The heights of the two are almost the same, and their temperaments also overlap, but the differences are more obvious. Mo Shichen's eyebrows have a hint of yuppie, but they don't appear frivolous, while Wen Hanye seems to have a gentle temper, but It also has a romantic temperament.
This is a high-end residential area with clean corridors and bright lights. It is only a bit luxurious and expensive but has an inhumane deserted feel.
Mo Shichen pulled his thin lips and smiled, "Mr. Xiao Wen seems to be dissatisfied with me?"
Wen Hanye said, "Don't dare."
“…”
The man's handsome face was always covered with a mask-like smile. His tone was gentle, but his meaning was clear, "I know I may have done a lot of things to hurt Wen Yi in the past, but for now, she is still mine. Wife..." He paused deliberately for a few seconds, and the corners of his lips raised, "It will be the same in the future."
Wen Hanye smiled half-heartedly, "Only... have you hurt her in the past?"
Mo Shichen narrowed his eyes, and his smile seemed to have faded, but the arc was still there, "It seems that Xiao Wen is very dissatisfied with me."
Wen Hanye shrugged his shoulders needlessly, with a casual smile on his face, "To be honest, we are all men. If Wen Yi hadn't been my sister, I would understand you very well, eldest son."
Mo Shichen raised his eyebrows silently and smiled softly, "The implication is that as a brother, you don't think I am a good candidate to be with your sister?"
Wen Hanye asked in surprise, "Does Mr. Mo think he is a good match?"
“…”
A few seconds later, Mo Shichen smiled with a smile on his lips and nodded without any psychological barriers, "Of course."
“…”
Wen Hanye shook his head, with a fake smile on his lips, "When it comes to being thick-skinned, my eldest son, you are really a rare match."
“…”
Mo Shichen spread his hands and said, "I am sincere to her. We are all men. Mr. Wen, do you also doubt my sincerity?"
Wen Hanye had no place to put his hands and put them in his pocket. He squinted his eyes and tried not to smile, "That woman named Li Qianrui, I heard that she has already come to the stage of discussing marriage with you. She was taken over by your brother." I don’t know where the kidnapper is, but here you can sleep with my sister and woo me with peace of mind... Tsk, although your relationship experience is not as rich as mine, you can turn over stories faster and more efficiently than I can, so I won’t accept it."
Mo Shichen's expression did not change, and he smiled knowingly, "Do you brothers and sisters think I am too ruthless?"
Wen Hanye nodded, sighed, and said with great regret, "You broke up with Use, and then you went on a blind date and got married to my sister... You broke it off right away, but it made these women never forget you."
Mo Shichen's handsome face was cold and desolate, with a half-smile but not a smile, "It's time to break up. I want to marry your sister. If we don't get married tomorrow, we will get married next year. Why waste so much time on pestering her?" To the end of the world?"
If it is broken, it is broken. If you choose, you will choose.
Just like when he was in Jiangcheng, he chose Li Qianrui. He neither regarded himself as Mo Shichen nor Wen Yi as his wife.
Now the choice has changed, but his approach has not changed in essence.
"You are pestering her now just because she is your wife, and you happened to have a little interest in her, so she is incomparable and the only right choice for you, just like when you lost your memory and lived in Jiangcheng. , Li Qianrui is the right choice for you..."
Wen Hanye's voice had a deliberately long and lazy tone, but it was always filled with cool energy, "But the right choice may not always be the right one. After you got married to my sister, you were often ambiguous with use. You abandoned me." Li Qianrui doesn't blink either. For you, no woman is irreplaceable, not to mention that this little bit of interest just happens to be... Mr. Mo, you are not the only one who can make the right choice."
For Wen Yi, rejecting the possibility of this relationship completely was the right choice.
He hadn't just hurt her in the past, he would in the future.
Mo Shichen said nothing.
He looked at Wen Hanye, and then at the door behind him that had been closed.
Wen Hanye didn't say anything more, stood up straight and walked past him with his feet up.
With a "ding", the elevator door opened. Wen Hanye walked straight into the elevator and quickly disappeared on this floor.
Mo Shichen stood in the cold and quiet corridor with bright and white lights for a while, then took a step forward, pressed the password with his finger, then opened the door and walked in.
Most of the lights in the apartment were turned off, but Wen Hanye was probably afraid that Wen Yi would wake up in the middle of the night, so he left the floor lamp next to the sofa in the living room. The light was dim, making it even more quiet in this quiet night.
He gently pushed open the bedroom door. In the hazy light, he could vaguely see the figure of a woman rising and falling on her chest, lying on her side, wondering if she was asleep.
He walked over to the bed.
The curtains were not closed, and the moon hanging still in the night cast bright white light in. She closed her eyes and breathed evenly. Maybe she had drunk wine, so she fell asleep quickly, but there was still thin skin on her face. red.
However, Mo Shichen noticed that the woman in the quilt was still wearing the same white skirt as at the banquet.
Although Wen Hanye was her biological brother, there were still differences between men and women even when they were adults, so he simply wiped her face with a hot towel, and it was impossible for him to change her clothes with his own hands.
He turned on the bedside lamp, scratched the woman's nose with his fingers, and whispered, "Wen Yi."
The woman frowned and moved her head, but there was no sign of opening her eyes.
… …
The next morning, Wen Yi opened her eyes and woke up at the usual time. She sat up holding her somewhat groggy head and patted her face to dispel the sleepiness.
After sitting for nearly three to five minutes, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed. But when her feet landed on the ground, she suddenly realized something. She lowered her head and looked at the nightgown she was wearing... Her expression suddenly changed.
She remembered... She drank a few glasses of vodka last night. Although she was a bit drunk, she still knew that it was her brother who sent her back.
Her brother wouldn't be so perverted as to change her clothes, would he
That guy was very precocious. He understood the difference between men and women even before he entered junior high school. He avoided her before she even started to develop.
After sitting by the bed for a while, she comforted herself. Maybe she felt uncomfortable sleeping in the dress last night and changed it herself. Anyway, she would enter amnesia mode when she was drunk.
With this thought, she felt relieved a lot, got up and walked into the bathroom to wash up.
She stood in front of the sink squeezing out toothpaste without much energy. She accidentally raised her head and looked in the mirror. Her expression suddenly changed and she became confused.
In the clean mirror, the dark red and purple marks on her collarbone under her neck were clearly reflected.
If it wasn't a hickey, there was no other way to explain it.