The man's cold, calloused fingers touched the skin of her chest, almost arousing a shudder in her. Wen Yi didn't even hesitate, she stepped back, and even her clothes finally noticed and closed up. .
Mo Shichen looked at her condescendingly, his handsome face showing no signs of emotion, only his dark eyes passing through thin waves.
He took back his hand calmly, his face still half indifferent and half mocking.
But the look on her face when she opened her eyes just now suddenly came to mind.
He was probably not awake yet, so he looked dazed, with complex and thick emotions welling up in his eyes.
That’s close—
The way a woman looks at her husband.
"Don't you want to buy a duck?" A man sneered coldly above his head, "Why are you shrinking like a little virgin, aren't you?"
Wen Yi raised her eyes and looked at him, "What, you **?"
Mo Shichen, “…”
He said calmly, "Miss Wen, if you really want it, let's be more frank. When you are hungry, you should eat, and when you are itchy, you should have sex. If you are satisfied earlier, I will go back to the hospital earlier. The best of both worlds, great joy. Why keep it secretive and waste our mutual time."
Wen Yi looked at him in disbelief.
What did he just say
Itchy... Itchy
When Mo Shichen saw that she didn't object, he leaned down again and took off her clothes.
His eyes were calm and indifferent, and even his work was neat and business-like.
"The unmarried wife in your heart is still lying unconscious in the intensive care unit to save you. Now you are doing this kind of thing with other women. I really don't see how big your heart is."
The man knelt on one knee beside her and said in a calm voice, "Just because she was unconscious in the intensive care unit to save me, I am willing to sacrifice my life. Otherwise, Miss Wen, do you want to see me perform a show of preferring death over surrender? Or do you think Should I die for love?"
Wen Yi, "..."
Sacrifice yourself
She smiled, squinted her eyes and said lukewarmly, "Should I praise you for your ability to bend and stretch?"
He said calmly, "No need."
"Hands away."
The man raised the corners of his lips, "Don't you want it?"
Wen Yi's tone was similar to his, "Can't you see that I'm hungry and sleepy, and I just want to eat something and go to sleep?"
She flew here from Paris, and due to the long flight and jet lag, she hadn't slept well for a long time, nor had she eaten seriously. She didn't feel much at the hospital just now due to the emotional impact.
Now, she just feels very tired and wants to take a good rest.
Then consider the current situation.
Mo Shichen looked down at her plain face, then retracted his hand, stood up, walked to another double sofa and sat down on the side.
Wen Yi dialed aleb on her mobile phone, "Go to a nearby restaurant and buy me two lunches. Just Chinese food."
The man sat on the sofa, lowered his head and listened to the woman's soft and cool voice as she announced the names of several dishes.
When he heard the next few words, his eyes still moved.
Although he had been awake for more than half a year, his body really gradually recovered, and it was almost recently that he was able to get out of bed and live like a normal person.
When a person loses his memory, he will be indifferent to many things in the past, such as his past, such as the woman in front of him. Even if he clearly knows that she is his wife, he still cannot create the feelings of a husband out of thin air.
But some things will not change, such as certain instinct-forming abilities, such as preferences.
Several of the dishes that came out of this woman's mouth were clearly his favorite dishes.
It is said that he had an accident five years ago.
Mo Shichen put a hand on the armrest of the sofa, watched her hang up the phone and asked calmly, "Miss Wen, can I ask you a question?"
Wen Yi put down her phone and glanced at him, "Why didn't you think you were presumptuous just now?"
“…”
"Didn't you remarry?"
When he asked this question, it was so irrelevant that Wen Yi felt that he didn't seem to have lost his memory at all, but that he really was not Mo Shichen.
She pursed her lips, took the pillow into her arms, and said softly and casually, "No."
The man's tone was still very calm, "You don't have a boyfriend at this stage?"
She looked at him and said flatly, "No."
She laughed coldly in her heart and thought casually that although this man had lost his memory, it would probably not be difficult to train him to take over Mo Shiqian's position and become the CEO of Clod Summer.
Look how carefully he chooses his words at this stage.
It’s not about whether I have a boyfriend, or whether I’ve ever had a boyfriend, it’s accurate to the present stage.
He was sitting on the sofa, one hand casually clasped, and one of his long legs wrapped in meticulously ironed trousers was casually stretched out. He just looked at her, there seemed to be a smile in his voice, but there was no warmth at all. Yi Qingming Lengran said, "With your age, family background, ability, and beauty, it doesn't seem to be difficult to find a man who is worthy of you."
A smile flashed across the corner of the man's lips, seemingly inquiring, but also wrapped in a hint of playfulness, "Could it be that you can't forget my dead husband?"
He asked this question as if he was really just curious.
It's not surprising that he is curious, because there are so many curious people.
Her mother kept sighing and sighing every day, saying that she had been dead for so many years and it was time to let go.
Wen Yi said calmly, "No, I haven't thought about this problem." She smiled and raised her eyes to look at him, "You didn't die when I loved you most. Speaking of which, you The time of death is when I want to get rid of you.”
When she said this, her eyes were clearly looking at him, but they seemed to be looking at something else through him, her eyes were indescribably deep.
Mo Shichen looked at her plain and gentle face, and after a while he said, "It seems that I deserve to die."
Damn it.
When he "died", she was in great pain.
She thought at that time that she had thought that she had been deeply hurt by him, that she was so desperate that she had eliminated all love, and that she would never be sad because of him again in this life.
I really didn’t expect that he could still “die”.
Wen Yi didn't say anything, she just raised her thin white feet and put her calves on the coffee table in front of her.
This posture was not elegant, especially for someone like her who was originally extremely elegant, but when she really did it, it was so lazy and natural.
"In this case," the cool voice of the man on the sofa rang out, "there is no reason for us to have any unnecessary entanglement. Miss Wen, if necessary or necessary, we can go through the divorce procedures."
All Wen Yi's actions were stopped, as if the pause button of a movie was suddenly pressed.
She looked at him.
This man has completely lost his previous bad behavior. He is wearing an expensive shirt and trousers and talks to her in a calm and coherent tone, very much like the calm yet hidden imposing manner he used to have at the negotiating table.