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

The man kissed her on the cheek and kissed her ear again, "Baby, what I want will fight for plunder. No one can force me to do what I don’t want to do, whether it’s you want to rush My excuse for leaving, the matter you are worried about is not worth mentioning to me, let alone a few months or a few years, even if it will be like this in the future, it is still not worth mentioning."

The voice was low and dumb, and there was an unspeakable scent of affection, which made the nerve endings blown by his breath shudder slightly.

She heard her own stiff voice, "Your ability to speak love words has increased."

He still kissed her softly, and his throat also overflowed with a low smile, "To tell the truth better, is it love?" The man teased her thin red ears, "I don't bother to take some flashy and false words. Coming to lie to a woman, or do you want me to follow you, so sullen and sullen, your heart is already swaying, and you have to put on a reserved look?"

"..."

Wen Yi was itchy by his breath, and these words that were too dumb and too close would set off her tremor. She was held by him, her fingers had already unconsciously tightened his clothes, "I just No, Mr. Mo, you are always so passionate. Do you want to see the doctor if you have any mental illness? It was because you were entangled that I was reluctant to be with you. Is it possible that you still want me to face you right away? Enthusiasm?"

She seemed to say this indifferently, but her ears were reddened, and she didn’t know why she didn’t know how to listen. It was an aunt and arrogant tone, more like a woman facing a man than she was indifferent. Coquettish.

So Mo Shichen smiled triumphantly again, without hiding his smile, buried his face in her shoulders.

"..."

Wen Yi was about to be irritated by the bastard's laugh. He wanted to break his arm and leave his embrace, and he wanted to smash his head with a pillow. Finally, he was very unconvinced and pulled an expressionless face with cold eyes. Look at him.

Mo Shichen finished laughing and didn't care about her expression at all. He only breathed into her cochlea ambiguously, her magnetic voice was low and sexy, "Baby, you are so arrogant and cute than pretending to be calm. ."

This man is really born with a strong heart, a relaxed and calm tone that seems to be her shy tone, and her kung fu proficiency is so shameless to the extreme, she really wants to...

"Don't you have any ideas? Are you really planning to stay in my apartment?"

The man raised his eyebrows, and said casually, "Except that I am a little far away from the company, there is nothing wrong with you, that is... Although we have room for two people and one dog, if we want to hire a servant, or in the future... …If you have a child, it’s a bit small, but it’s easy to solve. I asked Kangding to find a nearby house. The big deal is that we can change it to a bigger one. Do you still like an apartment or buy a house with a yard? "

"Forget it," she seemed to have changed her mind for a while. She might have planned that way subconsciously, and her voice lowered, "Let's move back to the manor. I still miss Mama Su, and the place is big and convenient. Eleven runs around."

He looked at her face quite seriously, "Are you willing to go back?" After a moment of silence, he smiled lightly, "If you don't want to, it's not a big deal, I don't want you to be unhappy with me ."

Is this man addicted to talking about love today?

The harder she pulled her face, "I said you are passionate about yourself, and you are getting more and more intense. I didn't want to go back because I didn't want to live with you so quickly. Is there any difference between you coming over and staying with me? Is there any difference between living in the manor with me? "

"..."

Oh, it seems to be such a rationale.

What she refused was to live with him, and then he moved in directly with his things.

She didn't know anything, but she was a little angry, so she slaved him for a while.

But he was quite at ease, letting the cook cook, and the cooking skills increased. She threw all the housework to him, not even the part-time workers. He also handled everything in an orderly manner, not rushed, nor at all. Annoyed, it seems that doing this is justified.

What is the meaning of this kind of slave? The fists went into the cotton.

But again... it is really interesting.

She used to like him to be handsome and elegant, which is a high-level and unhurried manner.

Now...she slowly felt a little bit in a daze. He could indeed treat her very well, very indulged, very accommodating, as if taken for granted, his temper seemed extremely bad, and she had no doubt that if she insisted on leaving him, He was probably going to do some frantic things again.

But it also seems that, in addition to this matter, other things, no matter how wild she is, the more she is, the more she can feel that invisible, but distinctly pampered, although she has cultivated her temperament for many years. , Rarely so.

Sometimes he even felt that he liked her "too much" to him.

Is it love?

It should be, at least shallow.

What about herself?

She actually couldn’t tell whether she was compromising under her own weakness. She couldn’t fight him, and she didn’t want to cause others to fight with him. She had been immersed for many years, and weighing the pros and cons was already her instinct. All the women who had to make way for love and hatred years ago.

Or, it’s the love that has flowed for too long in the years, but in fact it never passed away, but she didn’t admit it, and didn’t want to see it, so they settled like quicksand like the bottom of a river, but they were stirred again and again, and gradually Floated up.

Her heart built a city wall, and was removed by him either strongly or gently, and then, a little bit, and a little bit less, until it gradually became a ruined wall.

"Okay," he replied in a low voice, his face pressed against her cheek, his tone coaxing, "Let's go home and live. I will arrange for someone to come over tomorrow."

She hummed softly.

"Barley," he lowered his voice and whispered in her ear.

She looked at him, her eyes met him, and she was almost burned by the dark burns and pressures in his deep eyes. Only a few seconds later, she subconsciously answered, "What's the matter?"

"Are you starting to fall in love with me again?"

The distance between the bodies is very close, or there is no distance. It is obviously a cold winter day. I don't know why the body temperature between each other is a little too high, especially his eyes, which makes people afraid to look directly at them.

She held her breath, her eyes even flustered for a while, she didn't know how to answer.

"I want you to love me," he said in her ear, soft as a family murmur, and yet so calm and determined, "I want you to come back to me, want you to love me, only love me, like When I loved me the most."

I like to marry a sweet wife: Mo Shao, please collect it gently: (www.wuxiaspot.com) When a sweet wife gets married: Mo Shao, the fastest literary update under gentle handwriting.