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

Mo Shichen smiled, "Miss Chi sincerely invites...or do you mean to say something?"

"..."

Chi Huan’s facial features are very delicate, about being nourished by love with a sweet temperament, smiling clean and pretty, "Well...I can’t interfere with the affairs of Prince Mo and Miss Wen, and I don’t like to interfere with others. Love, but this dinner, I can still call the shots."

After speaking, she called the servant, "Go get another pair of chopsticks."

"Good Miss Chi."

Chi Huan took the lily in Mo Shichen's hand, bowed her head and smelled it, and then said generously, "Please sit down, I'll go and plant the flowers."

The man nodded and smiled.

After Chi Huan spoke, Mo Shiqian didn't say anything, and he didn't have any thoughts at all.

Mo Shichen and Mo Shiqian looked at each other for a few seconds. The latter returned to his seat first, while the former looked down at Wen Yi with a harmonious smile, "I'm here, will it make you unable to eat?"

Wen Yi looked at him and turned around, ignoring what he said.

Chi Huan quickly turned back and took their seats.

The dining table quickly entered an...unspeakable atmosphere.

Mo Shiqian came quickly and had a low-talking temper. He didn't speak much when eating. He usually had the patience and interest to chat with her with Chi Huan. In this kind of situation, he could not speak much. .

Wen Yi is a type that can chat or not, and adjust automatically depending on the situation with others. Just now, I was chatting with Chi Huan quite enthusiastically. Mo Shichen sat behind her, and she lowered her eyebrows and started to eat slowly.

So only the most unfamiliar Mo Shichen and Chi Huan were talking...

Fortunately, these two people have very good social skills and are talkative, so even if they are not familiar, they will not cause embarrassment. From a distance, they are quite harmonious and pleasant.

Mo Shichen scooped the soup carelessly, with a frivolous smile on his lips, his voice was low and sweet, "Miss Chi, can you ask a presumptuous question?"

"Huh? You said."

He said slowly, "After you were forced to leave him by my father five years ago, until you were back with him, you didn't have any boyfriends during this period. Are you always looking forward to a broken mirror?"

"Nothing."

His eyes were narrow and narrow, "Why?"

Chi Huan licked his lips and smiled, "What and why?"

Mo Shichen ignored the unkind gaze on the other side, and smiled faintly, "Why didn't you look forward to it, and why you didn't expect it, but you still waited."

Chi Huan looked at him, his gaze shifted, and then at Wen Yi who always bowed his head to eat.

She did not answer, and no one spoke at the table for a while.

After a while, she stared at the fading mist of the noodle soup, smiled gently and said, "I don't expect it, because reality does not allow me to expect it. I know current affairs, but I am a layman who can't transcend the world. So I was actually very depressed and unwilling, but some didn’t expect it to be like this..."

The tone was so ethereal that I couldn’t catch it, and after a moment’s pause, he continued, "Some don’t expect it, it has nothing to do with reality, whether reality can change, whether you’re alive or not, what I’m expecting is not what you can fall in love with. Me, but... the day I could not love you."

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night.

The villa is very beautiful, especially at night, this villa full of water is full of brilliance and beauty.

In the early winter, although there is no cold outside, it still makes people feel cold.

Wen Yi stood on the wooden planks and looked at the artificial stream surrounding the villa. The sound of the water was gurgling. She was wearing a black-and-white plaid coat, slender and slender, and her eyes standing still looked exceptionally quiet.

Mo Shichen stretched out his hand to hug her, buried her chin in her shoulders, tightly encircled her in his arms, and asked in a low voice, "You really don't love me?"

She didn't answer, let him hold it.

The man's fingers stroked her hair, and the heat when he spoke was sprayed into her cochlea, "I don't believe it, Wen Yi, except for me, you won't love anyone anymore... You said it yourself. Nor will you love the second man like you love me."

Her body trembled slightly.

This sentence……

This sentence was very familiar, even if she had already been thrown into the abyss of memory, but when he sounded in her ear, she suddenly remembered that she once wrote such a sentence in her diary.

Even all the feelings at that time passed through her body again as if they had traveled out of control.

"Maybe, but I'm tired of it," she spoke softly, her tone of voice being so simple that it was just a flat statement, "Mo Shichen, I am really tired of the feeling of loving you but not being loved by you."

Wen Yi looked up at his handsome face, "When I think of living like that in the future, I feel that I have no expectations and no fun in the future."

She said again, "You let me go, okay?"

………………

Mo Shichen returned to the hotel alone.

The huge suite was just right for two people, and when there was only one person left, it felt empty.

He was sitting on the sofa with wine bottles and cups on the coffee table, pouring and drinking.

When he drank a little too much, his clear and calm mind didn't know what was messed up by something, and the messy sounds and pictures began to flood his mind.

Suddenly he had this kind of recognition. For a long time, Wen Yi loved him, but she loved him very coldly. She had no extravagant expectations for him since a long time ago, so she had nothing to wait.

In these ten years, half of her time was waiting for him to fall in love with him, and the other half was waiting for her to let him go.

Yes, she will never fall in love with other men like she loved him.

But probably, she also won't love him again like she loved him.

[I'm tired, Mo Shichen, I'm really tired of the feeling of loving you but not being loved by you. 】

[You let me go, okay? 】

good or not?

Good or bad?

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Mo Shiqian had to go to work, Chi Huan also had work to do, and because Wen Yi had slept too much the day before, and had too much cranky thinking at night, he did not fall asleep until two or three in the morning, so he woke up late the next day, at nine o'clock. Just got up.

After washing and changing clothes and going downstairs, the servant hurried over to her with an incubator.

Wen Yi was surprised, "Is this my breakfast?"

The chef and servants of Mo Shiqian's family also used a thermos to warm breakfast...

"Miss Wen, this was delivered by a gentleman named Mo Shichen this morning... Mr. Mo and Miss Chi asked me to give it to you when you get up."

Mo Shichen?

She stretched out her hand and took it, frowning because of her unclear eyebrows. The man gave her breakfast?

Chase her?

When did he catch up with this simple pursuit method that was only available in his student days?

She went to the restaurant with the insulation box, feeling that the chef and the servants of Mo Shiqian's family didn't intend to prepare breakfast for her anymore. She seemed to have to eat this...

Unscrewing the insulation box, she was startled again.

This bun can be said to be more simple...

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