Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

The man's cold fingers with thin calluses touched the skin of her chest, which almost caused her to shudder. Wen Yi didn't even froze, and just stepped back, even the clothes were finally sensed and closed up. .

Mo Shichen looked at her condescendingly, there was no wave on his handsome face, only the dark eyes flickered slightly.

He calmly withdrew his hand, his face still half indifferent and half mocking.

It's just that she suddenly remembered the expression when she opened her eyes just now.

Probably because he was not awake yet, so he appeared in a trance, with complex and thick emotions welling up in his eyes.

That's close to—

The way a woman looks at her husband.

"Didn't you want to buy a duck?" A man sneered coldly from above his head, "Why are you shrinking like a little virgin, aren't you?"

Wen Yi raised her eyes to look at him, "What, are you impotent?"

Mo Shichen, "..."

He said lightly, "Miss Wen, if you really want it, let's be more frank. If you're hungry, you should eat. If you're itchy, you should have sex. If you're satisfied sooner, I'll go back to the hospital earlier. It's the best of both worlds. I'm very happy. Why hide it and waste our time with each other."

Wen Yi looked at him in disbelief.

What did he just say?

Itchy... itchy?

Seeing that she didn't object, Mo Shichen bent down again and took off her clothes.

His eyes were calm and indifferent, and even his work was neat and tidy, full of businesslike rigidity.

"The unmarried wife in your heart is still lying unconscious in the intensive care unit to save you. I really didn't realize that you are doing this kind of thing with other women now. You have such a big heart."

The man knelt beside her on one knee, and said methodically and softly, "It's because she was unconscious in the intensive care unit to save me, so I'm willing to give up my life. Otherwise, Miss Wen, do you want to watch me perform rather than surrender, or do you think Should I die for love?"

Wen Yi, "..."

Sacrifice?

She smiled, squinted her eyes and said calmly, "Should I praise you for being able to bend and stretch?"

He said lightly, "No need."

"Take it away."

The man raised the corner of his lips, "Don't you want it?"

Wen Yi's tone was similar to his, "Can't you tell, I'm hungry and sleepy, and I just plan to eat something and go to bed?"

She flew over from Paris. The flight time was long and jet lag. She hadn't slept well or eaten seriously for a long time. She didn't feel much because of the emotional shock in the hospital just now.

Now, she just feels very tired and wants to take a good rest.

Then consider the current situation.

Mo Shichen looked down at her bland face, but withdrew his hand, stood up, walked to the other side sofa and sat down.

Wen Yi dialed Aleb on her mobile phone, "Go to a nearby restaurant and buy me two lunches, Chinese food is fine."

The man sat on the sofa and listened to the woman's soft and cool voice announcing the names of a few dishes.

When he heard the next few words, his eyes still moved.

Although he has been awake for more than half a year, his body has gradually recovered to the point where he can get out of bed and live like a normal person, almost recently.

When a person loses his memory, he will be insensitive to many things in the past, such as his past, such as the woman in front of him. Even if he knows that she is his wife, he still cannot produce the feelings of a husband out of thin air.

But some don't change, such as certain abilities that form instincts, such as preferences.

From the woman's mouth, several of them were clearly his favorite dishes.

It is said that his accident happened five years ago.

Mo Shichen put one hand on the armrest of the sofa, watched her hang up the phone, and asked indifferently, "Miss Wen, can I ask you a question?"

Wen Yi put down the phone and glanced at him, "Why didn't you feel presumptuous just now?"

"..."

"Did you not remarry?"

When he asked this question, it was so irrelevant that Wen Yi felt that he didn't have amnesia at all, but that he really wasn't Mo Shichen.

She pursed her lips, took the pillow into her arms again, and said softly and loosely, "No."

The man's tone was still very light, "No boyfriend at this stage?"

She looked at him and said flatly, "No."

She laughed coldly in her heart, and thought casually, although this man has lost his memory, it probably wouldn't be too difficult to train him to resume Mo Shiqian's position as the president of Clod-Summer.

Look how careful he is with his words, at this stage.

It's not about having a boyfriend, or having a boyfriend, it's accurate—at this stage.

He was sitting on the sofa, with one hand casually folded, and one long leg wrapped in meticulously pressed trousers stretched out casually, just looking at her like this, with a smile in his voice, but there was no warmth. Concerned, Qingming and coldly, "At your age, family background, ability, and beauty, it doesn't seem difficult to find a man who is worthy of you."

A smile crossed the corner of the man's lips, seeming to be probing, but also wrapped in a playful smile, "Could it be that you can't forget my dead husband?"

He asked this question as if he was really just curious.

It is not surprising that he is curious, because there are really a lot of curious people.

Her mother would babble and sigh every day, saying that after so many years of death, it is time to let go.

Wen Yi said very calmly, "No, I haven't thought about this issue." She smiled and raised her eyes to look at him, "You didn't die when I loved you the most. Speaking of which, you The time of death is the time when I want to get rid of you."

When she said this, her eyes were clearly looking at him, but it seemed that she was looking at something else through him, her eyes were indescribably deep.

Mo Shichen looked at her plain and gentle face, and said after a while, "It seems that I'm pretty damned."

Damn it.

When he "died", she was in pain.

At that time, she thought that she thought that she had already been hurt by him, and she was so desperate to get rid of all love, that she should never be sad because of him again in this life.

I really didn't expect that he could still "die".

Wen Yi didn't speak, but just raised her thin white feet and put her calves on the coffee table in front of her.

This pose was not elegant, especially for a person like her who was originally extremely elegant, but she really did it, and it was lazy and natural.

"In that case," the man on the sofa said with a cool voice, "there is no reason for us to have unnecessary entanglements. Miss Wen, if necessary or necessary, we can go through divorce procedures."

All Wen Yi's ongoing actions stopped just like that, as if the pause button was suddenly pressed on the screen of a movie.

She looked at him.

This man has completely faded away from the harshness just now, wearing a luxurious shirt and trousers, speaking to her in a calm and orderly tone, very much like his calm and hidden aura at the negotiating table.