Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Mo Shichen looked at the woman's shoulders which were mostly drenched, raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, when he found Wen Yi who was standing at the door staring at the things in his hand, and was already walking towards him quickly.

She hurriedly walked in front of him, reaching out her hand to grab what he was holding.

When the man raised his hand slightly, she missed it.

Wen Yi raised her hand to grab it, but she couldn't grab it better than Mo Shichen, he was not as tall as him, and his hands were not as long as him, as long as he stood up and hopped casually, she would not be able to reach him even if she jumped on tiptoe.

Of course, she didn't jump, her face was flushed from panting all the way up, her breathing was not calm, and she said in a bad tone, "Mo Shichen, it's mine, give it back to me."

Mo Shichen lowered his head and looked at her panting face amusedly, "It's raining so hard, and that's why you came here?"

"give me back!"

The man said leisurely, "This is mine."

"Who said it was yours? This is my study, and your study is next door."

"I know."

"Then you still don't give it to me?"

"The study is yours, but this letter is mine."

She couldn't snatch it, and she didn't have the heart to reason, so she simply said arrogantly, "Mo Shichen, what I say is mine is mine!"

Mo Shichen laughed immediately, and clicked his tongue, "What you say is yours is yours. You are really domineering."

Wen Yi, "..."

Seeing the man's calm posture, she bit her lips before she calmed down, and said coldly, "You know, after you die, as your spouse, I am the heir to the estate, and this manor is now under my name. Everything in it is mine."

Even if he regains his identity, many things still need to go through formalities. Although she is not interested in their family's manor, without her signature, this manor is still hers.

The man nodded his head calmly and said, "The manor belongs to you. Every table, chair, every tile, every flower and every tree here, including the dead weeds outside, are also yours, but this letter is still mine." , because... it has my name written on it."

As he said, he turned over the envelope held high in his hand. On the simple white envelope, he wrote on it with a black pen——

To Eleven.

There was more than one. Next to the bookshelf he was leaning against, there was a whole box neatly stacked in a wooden box that was about the same size as the bookshelf.

He just took out one at random, and only when he saw the name on the envelope, the woman rushed in dressed in wind and rain.

Wen Yi pursed her lips, staring at him with wide-open eyes.

The curtains were not drawn, a flash of lightning suddenly lit up, and her face looked pale and terrifying from the corner of her eye, followed by even more terrifying thunderclaps.

Mo Shichen glanced at the letter in his hand, then turned his head to look at the wooden box, and lowered his eyes to look at the woman who was wet by the rain and caused a watery feeling under the light. His already complicated eyes were stained with indescribable In the darkness, he spoke in a low voice, "These, could it be that you wrote me a confession letter?"

She didn't speak.

The manor has a history of hundreds of years. Once the time goes by, it will unknowingly accumulate an indescribable sense of depth, especially when no one has lived there for a long time and the popularity is still very thin.

Even though the light is bright at this time, there is also an indescribable deep silence.

The two just stared at each other for thirty seconds, or a minute.

Wen Yi suddenly jumped over him and walked past him, and opened the window forcefully, the cold rain was blown in by the cold wind, and easily wet her floor, she turned around and walked back to him without saying a word. Beside him, he struggled to pick up the wooden box.

Before Mo Shichen realized what she wanted to do, there was a bang, and hundreds of envelopes fell out like flowers scattered by a goddess. The wind blew a little farther away, but they were quickly knocked down by the rain.

It was still raining heavily, and the wind didn't stop. Mo Shichen stepped to her side with two long legs and pulled her aside. His expression was no longer as relaxed as before, his outline was tense, and his fingers were pinching her arm. It was an uncontrollable force, just like the anger in the voice, "Wen Yi, what are you doing?"

Wen Yi didn't look at him, but looked sideways at the dark window, where the wind and rain intersected, thunder intersected with lightning.

Those letters disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Thousands of love stories every night, hundreds of secret thoughts, spanning long years.

He hadn't seen it, and she had almost forgotten it.

Once the words written in ink are completely soaked in water, even if the paper is dry, those blurred words will no longer be read clearly.

The rain tonight is really timely.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Mo Shichen lost his patience and repeated his low growl again, "Wen Yi!"

He couldn't tell why he got angry, and the momentum gathered in his body was already a little bit irresistible. Before she came, he didn't have any strong thoughts about these letters, or he had to read them. idea.

But seeing them being destroyed helplessly, the chest was full of mania.

Especially looking at the half-wet hair and clothes of the woman in front of him, embarrassed and cold, the strength on his fingers kept getting out of control.

Wen Yi had already recovered, and looked up at him, "Even if it was yours, it's gone now." She stretched out her hand and separated the man's fingers holding her arm, her heart regained her calm, and said lightly, "There is another letter , You can watch it if you want, I'm going back."

After that, she turned around and walked out the door.

She wanted to grab the remaining one, maybe she could get it back, but she no longer had the idea.

Even she herself didn't know what was written in the letter he took out casually.

Maybe it's just—

The weather is good, the mood is good, etc., a few words that don't matter.

When Mo Shichen looked up again, the woman's figure had disappeared at the door.

The servant saw that the Wen Yi umbrella was about to go out, and hurriedly followed, "Ma'am, it's raining heavily outside, and it's thundering again, why don't you stay here tonight."

"no need."

The servant didn't have much to say, so he could only say, "Then... then wait, I'll get you an umbrella."

From going out here to returning to the car, with such heavy rain, she would probably be drenched all over without walking halfway.

Wen Yi couldn't tell what she felt at this moment, maybe she didn't feel anything, because her heart was indeed peaceful, she just didn't want to stay here, she just wanted to leave immediately.

Seeing that she was about to leave in the rain, the servant called from behind, "Hey, madam..."

But before Wen Yi walked into the rain, her arm was grabbed by a hand behind her, and with some force, she was easily pulled back from the door.

The opened door was also slammed shut by the man's hand with a bang.

"Wen Yi, lightning, thunder and rain, are you courting death?"