Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Wen Yi got up, casually put on a shawl over her pajamas, wore indoor slippers and went to the living room, took a banana on the tea table and peeled it to eat to satisfy her hunger, she still couldn't hold back her curiosity, and walked into the kitchen, she thought Look at what that man is doing...

She was leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, from her perspective, she could only see the man standing there with his back to her, steaming steam coming out from in front of him, making the sound of water being boiled.

He just stood there without moving, probably cooking soup?

Wen Yi's movement of eating bananas was actually not as good as the sound of boiling soup in a pot, but Mo Shichen was keen, and he noticed it after she stood there for less than ten seconds, and turned to look at her.

She is wearing a nightgown inside, with a small suspenders, the skirt is knee-length, milky white, two layers, the outside is a layer of white gauze, and a thin cashmere plaid shawl with tassels on the outside, the hair ends over the shoulders have reached At the collarbone, it is slightly messy, but it has a casual style.

She doesn't belong to that kind... She looks like she wants to make people sleep with her. She has a relatively sexy figure. After all, her bust is limited, but from the visual point of view, there is a kind of pure and gentle that no one else can replace. Be quiet.

Wen Yi finished eating a banana without blinking her eyes, then threw the banana peel into the trash can neatly and accurately, and said sarcastically, "Master Mo, if I really want to wait for your buns to eat, It seems that I can only wait until the next year's Qingming Festival or the anniversary of my death before I can be honored to be worshipped."

Mo Shichen, "..."

His face was dark and his tone was not good, "Go to the restaurant and sit down, you can eat right away."

His usual patience has always been good, but these few hours have been almost exhausted.

"Oh," she said in a cool tone, "How long will it be now? I've been asleep and woke up hungry and I don't have anything to eat. Why don't I eat a few more bananas and go back to sleep, and wait until I wake up tomorrow morning?" already ate."

"five minutes."

Wen Yi raised her wrist, looked at the time as a gesture, then turned around and walked towards the restaurant. During the few minutes of waiting, she took a look at the house with her mobile phone, thinking while watching... Well, she was similar to when she was in Paris. Buy a three-bedroom apartment in a high-end residence near the company.

Five minutes passed quickly, and the man brought steaming steamed buns to the table.

Wen Yi laughed out loud when she saw it, and it was the hahahaha kind...

The smiling Mo Shichen didn't know whether it was because she left Paris or because his buns were really funny, the usual restraint and elegance were gone, and he was so laughing that he lay on his face on the table, almost crying, "Oh my God ...There is such an ugly bun in this world..."

The more she laughed, the more expressionless he became.

If it was normal, when would he be afraid of being laughed at, and no one dared to laugh at him at all, did he want to die? It is also because Mr. Mo is proud and conceited in his bones, and these conceits are also supported by confidence and capital.

People, the more time and energy they spend on things that are not done well, the easier it is to become angry from embarrassment, see Mr. Mo at this moment.

He was at the side, reminding in a cool and cool way, "Madam, be careful that you lose your breath from laughing."

Wen Yi finished laughing before slowly closing her voice. She looked at the strangely shaped thing that had no shape of a bun with a look of disgust on her face, and she managed to recover her steady voice and commented, "You really can't be judged by appearances, a handsome heartthrob like Mr. Mo , to actually make such an ugly, disgusting steamed stuffed bun."

Mo Shichen didn't lose his temper either, he pulled out the chair and sat down beside her, took a small bowl, picked up a lump with chopsticks, blew it himself first, and then fed it to her lips, He smiled and said, "Try it."

"I'm Yan Kong, I don't want to eat such ugly buns."

"..."

He said patiently, "Ma'am, look at my hand."

She had actually seen it.

When he came over with the buns just now, her attention was taken away and she didn't notice others, but when he took the chopsticks and fed the buns to her lips, she had to be blind to not see.

The man came quickly with clear bones, so beautiful that one could tell at a glance that he was a nobleman with a golden spoon in his mouth. His hands were already horrible. His fingers were scalded, skinned, blistered, and several cuts...

Wen Yi shook her head, and said heartlessly, "Baozi is ugly with such ugly hands, how can you tell me to eat it?"

"..."

Mo Shichen said flatly, "Look at my face and eat."

"..."

"Don't eat."

He narrowed his eyes, and there was already a dangerous dark light in his deep eyes, "You said you wanted to eat buns, and I steamed them for hours."

"Even if you have been steamed for a few years, I won't eat it if you look ugly."

"Okay," Mo Shichen smiled angrily at her. Although he knew from the beginning that this woman wanted to eat buns purely to torment him, he did it and got hurt. He even got scalded several times like an idiot. , She even refused to open her mouth, and pressed her nose to her face, "Either, you eat my ugly buns, or, I feed you myself, anyway, you——Yan Kong."

Wen Yi, "...you have the nerve to force me to eat such an ugly and unpalatable food?"

He smiled and said, "The first day you knew I was shameless?"

"..."

Wen Yi ignored him.

Mo Shichen's hoarse voice coaxed her, "You should know that the reason why I attacked Ye Siran's brother before was because I knew that I would not be hard on you at that time. You are divorced from this marriage, but I also know that you are soft but not hard, so within the bottom line, I am still willing to use soft to you..." After a pause for a few seconds, the message on his lips deepened, "Madam, you don't want to, I and Turn your face, huh?"

These words seemed to be unabashedly coaxing and coercing.

"If I don't eat your buns, you will turn against me. Is this your attitude of being courteous?"

He lightly corrected, "This is not a steamed bun. This is a steamed bun that I steamed for several hours and scalded four times by hand."

"..."

Burning his hands made him feel proud, right?

Wen Yi was too lazy to chat with him, so she opened her mouth and took a bite of the bun that was already on her lips.

Mo Shichen stared at her slowly chewing movement with deep eyes, looked at the undisguised dislike and furrowed brows, put the bun directly into her mouth, and said coldly, "After eating, at least give me I eat five."

Let her torment him, let her dare to let him steam the buns.

Wen Yi felt that she was really hindering her upbringing and table manners so she didn't spit it out for him. Instead of chewing, she swallowed what was in her mouth dryly, and then pushed away his hand that was still holding the bun. With a choked throat, he said with a half-smile, "Master Mo, you tried every means to make such an unpalatable steamed stuffed bun, but you actually wanted to sleep with me, right?"

He squinted his eyes and sneered, "Why, are you willing to sleep with me?"

She pulled her lips, "Ugly and unpalatable steamed stuffed bun, compared with handsome and well-equipped men, of course I choose the latter one for my superficial facial features."