a light look, and she was so scared that she immediately lowered her head, "Okay, I understand."

…………

Wen Zhang was about to take a bath, and just picked a change of clothes, the man who opened the door had already walked into the bathroom before her.

"..."

She had to say, "I want to take a bath, what are you doing?"

The man stood at the door of the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt with his fingers, and said, "What else can I do without taking a shower in the bathroom?"

The bathroom is much more capable.

Wen Yi stood there holding her nightdress and looked at him for a while before saying aloud, "It shouldn't be difficult for you to see that, I'm already preparing?"

He nodded, his voice calm, "It's easy to see."

"You have to take a shower and you will have trouble with me. As a man in his thirties, is Mo Shichen interesting for you?"

The man unhurriedly unfastened the buttons already to his abdomen, and only the last one or two were left. He looked at her and said faintly, "I am in a bad mood, take a shower and feel comfortable."

Wen Yi glanced out of the window, "You are declaring to me that you really don't want to eat dinner, right?"

All the buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned. He took off his clothes and threw them into the bathroom. It landed in a place where she could not see. His upper body with red fruit looked exceptionally well-structured in the light, "You won’t eat dinner with me." , You won’t let me wash in the bath. I’ll bother you to talk to you on the phone. Are you going to abuse me like this?"

She really hadn't seen a man more capable of turning black and white nonchalantly than him, even Mo Shichen, who was five years ago, did not take such a rogue.

About seeing her being blocked by him, Mo Shichen stretched out a hand to her, with a frivolous smile on his lips, his voice was lower, with a bewitching smell, "Otherwise, madam, I don’t mind if you wash with me."

"Are you really not going to eat?"

He lifted up the two slender legs that were still wrapped in trousers and walked to her, lowered his head and raised her chin with his fingers, raised his eyebrows and asked, "I used to leave you with a-- Am I just talking about the illusion?"

"If you don't eat, I won't eat with you, Mo Shichen, why are you getting more and more naive?"

The man nodded and said in agreement, "Maybe I have lost five years, and the actual psychological age is only twenty-six. You think it is normal for me to be naive."

Wen Yi, "..."

She bit her lip and looked at him, she was speechless until she had no thoughts in her mind.

Mo Shichen's hand fell from her chin and wrapped around her waist. As soon as Wen Yi looked up, he was taken a few steps back by the man until his back leaned against the cabinet.

Her heart beats suddenly, and when she bowed her head, she showed a handsome face in front of her, eyes that were smiling like ink, and--

Because of the height difference, the naked upper body that appeared in her sight inevitably made her still unable to restrain the heat of her cheeks, and her breathing became slightly short.

Wen Yi frowned and said, "What are you doing..."

The man opened his thin lips slightly and said with a smile, "Madam, during this time you should stay at home to clean up the garden and plant some flowers."

She curled her eyebrows to look at him without making a sound.

Although this matter had not been finalized, she did not have any intention of opposing it, but she didn't know why the man suddenly proposed it at this time.

Mo Shichen smiled lightly on her lips. He looked up and down as if she was studying carefully, and said in a low voice, "The light in the park just now wasn't very good. I found out that my wife is still beautiful like this. , Looks comfortable, and seems to be several years younger all of a sudden."

Wen Yi, "..."

He lowered his head and locked her eyes, preventing her from having any chance of avoiding it. His handsome face slowly approached at an invisible speed, and his excessively low voice gave the illusion of hoarseness, "Speaking of which, If you had a chance encounter with your surname, Shen, then you changed your dress style specifically for me, eh?"

Wen Yi: Who on earth told these men and women to dress up for them?

She thought so in her heart, but she still couldn't stop her dry mouth because of the close distance. After a while, she suddenly turned her face off, and said, "Aren't you going to take a bath? Are you not going?" "

He blew into her cochlea, "Ma'am, I'm a little hungry."

She turned her face, "Eat when you are hungry..."

Although the four-character sentence is finished, the volume decreases in units of syllables.

But Mo Shichen didn't seem to realize that there was anything wrong with such a distance, "Well, I'll go down to eat, and the bathroom will let you wash first. You promise me one condition."

She looked at him silently.

"The **** lingerie I bought you last time, haven't you worn it?"

Wen Yi, "..."

After thinking about it, she felt that something was wrong, "You still have all the benefits?"

He squinted his eyes and smiled faintly, "Then I won't go to eat, and the bathroom won't be given to you, and you won't be allowed to wear **** underwear tonight, so you won't feel that the benefits are taken up by me?"

Wen Yi was seriously suspicious of this, "You have such a good talk?"

Why does she think this man is darker, dug a bigger pit waiting for her?

This time, Mo Shichen lowered his head and pressed his lips to her cheeks, just as Wen Yi was thinking about whether this man kissed it, and in the next second he told her the answer with practical actions.

I like to marry a sweet wife: Mo Shao, please collect it gently: (www.wuxiaspot.com) When a sweet wife gets married: Mo Shao, the fastest literary update under gentle handwriting.