Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Fart?

This man's words are really interesting.

The wound on the forehead was still throbbing slightly, Wen Yi unconsciously raised her hand and touched the gauze with her fingertips, and replied naturally, "He invited me to dinner probably because he had something to tell me, why didn't he go?"

She and Shen Yu are neither ex-exist nor ambiguous. They have known each other for so many years, so there is nothing to avoid.

Mo Shichen said coldly and coldly, "You think it's very upright?"

Wen Yi asked back, "Is there something dishonorable?"

He sneered, "It's fair and aboveboard, you say I don't know you?"

[You ask this a lot, do you know all my friends? 】

He really doesn't know many of her friends besides those in the company, but Shen Yu, if she didn't deliberately conceal or feel guilty, she could answer him casually instead of just skipping the question.

Wen Yi replied truthfully, "Because Shen Yu said...don't tell you before going out."

The man became more and more cold, "What does he say?"

She didn't speak for a while, and stared fixedly at his angry face.

Then he smiled softly, "You really have a big temper today, is it because I went to the appointment to eat with Shen Yu, or did I come out to eat with him without telling you?"

His voice was so cold that he said, "Maybe it's because you kept it from me and went to the appointment to have dinner with him."

Although it was for Muse's sake, she didn't know it beforehand.

The man was cold and angry, but Wen Yi smiled, moved her head to him, and looked at his face for a while, "Are you jealous?"

With a sullen face, he stared at her face coldly, and suddenly reached out his hand to grab the back of her head, and forced her to his direction. The four lips were pressed by gravity, and they were tightly attached to her. Together, without leaving a single gap.

The driver in front silently glanced at the two people behind from the rearview mirror, then quickly withdrew his gaze, sat upright and stared straight ahead, not daring to reveal the corner of his eyes.

Wen Yi wanted to push him away, but when she struck, she was still concerned about his injury, so she didn't use much force, she just clenched her fist and hit him on the shoulder.

This kiss was not just a kiss, the kissing and kissing gradually became full of provocative taste, and in the end it developed to be full of eroticism, and even the whole car was filled with ambiguous high temperature.

Occasionally making a sound, Wen Yi's face flushed red with blood.

Is this man still shameless? !

It's in a car, and there's a third person in front!

She wanted to break free and retreat to her original position, but her waist was tightly restrained by the man's hands.

When the kiss was finally over, the man let go of her lips, Wen Yi gasped and backed away, her eyes glaring at him.

Thinking of the strange noise the driver in front heard just now, she wanted to kill the bastard with a hammer.

Seeing her annoyed, Mo Shichen felt better. He licked the corner of his lips, and his smile was soft and sexy, "You're so close, I thought you were begging for a kiss."

The driver in front almost laughed out loud, but fortunately he gritted his teeth and held back his laughter.

Wen Yi was blocked by him, so she turned away her face and looked out of the car window, as if she didn't want to talk to him.

Mo Shichen didn't know whether it was his spine that restricted his mobility, or whether it was "remaining anger", and he didn't take the initiative to go over to coax her, or even strike up a conversation.

Since she turned her face to the side, she couldn't see his expression and face at this time, she could only fall into a quiet silence, and somehow, her heart was holding back even more.

Just like that, the car drove back to the villa in the manor under heavy silence.

After the car stopped on the parking lot, Wen Yi pushed the door open and was about to get out of the car, but before his feet landed, his arm was pulled by the man, and his deep voice was faint, "Shen Yu will hook you up, don't you have something to say?" What do you say for Muse, after eating other people's food, you will be angry with me when you come back?"

Wen Yi turned to look at him, "Who stipulated that I have to do things for her after eating her food? If I had known it was her, I wouldn't have gone today."

Besides, it also caused her forehead to be bruised.

His tone was relaxed, "Oh, didn't you say before that I really don't need to do this kind of thing to others?"

"Didn't you still have a cuckold expression on your face before, and your mood has changed so quickly?"

He said frankly, "I'm jealous."

"Then your jealousy fades pretty quickly."

"Better than you, just kiss me."

Wen Yi, "..."

There is no way to talk about this.

She wanted to leave, but the man grabbed her arm, and she couldn't pull it out no matter how hard she tried.

Mo Shichen stretched out his leg and kicked the driver's seat in front, "Still getting out of the car, waiting to watch a movie?"

The driver said, "...Young Master, I'm leaving right away."

After speaking, he hurriedly opened the driver's door and got out of the car, and left the scene quickly.

It was only the two of them left.

"Wen Yi," Wen Yi didn't look at him, so he didn't know where he took out a cigarette, and heard the lighter snap, and then the faint smell of tobacco wafted into her sense of smell, "To be honest , in your heart, I am really a very bad person?"

Hearing this sentence, the first answer that quickly flashed through her mind was: no.

She didn't have any other very strong and special resentment towards him, she just loved, loved, and then slowly faded away, and it has become a thing of the past.

It's not that he is a bad person in her heart, she just doesn't have that kind of thought about him.

Although recently, I occasionally think about it.

She answered truthfully, "Not to mention."

Mo Shichen unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car without haste, then went around the rear of the car, opened the door on her side, and took her out of the car by clasping her wrist, holding her with one hand. Smoking a cigarette, he closed the car door with one hand and pushed her against the car body.

He blew a smoke ring to the side, and then looked down at her, "I admit it, and you know that I approached you after I came back because you, in my judgment, are not...at least not for the time being. , so I don't want to divorce you."

Due to her height disadvantage, Wen Yi didn't want to stare at the shirt buttons on his chest all the time, so she still looked up at his face.

The wind was warm and cool, blowing her fine hair.

She didn't speak, just listened.

"I drafted the divorce agreement, not only to keep you in three months, but also to give myself three months. I followed my own thoughts and decisions, but it is impossible to live only for the past. "

His voice is deep and deep, like the beating of a light drum, vibrating her eardrums rhythmically. The wind is strong, and his thin lips are close together. When the wind blows, he makes an empty sound, as if the world is very big, but they are only together , "If these three months pass, and you still want to divorce, and I don't think you are the one I insist on, then we should really let it go."