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

Wen Yi sat up slowly, one leg fell back to the ground, and she raised a hand to comb through her hair, which is neither long nor short. Hearing the words, she nodded and said with a blank face. , "I really didn't expect...for this purpose, you still don't let me go."

After she did it, she sighed, pinched her eyebrows and smiled, "You are so unstoppable, I just want to think that you love me very much."

He looked at her deeply and quietly, "If I love you so much, will you go back with me?"

Wen Yi smiled and said long, "Do you believe it when you say this?"

Mo Shichen bends down, puts his hands on her side, smiles on his lips, and a gentle voice, "Are you hungry, I'll take you to eat."

She turned her face away, "I don't want to eat with you."

He raised his hand and brushed her long hair, "Baby, you will be hungry if you don't eat."

"..."

Wen Yi laughed angrily by him and said harshly, "How come you have such a stalker man, you can look at yourself in the mirror and see how annoying you are now."

He said lightly, "Since it's annoying, why should I bother myself? It's more comfortable to look at your face."

Wen Yi, "..."

She leaned back and moved away from him, as if she could look at him more clearly. She stared at the handsome face in front of her for several seconds without making a sound, suddenly laughed, and said lazily," Are you chasing me?"

He seemed surprised, "Isn't it obvious enough?"

Wen Yi sneered inwardly, but he didn't show it this time. "You said that it's natural and righteous to chase a woman's courtesy, isn't it?"

Mo Shichen narrowed his eyes slightly, and explained in advance, "It's okay to be courteous, but not to be obedient."

She licked her lips, propped her elbow on the sofa, and said casually, "I want to eat with me, okay, you can do it yourself."

"My cooking skills are average, madam, I can only cook the food."

Wen Yi tilted his head and touched his ears, "Look at you, and you want to stalk me to eat together, let you cook and push back, you even kidnapped anyway, why don't you just pack me and stuff me up? Box, consign me back to Paris, and then imprison me, like acting in a movie, imprisoned in a secret room."

"My wife wants to eat my food, why would I stop it?" He looked into her eyes and smiled slightly, "I'm just afraid that what I cooked won't suit your appetite, and you will be hungry."

Wen Yi sneered, "What you said is like a man outside telling a woman, my dear, I really want you to live a good life, but I just sit and eat every day and wait for death without motivation."

"..."

"My wife is really a seed player in the debate world."

"Thanks for the compliment."

"What does the lady want to eat?"

Wen Yi raised his eyebrows. He was really ready to do it. He immediately became interested. He went through all kinds of Chinese dishes in his mind. "Let's talk about other things. I don't eat rice for the staple food."

He asked seriously, "Eat noodles?"

"I want to eat Xiaolongbao."

The man smiled, "I don't remember my wife, you like Xiaolongbao very much."

"Want to eat now, can't you?"

Mo Shichen smiled and nodded, "Yes, I'll go to the supermarket to buy it. It should be frozen. You can eat it hot."

Wen Yi stared at him, "Are you kidding me?"

"Do you think the supermarket is not delicious?"

She played with her fingers with a smile, "Mr Mo, don't you know, what does it mean to do it yourself?"

Mo Shichen understood it at once, "My wife wants me to start with flour...?"

Wen Yi smiled appreciatively, "President Mo also knows that making steamed buns requires flour, which is more down-to-earth than I thought."

"It's inevitable that the wife is too obvious."

She narrowed a smile and said coldly, "It's obvious that you have someone to tie me?"

"..."

He compromised, "Well, I will make you a bun."

Isn't it just making buns, there are things he can't learn.

"Dessert after meal, cake."

He said lightly, "It just happened to mix the flour together. What about the dishes, what do you want to order?"

Wen Yi has been in Paris all year round. Although she has eaten many times, she doesn’t know much about domestic dishes. At least she can’t cook as many treasures as possible. She recalled the restaurants she visited before, and the menus she had seen were still vaguely For the menus I remember, I remember to report one by one, and almost six or seven were reported. The man interrupted her, "It's almost there, ma'am, do you want us to eat in the early morning?"

She curled the corners of her lips lightly and reluctantly said, "Okay, eat these for now."

The man was silent for a few seconds, and asked with a smile on his lips, "If you are satisfied, can you sleep together tonight?"

"If you are willing to let me go, don't talk about tonight, I can sleep with you for a month."

He scratched her face with the back of his finger, and smiled faintly, "If you change this kind of business for a month in your life, will people like me do it?"

Wen Yi talked to him lazily, relaxed and leaned on the sofa, but was beaten up by the man in the next second, and the unsuspecting woman screamed in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

The man hugged her, walked out with long legs, and explained in a low voice, "This is someone else's house. I will take you back to the hotel. Your luggage has already been sent to you, just to go to the mall to buy food."

Steamed buns have to start with the noodles, and maybe he has to buy the dishes himself, right?

Wen Yi flew a long distance, got off the plane and was kidnapped again. Although she was not afraid, she couldn't get away from exhaustion. The man's entanglement made her tired, so she didn't bother to struggle, but was indifferent when he carried her into the elevator. Said, "Mo Shichen, like me, the vice president who is as capable as I am, and has worked under him for five years and has developed a super tacit understanding. Mo Shiqian can't find a second one in Lancheng, unless I want to. Otherwise he won't let you take it away, do you understand?"

Mo Shichen constricted his eyes, and under his gentle expression, there were cold eyes. Kang Ding was useless. He hadn't heard anything about it for more than ten hours. It was impossible to catch Mo Shiqian's weakness. Did he keep spending with her in Lancheng?

He spoke, his tone was slightly ironic and he didn't care too much, and said casually, "Big deal, I will send him back to Paris, and I will be the president of this Asian region. Anyway, I am lonely and everywhere."

"..."

She said coolly, "Is your ex-fiancee's mind not very good? Didn't she have a bad mental state after being rescued, and she would break down and go crazy at any time? I don't know why I want to dump you at such a good time. Get sick, or give a gift of empathetic warmth..." She sneered coldly, "Apart from selling miserable suicide, there is no trick to chasing a man."

Regarding Li Qianrui's topic, Mo Shichen didn't speak up, but bowed his head and kissed her on the cheek in an intimate manner.

Wen Yi frowned and raised his hand to wipe the place where he had kissed him, "Okay, you let me down and I will go by myself."

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