Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Wen Yi wore the thickest coat and thick warm boots, and went out with an umbrella.

The rain is not heavy, it is the kind that floats, but it is very cool, especially in this season.

As she walked, she couldn't help complaining, walking out of the heater on such a cold day, no matter how much she wore, she was really tired of this man Mo Shichen.

There is always a lamp set up high outside the gate of the villa. The range of aperture is larger than the rows of lamps in the garden. It is dim and quiet, and even the drifting rain can be seen clearly.

Mo Shichen must have been a little tired from standing, his tall body was leaning against the car, the light fell on his body like a cool soft light, and his hair was wet.

When she passed by with an umbrella, the man was lighting a cigarette, which was inconvenient, but after lighting the lighter a few times, it still lit as expected.

Smoke curled around his handsome face.

From the visual point of view, it is beautiful, but in terms of touch, there is only one word, cold.

Wen Yi opened the door, the man who was smoking a cigarette heard the movement, looked up at her, raised his brows, then narrowed his eyes, with a smile on his thin lips, he didn't take the initiative to walk over, just watched her walk towards him step by step.

She was wearing a calf-length coat, thick winter boots on her feet, and a beige scarf around her neck. She had short hair flying in the air. This outfit was all for keeping out the cold and was quite bulky.

When she walked up to him, Mo Shichen looked down at her red nose, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it cold?"

When he got closer, Wen Yi could see the thin water stains on his black coat, and his face in this cold wind and warm light had a kind of clear and sexy look, his eyes were fixed on her, as if she was the only one in his eyes .

Holding the umbrella handle in her hand, she said softly and coolly, "My mother asked me to tell you to leave, don't fall ill in front of my house, bad luck."

He smiled, holding a cigarette in one hand, "No."

Wen Yi looked at him for a while, "Aren't you going?"

With a smile still on his lips, he shook his head.

"OK then."

She replied without emotion, then turned around, making a gesture to go back.

To be precise, she really walked back.

The man behind him didn't move at all, the only thing he could feel was that he was staring at her for a moment.

He didn't make a sound until Wen Yi entered the door.

She stood still and turned to look at him.

Mo Shichen was still standing there, calm and careless, staring at her with deep eyes that seemed to have light stars, maybe the rain fell into his eyes, reflected by the light, he kept staring at her with a cigarette in his mouth.

Her hand holding the umbrella was tight. At this moment, she really felt loved.

Even if it's an illusion, it's still a feeling.

Women, what a superficial creature.

Mo Shichen still walked up to her, and whispered softly, "It's cold, let's go in."

She asked him, "Does it make sense?"

"Love is inherently meaningless."

"So what if my mother forgives you, I still won't like you anymore."

"That's another story."

"Okay," she looked at him lightly, and said lightly, "whatever you want."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left, took the door behind him, and didn't look back this time.

And Mo Shichen watched her back through the iron gate as she walked into the depths of the villa until she disappeared.

This is Wen Yi's recent impression. When she saw him alone for the first time, she was not harassed by him frivolously. In the past, he must have seized the opportunity to hug and kiss, and he would never let go if he had the opportunity to have sex passed.

He never misses the cheapness of his mouth.

During the whole process just now, he didn't reach out to touch a single hair of her, and the reason is obvious, his whole body was wet and cold.

He actually thought about it too, of course he thought about it, he was soaked by the cool rain so that every nerve was numb from the cold, but she looked warm and soft, how much coldness could be dispelled by hugging her.

But can't just can't.

…………

Mother Wen asked her the next morning, "What did you tell him last night? How did I hear that he left this morning?"

Wen Yi lowered her eyes, picked up the milk, and lowered her eyes, "Xiao Zhi moved his feelings with reason, but he won't listen, what can I do, I can't pull him in to rest at our house, then we are too kind Bullied."

Mother Wen yelled and yelled, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Wen Yi felt that her heart had really calmed down, and she no longer caused the slightest ripple for him. Even when she thought about it, she still felt some unknown emotions under her consciousness, but that could no longer affect her emotions. .

…………

Mo Shichen "fulfilled his wish" and fell ill. It was very difficult for him not to catch a cold.

He called her, "Would you like to come and see me? If you do, you can drop by Shen Yu."

She didn't hesitate much, "Okay."

After she easily agreed, the man was silent instead, probably thinking that she avoided him like a snake and would find an excuse to refuse, he curled his lips, "Did I create a chance for you to come and see Shen Yu?"

"I should go and see you when you are hospitalized. After all, I am still a person who cherishes my life."

"Okay," his voice was hoarse after illness, "I'll wait for you."

…………

As expected, Wen Yi went to the hospital, and went to see Mo Shichen first.

She knocked on the door and entered. When he entered, he was sitting on the hospital bed, staring at the notebook on the table. When he was thinking, he looked more serious than usual, and he was very focused. Even when she entered, it took a few seconds for him to react. .

Wen Yi raised her eyebrows, "You're still thinking about work, you just have a common cold, right?"

"A common cold, isn't it worth your visit?"

She put down her bag, sat down by the way, and replied casually, "It's all the same."

Mo Shichen narrowed his eyes, his eyes were dark. Does it matter to her whether he is seriously ill or has a cold?

Her makeup is clean, and the daily light bean paste color is applied on her lips, which is very gentle. I don't know whether it's because of the makeup or because she really has a good rest. The complexion of the whole person looks quite good.

She was still sitting with her shoulders straight, and smiled at him, "Since you're hospitalized, why don't you let yourself rest for a few days?"

Mo Shichen looked into her eyes, "Miss Wen doesn't seem to be here to visit."

He is already speaking.

"Does what you said in Shen Yu's ward yesterday still count? This matter is over, and you won't pester me anymore."

It doesn't count, he didn't even think about agreeing, it was just a tactic to delay the attack.

But of course he wouldn't say that.

Mo Shichen didn't reply, waiting for her next words.

"I thought about it for a long time last night." She pursed her red lips and said quietly, "I used to think that you liked me a little bit, so I was willing to be with you, and in fact, I have been waiting for you to say that you love me That day, but the time has passed, and I can give you the answer to the question you asked me to think about downstairs in my apartment last night."

Because even if it was an illusion, she felt a little bit loved.

So, she can also think about this issue.