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

Wen Yi suffocated in his heart and opened his eyes, "...Which one of your eyes sees me feeling sorry for you?"

He smiled faintly, unable to hide his pride, "If you don't feel bad, you won't go and pay it back. You won't lose such a bad temper and throw something."

"..."

"Oh, then I fell more when I smashed your office last time. Does it mean that I feel more distressed by Shen He."

Mo Shichen didn't change his face, "You are just angry."

"..."

Wen Yi simply convinced him.

"You have nothing to feel distressed. Although your utilitarianism is superfluous in the process of growing up, but if Young Master Mo, who is high above the wind and rain, needs someone to feel distressed, then ordinary people don't have to live."

Feeling sorry for him, is the Virgin's heart overflowing? She knew that women did have this tendency. It was obvious that this man was cold-blooded and colder than anyone else, but as long as there was a little bit of darkness on his body...Oh, he was only a little gloomy, and he immediately overflowed with maternity.

Ah, it turns out that Young Master Mo lacks love so much.

All his coldness and ruthlessness are justified.

fart!

The typical good person is not good enough, and the bad person is not bad enough theory.

Mo Shichen looked at her, his thin lips burst into a small smile, "Are you telling me, or do you want to persuade yourself?"

Wen Yi's eyelids twitched and he choked.

He can always see through you.

Speaking of it, saying so much, she just wanted to tell her herself.

Why... because when people are more afraid of something, they will emphasize something.

Wen Yi's heart beats up to the beat, avoiding his eyes and looking at another place.

The man's face was covered with a smile, and he didn't say anything, playing with her fingers with great interest.

Fortunately, the doctor arrived soon.

Wen Yi saw the doctor carrying the medicine box come in, got up and prepared to step aside, but before he quit one step, he was grabbed by the man. He looked at her and whispered, "Just sit in the place nearest to me."

"I will hinder the doctor."

"Nothing."

Seeing his insistence, Wen Yi didn't insist anymore and sat on the bedside in silence.

As soon as the doctor came in, he frowned when he saw the man's blood-stained clothes, and hurriedly said, "My lord, you need to take off your clothes. Did you cut it with scissors or... you take it off yourself?"

Mo Shichen looked at the woman on the side and whispered with a smile, "Yi'er, help me undress."

Wen Yi frowned, and said, "You should cut this off. You have to raise your arm when you drag it without a button. Will it aggravate the injury?"

"It's okay, I know it in my heart."

Wen Yi believed that he knew it in his heart, oh, he should indeed know it in his heart——

Because when she knelt on one leg on the bed and asked him to lift his arms and carefully take off his clothes from the bottom up, she watched the white bandage that was dyed red but turned dark red again. The new red blood was sore.

And he just looked at her as if ignorantly.

The doctor didn't have time to stop it, so he said in a painful voice, "Lord, being so clear will hurt your wound. Why should you endure it?"

Wen Yi got nervous when she heard this. She threw down the blood-stained clothes and looked down at him. His face was flat, but his forehead under his short hair was clearly sweaty. If he looked closely, even his pupils were slightly faint. Shrinking.

"You..." She wants to say that you still know what you know, and if you know what you want to do, you just hold back? But as soon as her eyes met him, she caught the slight smile in the bottom of the man's eyes when he looked at her, as if he was proud and enjoying, she thought of something at once, and her anxiety turned into anger, "Mo Shichen, you are Not intentional?"

Is there a pit in this man's brain? Is he addicted to self-abuse?

He nodded, his tone was quite innocent, "It hurts a bit, but didn't I say nothing, why are you angry?"

Why is she angry?

Wen Yi was furious in an instant, "Do you still need to speak up when the blood is flowing out? Mo Shichen, you..." She was so angry that she picked up the pillow on one side and slammed it down on his head. "You're so **** crazy!"

The pillow hit his head, seeming to vent his anger, but in fact, it is really weak.

After smashing it twice but still unable to swallow the breath, she continued to smash, "I really want to dig out your head to see what's in it. Are you out of secondary disease?"

Mo Shichen let her smash it without saying a word.

The doctor tried to stop him, but Wen Yi's aura became so angry that ordinary people would not dare to approach him, let alone persuade him.

Wen Yi couldn't understand her hatred after she finished smashing, she pinched her waist while panting, and said coldly, "No matter how stupid you are, don't expect me to see you when you are dead."

He faintly uttered, "I see, the temper is over?"

She said indifferently, "I have fire when I look at you now."

Mo Shichen looked at her and said flatly, "Who makes you look like me always cold and cold."

"you……"

Wen Yi was about to be hurt by his anger, but at the same time there was a kind of unspeakable soreness. He bit his lip and pulled his hand back, and threw a sentence at the doctor, "Check and treat his injuries."

Then, regardless of the man's gaze, he walked straight to the French window.

The doctor hurriedly moved forward, professionally and carefully removed the bandage tied by the man, and checked the injury again. After taking a closer look, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It’s okay, it’s only cracked. It’s a bit of blood but it’s not too serious, but you have to rest at home for at least three days... Mr. Mo, I will re-dress you with medicine."

The man hummed, his eyes still looking at the woman standing in front of the window, not knowing what she was looking at or thinking.

Fifteen minutes later, the doctor broke the constant silence, "Mrs. Mo, the grandson’s injury has been temporarily taken care of, because the healing area has been cracked, so remember that the wound should not touch water or continue to..."

What are the remaining words, it goes without saying, naturally just can't continue to toss.

The thoughts and brains of the rich are really not what ordinary people can understand, and they simply don't take their bodies seriously.

"I see," she turned around and corrected calmly, "but I am not Mrs. Mo. I divorced him."

The doctor was silent.

Even after divorce...

But he didn't dare to say more, he turned around and hurried out of the bedroom after he was told.

Wen Yi glanced at the man on the hospital bed. He had been looking at her. She knew that because there was a sense of existence in his sight, and the sight of a man who had a strong sense of existence was even more difficult to ignore.

She raised her foot and walked out the door.

Mo Shichen watched her movements, his pupils shrank, is she leaving?

He thought she was feeling soft, at least not going away at this time.

"Barley."

The man's voice was low and hoarse.

When she was not divorced, he kept calling her Mrs. Mo, or his wife. After the divorce, it was Miss Wen and Wen Yi. I don't know when he started calling this Yi'er so naturally.

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