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

Mo Shichen stood on the balcony and watched the white Bentley drive out of the manor. He held the phone in his hand, his expression faint, and he turned and went downstairs until the car completely disappeared from sight.

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At half past eight in the evening, the study.

The man sits in the chair behind the desk, leaning back slightly, the notebook on the desk is open, but his gaze is fixed on the mobile phone beside him, his eyes are hanging down as if thinking.

Suddenly, he moved, looking across the time on the notebook screen, then got up, walked to the window and stood for a while, looking down at the lights in the distance, standing for about a few minutes before turning back to the desk. , Picked up the phone, opened the address book after unlocking it with a fingerprint, and clicked on the word "Mrs."

The night is quiet, and the study room is even more, so the beep in the phone waiting to be connected is particularly clear and audible.

No one answered for one minute.

It's no surprise that Mo Shichen's thin lips curled up mockingly. If she would answer his call obediently, she wouldn't be such a difficult woman.

He did not continue to dial, leaning on the desk, and sent her a text message, "Are you going home, do you want me to pick you up?" 】

Click send, and then send successfully.

He actually knew that she wouldn't pay attention to him.

Her will to divorce this time is stronger than ever before, otherwise he would not know that he would force her to rebound this time, but he chose to use such an extreme method, because there was no other way.

Although he knew that she would not return, time gradually passed, he still glanced at the phone from time to time to see if there were incoming calls or text messages, but none of them.

He put the phone on the desk, got up and went to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of red wine. He placed the glass beside the phone casually. When he lowered his head to pour the wine, he pressed the home button again, which was unconscious and meaningless but I don't know why I was doing the action, but when I glanced over, I found a missed call was displayed on it.

Of course it is not his wife who is usually soft and casual, but hard and hard to make people headache.

It was from Li Qianrui.

He withdrew his gaze, his face was pale and emotionless, and he continued to pour the wine, and then casually drank himself. After a few sips, the phone rang.

At a glance, it was still the phone.

He picked up the phone and picked it up. His voice was a little bit weaker than his face, that is, although there is no coldness, but there is absolutely no warmth. It is like talking to an insignificant person, not paying attention to it. So I can't hold the emotions, "What's the matter?"

Li Qianrui is not good at observing words and colors. After hearing these three words, her nose was sour, and she whispered, "If it's okay, I can't find you or call you?"

"Qian Rui," he was faint, his tone didn't mean to blame, but when he said it, he was still extraordinarily cold and ruthless, "you have to know yourself."

The four words of self-knowledge, like a silent thunder, exploded unexpectedly on her forehead, and her face turned pale on the other end of the phone, "I...I just want to ask...Your wife Is she... still angry..."

Since that day, although the person who took care of her told her that he had sent her to the hospital, she was in a coma at the time, and he never showed up in the hospital afterwards and did not call her.

She hadn't dared to contact him for a few days, but she missed him too much, and she couldn't bear it.

Mo Shichen's tone remained unchanged, "The care I have for you is based on our past affection, but also because you were stricken and alone. I can't bear to watch you get ruined at a young age. Wen Yi quarreled with me because I kept you private, and it was my fault, so I don’t blame you. I will continue to pay for the medical and nursing fees, but Qian Rui, maybe I gave you some illusion. I would tell Wen Yi that I would not live without me..."

He paused, and there was an indescribable cruel taste in his clear and faint voice, "I took care of you for a while, but I never thought about taking care of you for the rest of my life. Apart from my woman and daughter, I cannot take care of anyone for long. What's more, in my eyes, if the meaning of a person's life rests on a man, it is really meaningless. I am willing to help you stand up. If you want to rely on me from now on, then I will avoid it. "

"You..." Li Qianrui was in the ward, listening to him clearly low-melt and nice, but every word was indifferent and ruthless, tears went out desperately, "Are you to blame me... for causing you to fight?"

Mo Shichen squeezed his eyebrows, already a little impatient, and said lightly, "I said, that is my decision, my fault."

"I..." She sobbed softly, as if she was trying her best to endure it but still couldn't bear it, "Then I won't disturb you."

He didn't seem to hear the leaking cry, "Hmm."

With this syllable, he hung up.

Looking at the time, it was already nine o’clock, and Wen Ye’s naturally didn’t come back. He even regretted it at this time. Why did he send her such a text message? Maybe if he didn’t, she would come back by herself after eating outside. Up.

Or, if she knew she should have sent someone to follow her when she went out.

Put down the wine glass in his hand, found the car key neatly, then picked up a coat and got up and went out. After getting in the car, he called Kangding, his voice was indifferent, "Let me check you former Vice President Wen, now where."

"Good president."

"She drove out, and started with her friends."

"I know."

After hanging up the phone, he threw the phone aside and started the car.

He had a hunch that if he didn't find her, or couldn't find anyone, she would not return all night.

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Kangding quickly found out the place where Wenyue ate from the friends she had dated. It was the best friend who traveled abroad with Wenyue last time. After they finished their meal at around seven o'clock, they seemed to go to a nearby house to clean up. I went to play, maybe I drank some wine, but I don’t know how much.

Wen Yi's best friend's husband and the client ate nearby, and immediately went to pick up his wife after it was over, and Wen Yi left with him.

Mo Shichen called directly to his girlfriend and husband. After the connection, he didn't even say a few words of courtesy. He asked aloud, "My wife and your wife had dinner together, where are they now?"

The girlfriend's husband was slightly stunned, "We have already gone home, hasn't she arrived yet?"

Mo Shichen lowered his voice, "What do you mean?"

"The two of them drank alcohol. I was a little drunk when I went there. I was planning to send Mrs. Mo home first, but I just met your wife's friend... He offered to send it, and they looked familiar. , I just... didn't **** it with him."

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