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

She remembered the question he asked him in the morning--

[Wen Yi, do you love me. 】

She closed her eyes. The bed she slept more than ten years ago gave her a sense of security because of familiar memories, and she seemed to have an answer to this question in vain.

If they continue the cold war until the end of the relationship tacitly comes to an end, it is also a good choice and result.

She can live without him. There is nothing unacceptable. The only thing is that she always seems unable to resist the temptation from him.

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Wen Yi stayed at Wen's house the next day, chatting with Wen's mother, going shopping, shopping for groceries, and reading a book in his study when he was alone. The days were a pastime and comfortable.

When Wen Hanye came back in the evening, Wen Yi and Ye Siran sat together to chat and tease the cat. He raised his eyebrows and walked towards them with long legs while dragging his suit.

Ye Siran held his chin, watched the man approach, and then smiled sweetly, "husband, you are back."

Wen Hanye glanced at his sister, then reached out to touch Ye Siran's head, and said casually, "My husband is thirsty, go and bring me a cup of tea."

Ye Siran rolled his eyes, looked at him, then at Wen Yi, and said with a narrow smile, "Yi Er, would you like to drink?"

Wen Yi smiled, "Okay."

Ye Siran stood up from the chair, threw himself into the arms of the man and kissed his lips without any scruples.

Wen Hanye stood still and glanced down at her, "My sister is so embarrassed with you."

"Are you a hillbilly who grew up in the mountains? You kissed everywhere on the street. I haven't seen you for a day. What's so embarrassing to kiss," Ye Siran groaned and leaned in and kissed him again. "You are mine, you can kiss if you want."

"The kiss is over?"

"It's over."

"Go and serve tea."

She blinked, and said without anyone else, "You should kiss me again."

Wen Yi silently turned his face away and looked into the distance.

Wen Hanye lowered his eyes and glanced at her lightly.

"Faster."

The man licked his lips, his lips were stained with a curve, some wanted to laugh but helpless, and finally he held her with one hand and kissed her deeply.

Lasts for half a minute.

After the separation, seeing her still looking at him, Wen Hanye lowered his head close to her ear, muttered in a voice that only two people could hear, "Kiss enough tonight, okay?"

She nodded and ran back into the room.

After her figure disappeared, Wen Hanye sat down opposite Wen Yi, glanced at her expression, and asked casually, "Did that man contact you?"

Wen Yi just turned around again, "No."

"Are you preparing for the Cold War to the end?"

"Isn't he busy looking for Li Qianrui, he has no time to talk to me, he is looking for other women all over the world, and I don't want to talk to him either."

"Why don't you just go to the company and help me."

"..."

He knocked on the table with his hand bones, "You have received so many years of elite education, and if you retire before the age of 30, wouldn't it be a waste of your ten-year cultivation skills?"

"It's good to be happy, how can there be any waves that are not wasted?"

Wen Hanye squinted his eyes and smiled, "If you divorced Mo Shichen, don't you still find a job to support yourself? Isn't it better to go to someone else's house than to do things in your own house? You can choose the location of our house, you think I want my brother to give in."

"Brother, you have this attitude. Believe it or not, I'll file a complaint with Dad later?"

"..."

Wen Hanye snorted and didn't care. He glanced at him casually, and then he glanced at a figure not far away walking towards them. The corners of his lips curled up, and the arc became deeper, "Oh, sister, there is a rare visitor. "

Wen Yi didn't react at first, and subconsciously followed his line of sight, and then unexpectedly saw the familiar long figure.

This is the evening, and the sunset is the last moment of the west. The soft orange light is very beautiful, which stretches the man's figure extremely long. He is wearing an exquisite customized black long suit and the lower body is trousers of the same color. , Self-cultivation and expensive, with a calm breath, but his eyes focused in her direction.

Mo Shichen walked straight to them, his gaze swept over them, and he faintly nodded at Wen Hanye, who was smiling, as if to say hello.

Wen Hanye's eyes narrowed and narrowed, hiding the contents of his eyes, and a lazy tone made an unexpected attitude, "Master Mo is finally free today?"

Mo Shichen glanced at him, too lazy to use his clumsy acting skills and the irony in his words, his gaze fell straight on Wen Yi's face, and he said lowly, "Ma'am, two days and one night, are you out of breath? ?"

Wen Yi looked up at him, because the man was standing against the light, so from her point of view, one or two points were unrealistic. She frowned slightly, "Why, is your business done?"

He answered calmly, "No."

Wen Yi asked amusedly, "Then are you free now?"

He was still indifferent, "You said you want to calm down with each other, I will give you time to calm down, I have not been so busy that I have no time to see my own woman, and I never said that my work and her matter are more important than you."

Wen Hanye, who was smoking a cigarette and about to ignite, let out a snort of laughter after the flame of the lighter went out.

This smile was really abrupt.

Mo Shichen and Wen Yi looked over at the same time.

Wen Hanye was very calm, put away the lighter and took a cigarette and then slowly spit it out. He squinted at the ink through the blue smoke and orange light. Shichen's handsome and slightly gloomy face said, "I said Mr. Mo, you really It's very interesting. I also want to know where there are women who will automatically calm down and shake hands without coaxing them to dry for a few days... Have you ever had a good time with men? I remember that only men are so empathetic. "

Wen Yi, "..."

Mo Shichen looked at him, his eyes cold.

Wen Hanye flicked the ashes with his fingers, and the fine ashes scattered in the air and disappeared. He met Mo Shichen's gaze tepidly, and the smile on his lips was not so serious, but there was no temperature. There was a bitter coldness, but his tone did not change, he tweeted twice, "You may not remember if you have amnesia. My sister used to quarrel with you and never went home in a cold war. Going home means... she sent out to the elder at home. A sign of your discord, let them prepare for her possible divorce."

Mo Shichen's eyes suddenly gathered a chill when he finished speaking the last sentence unhurriedly, and then turned to look at Wen Yi.

Wen Yi would always suddenly find out at some point that her brother, who usually seems to be a scornful man, was so careful that she felt terrible.

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