Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Mo Shichen's fingers teased Eleven, his handsome silhouette was as clear as a cool mountain stream, his eyelids drooped, and all the color in his eyes was suppressed, and he smiled faintly, "Think?"

He asked back, and then replied, "Probably so."

Su's mother asked quite expectantly, "Then why don't you try...to reconcile with her?"

The man finally raised his eyelids, "Do you think I should reconcile with her?"

Su's mother didn't understand why he asked such a question for a moment. In fact, she didn't know the couple's affairs very clearly, but...

"I just saw that during the period when my wife was away, you were not very happy. Although I don't know why you and your wife separated...but if you still love her very much, try to get her back."

He asked flatly, "What if she doesn't want to."

"This..." Su's mother thought about her words, "Just do your best. In this way, you won't regret it, and neither will your wife."

Do your best?

This word has a strange incompatibility with him.

Mo Shichen withdrew his hand, lit a cigarette deftly, and after exhaling a few smoke rings, said hoarsely, "Mother Su, do you think she is happy when she is with me?"

"My wife... is not a person who is very happy and sad. It's not obvious whether she is happy or not, but I... don't think she is unhappy, and I think she misses you, so she must have you in her heart."

"Really," he lit his cigarette, letting the ashes fall into the ashtray, as if he was talking to the only other person in the restaurant, or talking to himself, or maybe he couldn't find something to say, Or a suitable target to tell, "I don't remember what happened five years ago, and I don't really know what kind of person I was before, but I can probably draw a similar outline from what I found out from the past. "

He didn't speak fast, as if he didn't care whether others were listening or not. Although Mama Su listened carefully, after speaking for a while, he stopped again and took a puff of cigarette. His voice seemed hoarse, but it was also lighter, " My mother passed away due to illness when I was five or six years old. However, she was also very depressed when she was alive, because my father was a very cold person, and the only love he had was given to other women before marriage. She is only respectful and indifferent to her, and she is also a natural workaholic, although she does not raise a lover outside, she rarely stays at home, and does not communicate with her when she does."

"He cares more about me than my mother, because he wants to cultivate a qualified heir in his mind, but even if it is father and son, my feelings for him should be very thin, or in other words, even if I grew up with him He had resentment in his heart, but I was cultivated and educated by him, I am very similar to him, even if I lose my memory, I still resemble him."

When Su's mother listened to these words, her tone was calm and orderly, as if she was analyzing a stranger who had nothing to do with him, not himself.

Mo Shichen watched the smoke he exhaled gradually spread out and then disappeared, staring at him with a low smile, and stated calmly, "Maybe, I really don't love a woman very much, or I'm not good at how to love a woman."

Let him chase Wen Yi, yes.

On the premise that she is willing to stay by his side, she wants him to do something, she can lose her temper with him, or order him to cook and make buns.

But what he is best at is plunder and capture. He has countless ways to force her to return to him obediently.

But when none of these worked, he was a little at a loss for a while.

In particular, Wen Yi was seriously ill and had to be hospitalized because of him.

He could torture her ruthlessly and watch her feel depressed and anxious for a while, even hating him so much that he gritted his teeth, but he forced a woman to go to the hospital with a high fever due to exhaustion and stress, and she stood up in front of her family and in front of him——

He was a failure.

If he loves this woman, he also fails in love, and failure in itself is enough to frustrate him.

Mother Su said in a daze, "But I think...you are very kind to your wife."

Mo Shichen stood up from the dining chair, "I used to think so too."

"Then... are you going to forget about it and stop looking for her?"

The slender fingers with well-defined bones pressed out the unburned cigarette in the ashtray, and said lightly, "It depends on her life, I will give her a chance to get rid of me."

After he came back from Paris, he regarded her as his wife and his property, whether he loved her or not, he had to hold her in his hands. Maybe he couldn't let it go, but he just didn't want to let it go.

If he gradually forgets her after letting go of this thought, then he won't look for her anymore.

If it takes too long for him to forget—

Then I really can only blame her for being so unfortunate in her life that she insisted on meeting him, falling in love with him and marrying him, because the person he identified was to be hugged in his arms no matter what means he tried.

Mo Shichen kicked Eleven, "I'm done eating, let's go, I'll take you to dinner."

…………

six days later.

When Kang Ding went to the president's office to deliver documents in the afternoon, he found that President Mo, who had been increasing his workload recently and even had a tighter schedule, neither stared at the laptop screen nor read the documents, but looked out the window, as if A trance attitude.

When he got closer, he realized that the screen of the laptop was black.

This means that the president has maintained this state for a while?

"Cough..." Kang Ding coughed lowly, and said after drawing the man's attention, "President, the financial statements for this quarter have been sorted out according to your requirements."

The man hummed, then lazily looked away, and reached out to take the document from him.

But Kang Ding found that although he put it in front of him, he didn't intend to look at it, "President, is there anything else you want to order?"

Mo Shichen raised his head and stared at him for a while, making Kang Ding's heart tremble. He finally asked, "Have you ever been broken in love?"

"……many years ago."

"How long does it usually take to put a woman down?"

"This... depends on the situation."

Mo Shichen looked at him expressionlessly.

Kang Ding bit the bullet and continued, "I don't have any feelings... I forget about it in a few days, and some... such as your brother... I can't let go of it for a few years."

He sneered, "There is a pit in the brain."

"..."

He picked up the signature pen next to him and played with it. Six days, he was really counting the days.

I can't count how many days.

Mo Shichen raised his eyes and said calmly, "Go..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

He closed his eyes, "Come in."

Another female secretary of his hurriedly said as soon as he opened the door, "President, Miss Wen is in the lobby...she must come up to see you, the front desk can't stop...should I ask her to come in or... call the security..."