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

This situation has been in a stalemate. Wen Yi is not willing to give him any response except indifferent. Mo Shichen wants to break this state, but has not found the right opportunity. She is like an ice wall.

Until one day he couldn't go in and drive to pick her up because of work, so he could only send the driver to replace him, and after notifying the driver, he still called her in person.

She didn't seem to care if he went or not.

The phone was answered half a minute after the call, and when her soft voice sounded, he was distracted, wondering if this woman didn't even want to answer the phone, so that in the next second, he would listen to her in his ear. Said, "What's the matter?"

Mo Shichen asked almost subconsciously, "I can't call you if I'm okay?"

In this rhetorical question, there is a bit of questioning.

Wen Yi was still faint, "What's the matter, let's talk about it."

Mo Shichen stayed quiet for a while before suppressing his temper, "I am off work late today and can't pick you up. I have asked the driver to wait for you at your company when you are off work."

"okay."

"I may have to come back later."

"Is there anything else?"

Hearing her alienated tone, Mo Shichen's heart seemed to be heavily suppressed by something. It has been so long, and he hasn't gotten used to her indifference. He closed his eyes halfway, and only said in a low voice, "You recently I have a bad appetite. Whether I want to eat or not, I have to eat as much as possible."

"I see, if nothing else, I'll hang up and a call comes in."

The shadow on the man's face is heavier, but he can only say, "Okay."

After this word, the other end hung up the phone.

There was silence in my ears.

…………

There was indeed a call from Wen Yi over there. After I hung up Mo Shichen’s call, he received a call from Wen’s mother, “Ye Er, take your brother’s car after work and come back with him in the evening. Eat at home, is it done?"

"okay."

Mother Wen hesitated for a few seconds and asked tentatively, "Would you like to call Mo Shichen... let him come after get off work?"

Wen Yi said flatly, "He just called me and said that he was very busy today and had to work overtime. He probably didn't have time."

This sounded like an excuse, and she felt so too.

Coincidentally, that was the case, she only answered his call half a minute ago.

Mother Wen obviously didn't believe it, but she didn't have much to say, and sighed, "Well then, I'll wait for you to come back at home."

"Okay, mom, bye."

…………

Fifteen minutes after Mo Shichen was on the phone with Wen Yi, he received a call from the driver he sent her, "Lord, I just went to pick up Miss Wen. She said she was going to Wen's house... so she took Wen Shao. Car, let me go first."

"Didn't I let you take her home?"

"Miss Wen said that Wen's family had dinner, so I just..."

He is a driver, so what can he say.

Dinner?

Mo Shichen sat in the chair, his hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously.

In the old days, the Wen family dinner, she would definitely call him.

What does she mean?

Or, there was no dinner at all, but she didn't want to go home, so she found an excuse to go back to her natal family?

Mo Shichen directly hung up the driver's phone.

Turning to think for a while, she still couldn't restrain herself, so she directly dialed Wen's phone number again and asked directly, "Why didn't you call me when you went back to Wen's house?"

Wen Yi was sitting in the co-pilot of Wen Hanye's car at this time, and he smiled when he heard that, "I'm just going home for a meal, is it necessary?"

He himself also worked late, so what would be the impact of her coming back earlier?

Mo Shichen suppressed his temper, but even so, he couldn't suppress the questioning tone, "Your mother will ask you to call me every time your family has a dinner party. It is not enough for you to fight with me now. You are ready to kick me out. Is it?"

Wen Yi felt that he was inexplicable. She didn't call him when she returned to her house to eat, just to kick him out?

She smiled faintly, "Why don't I know, when did you kick so well."

The man did not speak, but she could clearly hear his breathing suddenly heavier.

He has been patient and restrained his attitude for this period of time. Obviously he has tolerated it a lot.

Wen Yi has a ridiculous illusion that this man will explode sooner or later.

Mo Shichen was holding the signature pen in his other hand, not holding the phone. The black penholder could be broken by him at any time, but after all, he still didn't, and the man's tone dropped, "I will pick you up after get off work."

Wen Yi neither said good nor bad, just said, "Let's talk about it."

The ups and downs of Mo Shichen's breathing were more obvious than that. He wanted to say something, but he chose to directly cut off the call.

He was afraid that if he went on, he would really lose his temper at her.

It took a few seconds for Wen Yi to realize that the phone was hung up. This situation is very rare. She didn't even think about knowing that the man was angry on the other end. She pursed her lips and took the phone away carelessly. Into the bag.

Wen Hanye turned his head to look at her, and asked her with a smile, "You are pregnant with him in a cold war, don't you suffer?"

She faintly replied, "Why, I think he feels very happy when he is frustrated."

"..."

Wen Hanye shook his head and smiled. In this world, it is more than enough to count the counts of Prince Mo's hands.

He wanted to use his children to contain Wen Yi.

Well now, this child has become his biggest scruples.

With his usual style, how could he tolerate Wen Yi’s coldness for such a long time and dare not force him like he did in the past, undoubtedly he knew that if something happened to this child, it would be more **** than he was pregnant. .

He can't afford to gamble, so he dare not act rashly.

Wen Hanye's car drove into the Wen's villa, and Wen Ye was startled just a few steps after getting out of the car.

The long snowflakes fell from the sky and fluttered under the curtain of the darkening sky.

She raised her face, and a cold white fell on her cheek.

It's snowing.

Her new marriage to Mo Shichen was in the snow in the deep winter.

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Mo Shichen handled the rest of the work with the highest efficiency. By the end of it, it was almost nine o'clock. Just as he simply packed his things and picked up the car keys to go out, the phone rang.

He glanced down, and the note on the caller ID was: Mrs. Mo.

Surprisingly, it was the first time she took the initiative to call him in such a long time since the child's affairs.

only……

His thin lips curled up, arcing cold and self-deprecating, his premonition was certain, she took the initiative to call him for fear that it would be nothing good, most likely-she would not return to the manor tonight so he would not pick her up.

But even so, he still has to take it.

"Barley,"

"Are you done?"

It was so simple that it was just an opening greeting, but it warmed Mo Shichen's heart, because even with such a polite greeting, she hadn't had it for a long time.

So Mo Shichen lost his ability to think within a few seconds and said the truth softly, "I'll be here just after it's over."

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