Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Wen Yi looked at him and asked with great interest, "Oh? Then what if I don't."

The man looked down at her indifferently, as if looking at a willful and ignorant child, "Why bother?"

She laughed and said, "Why not?"

His expression didn't change, and he said in a clear and unhurried manner, "No matter whether she did or didn't do anything, or how many things she did to you, she is not guilty of death, let alone she saved my life twice—— since You don't really want to divorce, so I guess, there is probably a deep bond of interest between us, and it's not suitable for tearing apart, is it?"

Is it.

Yes, it is.

Wen Yi suddenly lost interest, and she found it quite boring when he presented the facts to her so calmly and reasoned, unlike when he pointed a gun at Aleb just now, with such force that he seemed to wring her hand off Sometimes let her come with fighting spirit.

It seems that she is very emotional, which is why she has such a leisurely mood.

She looked sideways at the bodyguard one meter away, "Aleb."

The owner has been employed for many years, so there is no need to say anything superfluous.

Aleb murmured, "I understand."

"I'm going to sleep, get out."

Wen Yi turned around and walked towards the big bed. These words were undoubtedly addressed to Mo Shichen.

The suite was very quiet.

Mo Shichen was standing at the door, squinting his eyes at the woman who came out in a bathrobe and lifted the quilt again, climbed onto the bed and lay down as if no one else was there.

He pursed his lips and did not move for a while.

Wen Yi didn't go to see him, but she didn't know that she could still feel that the man hadn't left. She closed her eyes and called, "Aleb."

Able walked in immediately, turned off all the lights in the bedroom, then stopped at the door, and said softly to the indifferent and secretive man, "My lord, if you have nothing else to do, please leave, Miss Wen is going to sleep."

Mo Shichen didn't even look at him, turned around and walked straight away.

Before he came, he was still thinking, if this woman let him stay in the hotel again, whether he should stay or not.

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The rash caused by the allergic reaction to warm barley basically disappeared on the second day.

In the morning, she was still having breakfast when she received a call from Li Qianrui.

The serious injury plus the physical weakness after the operation, and her thin voice made the woman's voice sound extraordinarily weak and soft, "Miss Wen..."

Wen Yi held the phone in one hand, and a spoon in the other, and casually ate the assorted breakfast on the table without making a sound.

Li Qianrui seemed to have waited for a few seconds, but before she could respond, she continued to speak softly, "I'm sorry Miss Wen, I should have called you last night... but Li Ru said you were asleep, I don't want to bother you."

Wen Yi still didn't say a word.

Li Qianrui seemed anxious, and spoke quickly, "Miss Wen, I'm sorry, I really don't know... cough cough."

Before he could finish his sentence, he coughed violently.

Wen Yi, "..."

She frowned displeased.

Li Qianrui coughed on the other end for a while, and then began to speak intermittently, "I didn't know you and Li... cough cough."

Started coughing again.

Wen Yi threw the spoon in her hand, and interrupted her coldly, "Is Mo Shichen there?"

After Li Qianrui coughed for a moment, she asked cautiously, "Are you talking about... Li Ru?"

Wen Yi sneered inwardly, but her tone was still calm, "Whatever, listening to your half-dead cough in the morning makes you feel unappetizing and unlucky, just find someone who can speak human words."

Wen Yi didn't know that Li Qianrui's phone was turned on hands-free.

Sitting next to the hospital bed was a deep and gentle man, tapping his fingers on his kneecaps, listening to their conversation silently. When he heard these words, he raised his eyelids, stood up, and was about to be beaten by Father Li. She snatched the mobile phone in front of Li Qianrui, then turned and walked to the window.

He said lightly, "The mouth is so poisonous early in the morning, is it poisonous in your breakfast?"

Wen Yi was not surprised to hear his voice, and said calmly, "Then you should ask your parents if you were raised on poison."

Mo Shichen, "..."

After a moment of silence, he said, "When will you come to the hospital?"

"You guys are quite proactive."

"You let go, so naturally you should take the initiative."

Wen Yi smiled coldly and absent-mindedly, "I'll go if I have time. She's not lying on the bed half dead, unless she's dead, she doesn't seem to be able to go anywhere else. I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"

Mo Shichen, "..."

This woman really came out with a knife when she spoke.

He was expressionless, too lazy to pinch her, so he clicked end and cut off the call.

Wen Yi didn't expect that the man would hang up her phone without saying a word. At first she thought it was absurd, then she thought it was funny, and finally she turned cold and threw the phone aside, making a snap.

Looking at this table of sumptuous breakfast, I still feel that my appetite has been affected.

Except for Mo Shiqian, no one has dared to hang up on her phone like this for hundreds of years

Where did he get his face from?

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Before going to the hospital, Wen Yi browsed through all the information on Li Qianrui's family, including Mo Shichen. In fact, there was nothing interesting, because their home was very simple and could be scanned at a glance.

Moreover, she knew Li Qianrui a long time ago.

It was a disgrace to her intelligence to know this woman.

She met a representative of Jiangcheng for Mo Shiqian at noon, and drove to the hospital after four o'clock in the afternoon.

Aleb pushed the door open for her.

Only Li Qianrui and Li's father, who was taking care of him, were in the ward, and the man was not seen.

Wen Yi stepped on her high heels and walked in.

Father Li seemed a little scared when he saw her, his shoulders were bent, and he looked embarrassed and at a loss.

Li Qianrui hurriedly said weakly, "Dad, help me up."

Wen Yi looked at them, her delicate face was expressionless, warm and indifferent, like cold water in late autumn, if you looked carefully, there was a layer of mockery between her eyebrows and eyes.

Li Qianrui had just finished the operation, and Father Li was very careful when he put the pillow on her back, but even so, she still dragged her to the wound several times, gasping for breath in pain, and even her facial features were distorted in severe cases.

Wen Yi stood gracefully and calmly, without any emotion on her face or eyes.

Even though she was silent, Li Qianrui still sensed a high and pervasive ridicule from her for no reason, which made people feel prickly and uncomfortable.

Li Qianrui looked at her timidly, biting her bloodless lips with her white teeth, her physical weakness made her look even weaker, "Sister Wen..."

Wen Yi raised her hand and touched her ear, and said lazily, "I don't have a younger sister, don't disgust me."

Seeing her attitude, Li Qianrui was so sad that she couldn't help herself, her eyes seemed to be about to shed tears at any time.