Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

The cool wind and rain at night, as well as the chill of late autumn, were all blocked out by this door.

Following the man's movements, her back was pressed against the door panel. In front of her eyes was the man's deep and deep handsome face under the bright pale light. The two of them faced each other silently. , and they all fell silent together.

She raised her face, her face calmed down, "I'm not a teenage girl, I'm not afraid of thunder or lightning, as for the heavy rain... the rain is a bit heavy, but it's okay, I'll go home and take a shower, After cooking ginger soup and drinking it, I can go to sleep directly, I am in good health and there is no problem."

As she spoke, she reached out to break his fingers again.

But this time, Mo Shichen didn't let her succeed, he squeezed her hand expressionlessly, turned and walked back.

Wen Yi was almost dragged by him, struggling and unable to break free, and her strength was even more unable to compete with the man, so she could only staggeringly be dragged away, "Mo Shichen, what are you doing?"

Mo Shichen didn't pay attention to her at all, and didn't even turn his head. When he passed the living room, he turned his head to the servant who watched the couple quarreling and didn't dare to make a sound and stayed in the corner to suppress his presence, and ordered in a cold voice, "Cook a bowl of ginger." Tea, here we go."

The servant quickly said yes.

The man's actions didn't have any scruples about pity and tenderness, on the contrary, they were a bit rough, and there was a strong sense of strength that he would drag her up no matter whether she obeyed or struggled.

Wen Yi's wrists were reddened by his fingers.

He pulled her to the bedroom door—

This was their former wedding room, the master bedroom, of course Wen Yi recognized it, but she struggled again in vain.

After that night in Jiangcheng, she instinctively feared and rejected being in the same room with this man, especially the bedroom, not to mention that even though this manor was under her name, this place belonged to him.

There was another "bang", and the door was kicked open by the man's long legs.

He clearly still had one hand free to twist the doorknob, but he insisted on kicking it so that the whole floor trembled.

Wen Yi was thrown back into the room by him.

Mo Shichen stood at the door, turned on the light calmly, and then closed the door smoothly.

The light suddenly came on, and the familiar scene that had been deeply buried in her memory suddenly came before her eyes unexpectedly. She felt a little at a loss for a while, and subconsciously looked at it——

The huge wedding photo was too big and conspicuous, she couldn't even see it.

Her eyes paused on it for a few seconds, and then quickly retracted.

She looked at the man standing in front of the door who was not close to her, pursed her lips and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

Mo Shichen looked at her with deep eyes.

Compared with her fast and exquisite style, she even looks a bit embarrassed now, her short hair is half wet and messed up, and her clothes are also like this. Half of the shoulders were exposed again, and even the face was still wet from the rain.

But this indescribable desolation made her seem to have shed that layer of elegant and arrogant mask, and she became flesh and blood and real.

His Adam's apple twitched, and when he spoke again, he had returned to his composure, "Hair and clothes are all wet, go take a hot bath and change into dry clothes."

Wen Yi was too lazy to quarrel with him, spilling that wooden box of letters out of the window just now seemed to have exhausted all her mental energy tonight, and she suddenly became tired, she raised her hand to support her forehead, "Mo Shichen , I just want to go home and sleep."

Why does this man insist on making life difficult for her?

Mo Shichen said lightly, "It's no fun arguing about these things, Wen Yi."

"It's boring, why are you wasting so much energy?"

"Like I said, it's raining and thundering, it's dangerous."

"I also said that I am not afraid..."

The man interrupted her calmly, "I'm afraid, is it okay?"

Wen Yi looked at him speechlessly, without moving.

"Do you want me to put water on you, or do you want me to undress you?"

"You changed your clothes, you don't mean you want me to sleep with you here... By the way, make a human with you so that Mo Shiqian can let Li Qianrui go, right?"

Mo Shichen smiled, "If you want to create a human being, I'm fine if you don't take a bath or change your clothes."

There was a moment of silence.

Wen Yi could see that the man had no intention of compromising, she pursed her lips, "I don't have any clothes to change."

"You go in, I'll get you clothes."

She looked at him lightly for a few seconds, then walked in with a blank expression.

Mo Shichen turned around and opened the bedroom door until the door was closed, and there was the sound of the shower inside, and went to the cloakroom next door to get a woman's clothes in——

These are probably the clothes she didn't take away five years ago. When the servant was packing up and preparing, she was afraid that she would have no clothes to wear when she came back, so they washed and dried them again. Although the style was a bit outdated, at least they were dry.

When Wen Yi came out wrapped in a bathrobe after taking a shower, she saw neat clothes placed at the end of the bed, and there was no man in the bedroom.

She frowned, walked over without thinking, carried her clothes back to the bathroom, changed them, wiped her wet short hair with a dry towel, and walked towards the door without thinking about blowing.

She didn't plan to spend the night here, but she still wanted to go back.

But it wasn't until she reached out to pull the door that she realized that it was locked.

………………

Not only did the pouring rain outside not stop, but it seemed to continue all night.

Even though a big black umbrella tightly covered the man's head, it still couldn't prevent the wind from blowing the rain onto his body and wet most of his body.

In addition to Mo Shichen who was holding a big black umbrella, beside him were two tall men who looked like bodyguards, also holding umbrellas, one of them was holding a flashlight, and the other was holding a wooden box.

Under the study on the second floor is the lawn of the garden.

Mo Shichen squatted down, and under the light of the flashlight, he picked up one of the envelopes that fell down.

The handwriting of the pen has been soaked by the rain so that it cannot be seen clearly.

He held it in his hand and looked at it. In the darkness of the night, no one could see the expression on his face clearly.

He waved to the bodyguard holding the wooden box, and the other party immediately put the wooden box at his feet knowingly.

Mo Shichen threw the envelope in,

The bodyguard glanced at him, and silently pushed the umbrella through the wooden box. Although it was actually soaked, his clothes were also wet anyway.

Hundreds or even thousands of letters were scattered everywhere. Fortunately, there was only grass in this area, no shrubs or other vegetation, and they could be seen at a glance.

Mo Shichen didn't open his mouth to speak, but the two bodyguards also had a tacit understanding. One held a wooden box in one hand and an umbrella in the other, and the other held a flashlight and an umbrella in the other, and occasionally bent down to help the man pick it up.

"My lord," the person holding the wooden box couldn't help saying with a voice like water in the boiling rain, "It rained too much, these letters are all wet, and even if they are dried, the contents cannot be discerned."