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

Wen Yi lowered his voice and replied, "I don't know yet."

Shen Yu said naturally, "Then call me when you want to go home."

"If it's late, I'll call you. If it's early, I'll just take a taxi and go home."

Shen Yu didn't speak, but said, "Okay."

Although it's nothing, Wen Yi still doesn't want to say anything to Shen Yu in front of Shichen's face. It seems that no matter which one it is, she can infer a very bad result, so she tries her best to keep Shen Yu. The names are all gone.

After hanging up the phone, she let out a sigh of relief, and when she was still at a loss, she unconsciously tilted her head slightly, and then unexpectedly ran into the man’s dark and unpredictable eyes, scared her heart beat. She obviously closed her eyes as if she didn't want to bird her...

Mo Shichen smiled and asked, "Shen Yu?"

She carefully recalled the conversation just now and confirmed that she hadn't said anything that would accurately reveal the identity of the other party. It was just a simple exchange.

She neither confessed nor denied it, but chuckled a smile that was similar to him, "Mr. Mo, you and I are divorced, are you still interested in Shen Yu?"

"You and I are divorced, Miss Wen, you still take the initiative to invite me to dinner."

She tilted her body, leaning towards him at a thirty-degree angle, keeping a smile and said, "In order to avoid disturbing President Mo with some unpleasant things when eating later, it is better for us to spread things out in the car. Say it, okay?"

Mo Shichen seemed to smile, "You said, I can't close my ears."

"I know that I calculated that Vicky and Li Qianrui performed a kidnapping case for me. It made you very angry with Mr. Mo. I disdain for such a trick and I am angry that I calculated you for divorce. The former It proves that I am a scheming **** with an innocent mind. The latter shows that I don’t know what to say. Your status, status and appearance are all first-class. Without it, I can definitely find someone more beautiful than me, knowing and interesting, just like young The version of Muse, the kind of bright and bright and hearty that can make you love and love, it’s not guilty to care about with a woman like me. I apologize to you for what I have done. If it makes Mr. Mo upset, I am willing to bear your dissatisfaction, but ..."

She slowed down, then looked at his eyes and continued, “There is a saying that it’s not a misfortune for his wife and children. Prince Mo wants to teach me there are countless ways. I have no complaints. I hope you will let us go, my father. Mother, brother and sister-in-law, I haven't offended you."

The man looked at her coldly, his lips curled up with a smile, "Then we go to remarry?"

Wen Yi Peugeot's correct facial features froze.

She looked at him, as if trying to read a joke or mockery from his face. He was really not serious, but she didn't dare to just joking back.

Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, he was not in a hurry, and the arm of his right hand was placed at the top of the seat between them. "Miss Wen, you have been beautiful for so many years. In these years, few people should dare to say nothing about you. , Or being disrespectful to you, how did you leave your pride and self-esteem, belittle yourself so much as you can, and whisper down to your disdainful apology?"

Although these words were said, the tone was like reciting the text, and after a few more words, he might be drowsy.

"Prince Mo, who is not like this in front of you?"

The smile on the man's lips condensed, and he looked at her face firmly.

Listening to this, it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Who is not like this in front of you?

She does what others do, he is to her, and he is to others, there is no difference, they are just a superior person.

She has a good and low attitude, as if they had never had a past, as if she had never loved him before, as if she had never been his wife, as if she didn’t know at all, she could be pampered and proud in front of him. of.

She had no grudge against him, no hatred, no mind, nothing, clean, magnanimous, only distress.

Their Wen's distressed by him has nothing to do with him.

She didn't even feel the slightest ambiguity to him.

Obviously everyone would think that it was too much for him to treat her this way.

Wen Yi...

Mo Shichen looked at this face that he could touch with his hand. For the first time, he felt whether he... could not control her like he himself thought.

He stared at her with no ripples in his eyes, and there seemed to be a smile in his voice, "The days after divorcing me, are you happy?"

"Very busy, I can't talk about being happy or not."

"Will you be happy?"

"Maybe? I haven't been happy for too long, so I don't understand what it feels like?"

He stared at her, "The days I spent with me before were not happy?"

Wen Yi squinted his eyes for a recollection, then looked at him and said, "I said no, is it just another crime?"

To be happy, she might have felt happy when she first married him.

During these long years, her happy days are really few.

He smiled lightly, "It seems I really failed."

"If Mr. Mo can let go of our family so that we can get together and relax, I still won't regret marrying you."

The man looked at her, smiled a little, and said, "You don't regret it, that's your business. What do I want you to do without regret?"

Wen Yi closed her eyes, barely suppressing the surging emotions, her hands resting on her knees, her nails deeply submerged in her palms, she could always bring out a sticky blood.

endure.

endure.

endure.

Continue to endure.

She has no capital and can't bear it, even if her parents don't mind being dragged down by her, her brother is already married, she will never be dragged down.

Mo Shichen stared at her trembling eyelashes when she closed her eyes, and the hand clenched tightly on her knees, his eyes darkened, "When you were with me, do you want to see me and not see me, you want to slap me and slap me? If you want to be embarrassed, I can tell me to make you a bun. You divorced me in every possible way, just to endure everything in front of me and dare not have a temper?"

"I can't remarry you," Wen Yi opened his eyes and finally answered the question he asked her before, word by word, low and slowly, "Unless one day, you grind me into a walking dead, let I don’t think there is any meaning in my existence except to protect my family. That way, I might marry you again.”

She didn't have a high voice, and she didn't have the firmness of an oath, and her voice was light and empty, but when she said it in such a tone, she couldn't have more weight.

Mo Shichen looked at her, his dark pupils suddenly shrunk, looking at her with a somewhat cool smile on her face, he was choked for a while, like a hand tightly pinching his heart.

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