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

Wen Yi shrugged his shoulders with a look of meaninglessness, "I've never asked you any favors."

Mo Shichen looked at her, "Okay," he said, "I wrote it down."

"..."

Wen Yi was unmoved, looked at him coolly, and smiled again, "I originally thought that Young Master Mo would probably have limited mobility and help you. If that's the case, then you continue to hold back."

"..."

His hoarse voice was clearly tainted with lust, but he deliberately lowered his tone, with a lowly coaxing taste, "Then you will kiss again."

Wen Yi didn't fall for him, so he stood up quickly, turned and walked to the window, "Call me whenever I feel comfortable."

She walked to the window and turned her back to him.

Mo Shichen turned his head and looked at her figure.

The heating in the senior ward is sufficient, so she usually takes off her coat after entering the door. There is only a base sweater inside. She prefers light colors, and because she spends a long time in the ward, there are more loose models. , In this way, people appear more gentle.

She seemed to be in a good mood now, combing her short hair with her fingers against the glass that could only reflect a very faint shadow.

It seems to be warm and quiet, but there are stocks in it.

After about ten minutes, Wen Yi heard that the man behind him was breathing almost smoothly, and then he turned around and ran into his dark eyes staring at her deeply.

I jumped off guard.

"Alright?"

He faintly returned to her, "It's abandoned."

Wen Yi couldn't help but laughed, and there was so much openness that he had before, and raised his eyebrows, "If you don't be obedient in the future, it seems like a good way to teach you this way."

"..."

Mo Shichen asked her, "Are you hungry? Wen Yi, when you were in Jiangcheng, you liked to stimulate me."

She sneered tepidly, "Will I tease you if I'm really hungry? You don't have any use for **** now."

"..."

He had a straight face, "Come here, I'm hungry."

Only then did Wen Yi walk back, and after carefully supporting him, did he set up the table on the hospital bed, then opened the heat preservation box that Su's mother had sent, and took out the rich dishes one by one.

The fragrance is tangy.

Eating was quite quiet. After all, as a noble son, Mo Shichen's table manners are also carved into his bones. Eating is never hurried, elegant and pleasing to the eye.

…………

Mo Shichen's accident this time, although Mo Shiqian suppressed the news, the media did not know that many people in the circle knew about it. After all, it was impossible to completely crush such a big riot.

Clod-Summer’s president was seriously injured and hospitalized. Those who came to visit must be in a constant stream.

Wen Yi was there most of the time-this man ordered her to be there because he was too tired to cope even if one person said one sentence, which would aggravate the injury and delay healing.

Wen Yi has become accustomed to his shamelessness, and the sum of what he said to those people is not as good as what he said to her in a day.

But sometimes Wen Yi is not there. For example, she has to go home to take a bath every day, occasionally go back to Wen's house to eat, or other odd things, but usually rush to the three meals before the meal, because he asked her to serve him.

One day after lunch, Wen Yi left quietly while he was taking a nap. He left a message to the nurse that he had private matters to deal with. He came back before dinner. It happened that afternoon that Clod, Summer and director brought his daughter to visit the patient.

Speaking of this, the director is also related to the Lawrence family, because his other daughter is Mo Shiqian's ex-wife, Xia Tangtang, and because of this marriage, the Xia family has a lot of criticisms against the Lawrence family.

Because it seems that Mo Shiqian abandoned his wife and daughter for the sake of his ex-girlfriend Chi Huan. This is not the most damning thing. The most damning thing is that Xia Tangtang’s husband and daughter for so many years, there is simply no more low-key wealthy wife than her. But Mo Shiqian divorced her, and even forced them to come from a pure family.

Xia Tangtang seems to have accepted it safely, and others are not easy to get angry, but the Xia family is dissatisfied with this, that is for sure, because of this relationship, Mo Shichen is so polite to this Xia Dong and his daughter than others. Three points.

But no matter how polite it is, his injury is real. It is indeed easy to get tired. After more than half an hour, Xia Dong realized that he was tired and didn't want to deal with them, so he smiled at the right time, "The old man is inconvenient. I won't disturb you to rest, Liu Lan, we will come again next time."

Xia Liulan was born by Xia Dong's second wife, almost five or six years younger than Xia Tangtang, and only about twenty. She was young and charming, youthful and vigorous.

Hearing her father said she was leaving, she looked at the handsome man on the hospital bed shyly, holding Xia Dong's arm and acting like a baby, "Daddy, or go back first, I'll talk to Young Master Mo again. He is lying on the bed alone. It must be boring and pathetic."

Xia Dong looked at his daughter and then at Mo Shichen. He laughed a few times before he said, "You think everyone is as busy as you. The eldest son has to recover from the illness. You will only disturb him here."

"No, no, daddy, I know that I will not bother him."

Xia Dong looked at the man on the hospital bed, trying to peep out his thoughts from his face, but his expression was extremely weak, even his eyes were constricted. This look makes it difficult to distinguish between happiness and anger. Well, if the eldest son doesn't bother you, you can talk to him for a while. If he gets tired, don't disturb others and leave right away."

Xia Liulan grinned, "I know Daddy."

"Ok."

Before Xia Dong left, he glanced at the unpredictable man meaningfully.

Mo Shichen and Wen Yi divorced. Who doesn't know, and who doesn't want to marry his daughter. What's more, he was born handsome, but he quickly came to be gentle and polite, which caused countless celebrities and daughters to rush to him.

He didn't have this thought before, but since his daughter likes it, of course he is happy to create opportunities.

Xia Dong left, leaving only Mo Shichen and Xia Liulan in the ward.

Xia Liulan propped her chin and looked at him with big eyes open. She was very familiar and did not fear the man's indifferent alienation, "Does your wound still hurt?"

Mo Shichen's half-closed eyes opened, and he looked at the smiling face lightly, pulling his thin lips like a smile, "What do you young girls like about men like me?"

Xia Liulan was taken aback when she heard the words, and then her face turned into matte hibiscus noodles, "I...I just don't want to go home. My mother keeps me on blind dates all day long. I don't want to go, let alone know them."

Mo Shichen said faintly, "Then you find a place to play by yourself, I am tired and want to rest."

Xia Liulan was stunned again, and after a few seconds she said boldly, "I like to stay here, it's quiet here, and you look good."

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