It wasn't until she walked out of the corridor where the underwear store was located that the man handed her the shopping bag and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Mo, for mentioning it."
Wen Yi glanced at it, raised her lips and smiled, "Master, what's the point of asking a woman to carry things when you go to a shopping mall?"
Her voice was always gentle, and she always had a businesslike and cold tone when speaking. Now she deliberately adjusted her tone, and the final sound of the word "ah" went up again, creating a soft and waxy effect that even she didn't notice. .
This look and voice were like a feather, tickling the tip of his heart back and forth, making it extremely itchy.
Mo Shichen's eyes darkened, and the smile in his eyes deepened. He said in a low and long voice, "Mrs. Mo, why do you ask questions knowingly?"
The shopping bag is marked with the logo of this underwear brand. Those who don't know it may not know it, but if they know the logo, they must know what is inside. It was a last resort to enter the store just now. If he didn't follow him in, Wen Yi might not go there either. , or buy a bunch more with the same style as her before—
It has only practical value and no aesthetic value.
He doesn't want to walk down the street carrying a bag of underwear...
Wen Yi's eyes were full of smiles, and her tone was innocent, "I don't know, I only know that a man as stinky as my brother, who usually works as a coolie when I go shopping with my sister-in-law, Mr. Mo is famous Gentleman, how can you let a woman carry something, and... don't you want to chase me? You are so sincere and want me to coax me to wear sexy underwear for you to see?"
The man was not annoyed, his smiling eyes were like faint burning flames, and he looked at the proud look on her eyebrows in a funny way, "Tell me, why are you so evil-minded, huh?"
Wen Yi smiled and said, "I don't want to mention it anyway. You want to see you carry it yourself."
The arc of smile on Mo Shichen's lips was not reduced at all, but his voice was lowered a bit, a little more muted, and the lingering smile became deeper, "Baby, you have known me for so many years, objectively speaking, do you think How's my heart?"
Wen Yi, "..."
Is this man threatening her
She didn't answer, and he didn't seem to need her answer. He answered leisurely, "It shouldn't be too bad, right?"
Wen Yi put on a fake smile, "...you are really self-aware."
He smiled sexy and dangerously, "But you don't seem to know this clearly enough."
"It's okay if you let me carry it. I'll go back to the apartment to sleep tonight."
It was clearly stated in the limited-time couple contract that she had to return to the manor to live in these three months.
Mo Shichen looked at her for a while, put away the smile on his lips, held her shopping bag in one hand and walked towards the elevator without hesitation.
Wen Yi, "..."
… …
Now that she had signed and agreed, Wen Yi didn't make any pretentious noises and refused to live with him or sleep with him. She even agreed to the love things that husband and wife had to do.
Not to mention that she is already a mature woman at her age. As a dignified vice president, Wen Yi is quite contractual.
On the way back, Wen Yi turned her head and asked the man driving the car, "Don't you let me go home and pack some things?"
"It's late tonight. I'll accompany you back to pack tomorrow. The manor has prepared everything you need."
For this reason, Wen Yi will not say any more.
Night has already fallen, and outside the car window is a world of prosperous lights.
After staring at the ever-changing night scene for a long time, she was suddenly struck by an inexplicable sense of loneliness. She had a ridiculous illusion that she was drifting on a journey with nowhere to go.
… …
When Wen Yi was taken to the bedroom by Mo Shichen, it happened to be around nine o'clock, which was neither early nor late.
She stood in the middle of the room, looking at the man who was taking off his suit and hanging his clothes with his back to her, and she felt indescribably at a loss.
She realized that she hadn't slept on the same bed with someone for a long time, and she felt unaccustomed to it even before she started.
Although I slept with him for a few nights before, the situation was very special. Either she slept on the bed and he slept on the floor, or she was forced or drunk to have a sleepy night. She was so tired physically and mentally that she no longer had the energy to sleep. The matter of a bed.
and…
She looked at the huge double bed. It was still gray when she came back, but now it was changed to bright red. Although it was not the festive mattress that looked like a wedding bed when they were newlywed, she and Mo Shichen I am not a person who particularly loves the color red. What does the color red represent? It goes without saying.
After Mo Shichen finished hanging his clothes, he turned around and immediately noticed something slightly unusual about her body. He walked up to her and said softly, "After a tiring day, go to the bathroom and take a bath." Take a bath and relax?”
She said nothing and nodded.
He played with her short hair with his fingers and said in a sexy voice, "There are all kinds of pajamas and nightgowns in the cloakroom next door. Do you want to choose them yourself, or should I get one for you?"
"I go by my own."
"Okay, then I'll give you some water."
Wen Yi didn't say anything more, just said yes, turned around and went out.
The contents of the cloakroom are no longer what they were when she came last time, and have all been replaced with the latest styles.
She agreed to his agreement and conditions after getting off work tonight, and then went to dinner with him. Until now, they have been staying together... This man probably had these clothes prepared when he was preparing those broken agreements.
He is really...
Unrestrained in arrogance.
She absent-mindedly picked out a white nightgown. The style was simple, neither revealing nor particularly conservative.
When she walked into the bathroom, she saw a man pouring essential oil into the steaming bathtub. Next to it were new bath towels, shower gel and a series of other things needed for bathing.
He was wearing a white custom-made shirt, with the collar open and the cuffs rolled up, hidden in the white mist, and his handsome face was gentle and unreal.
Putting the poured essential oil back to its original place, Mo Shichen walked up to her and said, "If you need anything, come to my study and call me after washing."
Wen Yi hesitated and agreed vaguely.
She thought to herself that she would not call him.
Mo Shichen saw her little thoughts at a glance and walked past her without revealing it, and closed the bathroom door when leaving.
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study.
On the large desk, there was a large wooden box with hundreds or thousands of letters neatly stacked inside. However, they had been thoroughly soaked in water and then carefully dried.
So even though it's dry, the paper is all wrinkled and uneven.
The handwriting on the letters was basically blurred because it had been soaked in water, but there were always a few lines of words in the letters whose contents could be vaguely discerned.
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