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

Wen Yi got up, casually put a shawl outside her pajamas, wore indoor slippers, went to the living room, took a banana on the coffee table while peeling and eating to satisfy her hunger, still did not hold back her curiosity, and walked to the kitchen, she thought See what the man is doing...

She leaned on the door frame of the kitchen, and from her perspective, she could only see the man standing there with her back facing her. Steaming heat came out of him, making the sound of water boiling.

He just stood and didn't move. He was probably cooking soup?

Wen Yi's movement of eating bananas was actually no better than the sound of boiling soup in the pot, but Mo Shichen was keen. He noticed her after standing for less than ten seconds, and turned to look at her.

She wears a nightdress, a small sling, and the skirt is over the knee, creamy white, two layers, a layer of white gauze, and a thin cashmere plaid shawl with tassels on the outside. The collarbone is slightly messy, but it has a casual style.

She doesn't belong to the kind of... She looks like she wants to sleep in a bed. She has a more sensual figure. After all, her bust is limited. From the visual point of view, there is something that others can't replace. She is pure and quiet.

Wen Yi ate a banana without blinking, then threw the banana peel neatly and accurately into the trash basket, pursing his lips and said sarcastically, "Master Mo, if I really want to wait for your bun to eat, It seems that I can only be honored to be worshipped by the time of Qingming the next year or the day of my death."

Mo Shichen, "..."

His face was dark and dark, and his tone was not good, "You go to the restaurant and sit down, and you can eat right away."

His usual patience has never been bad, but these few hours have almost been exhausted.

"Oh," she said in a cold tone, "how long will it be soon? I slept for a long time and woke up hungry and didn't have to eat. Why don't I eat a few more bananas and go back to sleep. already ate."

"five minutes."

Wen Yi raised her wrist, took a look at the time, and then turned and walked towards the restaurant. During the waiting few minutes, she held her mobile phone to look at the house, watching and thinking...well, she was just like when she was in Paris. Buy a three-bedroom apartment near the company.

Five minutes passed quickly, and the man brought the steaming buns to the table.

Wen Yi laughed directly when he saw it, and it was hahahaha...

The smiling Mo Shichen didn't know if she left Paris or because his buns were really funny. The usual reserved elegance was gone. He smiled so much that he lay down on the tabletop, and he even burst into tears, "God. ......There is such an ugly bun in this world......"

The more she smiled, the more expressionless he was.

When he changed his ordinary life, when was he afraid of being laughed at, and no one dared to laugh at him at all, did he seek death? It's also because Great Young Master Mo has pride and conceit in his bones, and these conceit is also supported by confidence and capital.

People, the more you spend time and energy but fail to do a good job, the easier it is to become angry, see Master Mo's right now.

He was aside, reminding in a cool shade, "Ma'am, be careful of your smile."

Wen Zhang finished laughing and slowly closed her voice. She looked at the weird and weird thing with no bun shape with a disgusting expression on her face. She barely returned to a stable voice and commented, "It's really not a person to look like a handsome man like Master Mo. , Would actually make such an ugly, nasty bun."

Mo Shichen didn't lose his temper. He pulled the chair and sat down beside her, took a small bowl, and then caught a "tuo" with his chopsticks. He blew it first, and then fed it to her lips. Smiled and said, "Taste it."

"I'm Yan Kong, I don't eat such ugly buns."

"..."

He patiently said, "Madam, look at my hand."

She has actually seen it.

Her attention was drawn away when he brought the bun over just now, and she didn't notice the other person, but when he fed the bun to her lips with chopsticks, she might not be able to see it until she was blind.

The man hurriedly came here with distinct articulations. At a glance, he knew that the hand of the noble son with a golden spoon was horrible. His fingers were scalded and blistered, and he was cut a few more...

Wen Yi shook his head and said heartlessly, "The bun is so ugly, how can you tell me to eat it."

"..."

Mo Shichen said lightly, "Look at my face and eat."

"..."

"Don't eat."

He narrowed his eyes, and there was a dangerous dark glow in his deep eyes, "You said you want to eat buns. I steamed them for a few hours."

"You have been steaming for a few years, and I will not eat it if you look ugly."

"Okay," Mo Shichen gave her an angry smile. Although he knew from the beginning that this woman wanted to eat the buns purely to toss him, but he did it, hurt and hurt, and was burned several times like a fool. , She refused to open her mouth and pushed her nose to her face, "Either you eat my ugly bun, or I feed myself to you, anyway, you-Yan Kong."

Wen Yi, "...so ugly and so unpalatable, are you embarrassed to force me to eat it?"

He smiled and said, "Did you know that I was shameless the first day?"

"..."

Wen Yi ignored him.

Mo Shichen's warm and dumb voice coaxed her, "You should know that the reason why I would attack Ye Siran's brother before is because I knew that I didn't use it **** you at that time. You are divorced in this marriage, but I also know that you eat soft but not hard, so within the bottom line, I'm still willing to treat you soft..." After a few seconds, the message on his lips deepened, "Mrs. Turn your face, huh?"

These words seem to be unabashedly forced.

"If I don't eat your buns, you have to turn your face with me. Is this your courteous attitude?"

He faintly corrected, "This is not a steamed bun. This is a steamed bun that I have steamed for several hours and blanched by hand four times."

"..."

He burns his hands with pride, right?

Wen Yi was too lazy to grind with him, opened his mouth and took a bite of the bun that was already leaning on her lips.

Mo Shichen's deep eyes stared at her slowly chewing, looking at the unabashed disgust and frowning eyebrows, he stuffed the buns directly into her mouth, and said coldly, "After eating, at least give I eat five."

Let her toss him, let her dare to let him steam the buns.

Wen Yi felt that she was really obstructing her upbringing and table manners so that she didn't spit it out for him. She stopped chewing and swallowed the contents of her mouth dry, and then pushed away his hand holding the bun. He choked his throat and said with a chuckle, "Master Mo, you are trying to make such a terrible bun, you actually want to sleep with me?"

He squinted and sneered, "Why, are you willing to sleep with me?"

She pulled her lips, "Ugly and unpalatable buns, compared with handsome and well-behaved men, my superficial face control will of course choose the latter one."

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