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

The pupils of Wen Yi's eyes slowly focused, but when she looked at him, she was still a little dizzy. She didn't know if she was really looking at him or "watching" him thinking about other things.

Just when Mo Shichen thought she was going to express her resistance to him in this way, she sat up slowly with her forehead. Maybe it was because she just got up, or she didn’t drink water for too long, so she had a little voice. Dumb, and a bit astringent, she hummed and said, "You order, I'll go wash."

After speaking, he didn't go to see him, he opened the quilt and got out of bed to find shoes.

Mo Shichen had already stepped out of the bed before her, standing on one side and looking down at her, "Let's go to the restaurant outside to eat."

She put slippers on her feet, pulled out the hair that fell into her clothes, drooped her eyelids, as if she hadn't woken up, "I don't want to go."

The man was quiet, still restrained his emotions, and spoke to her in the most gentle tone, "The food in the hotel tastes average, and the restaurant environment is better."

She didn't even look at him, and walked straight past him towards the bathroom, leaving only a faint sentence, "I can just eat anything. If you don't want to eat in the hotel, go out by yourself."

After washing and rinsing, Wen Zhang didn’t change his clothes. She was still wearing a nightdress. Then she put on a long shawl. The drops of water on her face were not dry, and her hair might have been combed only with her fingers. Although not messy, she told her Usually close to meticulous and neat, there is still a clear gap.

Naturally, it was impossible for Mo Shichen to leave to the restaurant alone. He stood on the balcony outside the living room, his eyes calmly looking down at the bustling river scene, and he turned around and walked back after a slight movement sounded behind him. In the living room.

"Lunch has been ordered, and it should be delivered later."

She didn’t lift her head, and then she sat on the sofa without turning on the TV or picking up the magazine on the coffee table. Even her mobile phone seemed to have fallen in the bedroom and she didn’t take it out because she didn’t have a mobile phone in her clothes. Place, and she was empty-handed.

She just sat like this, without the imageless sluggishness and softness, but she did not follow the elegant sitting posture that had already formed a habit.

With her eyes closed, she let her body lean on the back of the sofa without saying a word. She waited in order to wait without showing any impatient expression, but even so, she still clearly conveyed a sense of lethargy. Meaning.

Mo Shichen stood by the door between the balcony and the living room and looked at her for a long time, Ying Ting's eyebrows furrowed, and his thin lips tightened unconsciously.

He stepped on his long legs and walked towards her, sat down next to her, and asked her in a low and deep voice, "Are you sorry that I forced you to last night?"

Wen Yi opened his eyes, looked at him plainly for a while, and asked, "Do I look sad?"

She did not feel that she was in a sad state of mind.

Mo Shichen looked into her eyes, stared at her, and then said, "How did you sleep until now?"

She put her elbows on her head, half-closed her eyes, in a casual tone, "Think about it as if there is nothing to do. Sleeping is comfortable and killing time, isn't it great."

After a moment of silence, he still asked, "Aren't you going to find Mo Shiqian?"

Wen Yi looked up at him, then smiled as if there was nothing, "Isn't it just what you want?"

"In that case," he sat next to her, seeing her profile face naturally, "Go back to Paris with me. Let's stop making trouble?"

If her smile deepened, she replied calmly and indifferently, "If you have the ability, get me back. Don't expect me to be willing."

She did intend to go to Mo Shiqian last night, but I don’t know why. After being held down by him for two games, she seemed to be unable to lift her energy. She didn’t want to do what she could or should do. To do it, I would rather lie on the bed with the quilt rolled up and sleep endlessly.

No need to think about anything, no need to face anything.

It's also pretty good.

Although I vaguely felt something last night, Mo Shichen was not sure until this moment that this woman seemed to use her mediocrity and languidness to erect a new barrier between them.

The lunch was soon delivered by the hotel waiter, Wen Yi got up and sat in the restaurant.

She likes all the orders. The meals in this hotel are indeed as ordinary as Mo Shichen said. They are not particularly delicious, but they are not unpalatable. Wen Yixue lowered his head and ate it. At first glance, his appetite was not good. The look, the food is very slow and very few.

Because he was in China, he ordered Chinese food. She touched every dish and barely finished a small bowl of rice.

During the whole process, she didn't look at him or say a word to him.

After the meal, she put down the tableware, took her mobile phone to the study and called Mother Wen for ten minutes. The door just brought the belt casually. Her voice was not high. Mo Shichen stood outside the door for a while, and did not keep stealing. listen.

After finishing the call, she poured herself a glass of warm water, and after drinking it three times, she set aside the glass and went to the bedroom again——

Mo Shichen stood by the sofa and stopped her, "Wen Yi."

She paused, looked back at him, did not speak, only asked indifferently, what's the matter?

"Don't tell me, you are going to sleep again."

She retracted her gaze, turned and continued to walk into the bedroom.

Mo Shichen's pupils shrank, and his long legs chased after a few strides, pulling her arm from behind and turning her around. When he spoke again, his tone was heavy and heavy, and he was cold and stern with joy. , "Wen Yi."

"how?"

"Why are you running into the bedroom again?" There was nothing but the bed inside. She didn't even turn over her own suitcase except when she turned over the clothes.

"Go to bed, take a nap after lunch," she grinned silently and said lazily, "You didn't tell me not to tell me, so why chase me and ask."

He pinched her chin with his fingers, and said in a calm voice, "You did it on purpose, huh?"

"What did I do on purpose?" She seemed to be very puzzled, and said amusedly, "Is it bothering you when I sleep?"

He stared at her, calming down his tone, "Too much sleep is bad for your health."

She replied lightly, "I can't do this, and I can't do that. I don't have to be happy if I live for a few more years."

Mo Shichen didn't speak for a while, only the gloom between his eyebrows showed his displeasure at this time.

But Wen Yi didn't care. He didn't speak, so she turned and went back to the bedroom.

When she walked in to close the door with her backhand, the man pressed the door as he did last night. He lost the patience to talk to her with good words. His gentle tone revealed the strength that he carried in his bones. "You are not allowed to sleep anymore. Either I will accompany you for a walk. You can go wherever you want, or you can just get up and read a book, watch a movie and play other things. You can just sit down, but you are not allowed to continue sleeping."

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