Of course Wen Yi didn't know that the door was left open because when Muse came in, Mo Shichen said lightly that a man and a woman alone would cause misunderstanding, so the door should be left open.
That's why Wen Yi bumped into the door when he came.
Muse's red eyes became even redder, and there was still a thin layer of water in the eye sockets. I felt pity for her when I saw this look, but Wen Yi is a woman, not her daughter. I still pity her when I see her. Feel nothing.
Muse looked at her with boiling anger in his eyes, glaring at her fiercely.
This woman must have stirred up trouble, otherwise Shi Chen wouldn't have been able to turn around and be so unfeeling to her. She took a deep breath, bit her red lips, and strode past Wen Yi with such a menacing attitude. It's like bringing up a gust of wind.
Wen Yi turned her head and looked at the leaving muse. It wasn't until her figure disappeared at the top of the stairs that she looked back and walked towards the bedroom.
Mo Shichen's aura changed silently and quickly when she walked in. The heavy haze had faded away, and he returned to peaceful silence.
He stared deeply at the woman who walked in, trying to discern and find any clues from the expression on her face.
But Wen Yi looked very normal. After walking to the bedside, she put the files in her hand on the small table where he placed his notebooks and explained, "These documents and files were all compiled by Kanding. See if there is anything there." There may be fewer problems... I'll ask him to finish it and send it to you."
Mo Shichen didn't say anything, nor did he look through the items. His eyes stared at her without hesitation. It wasn't until Wen Yi took back the hand that put the items that he grabbed her wrist.
Wen Yi lowered her head and finally looked at him, "Is something wrong?"
"When's lunch?"
"Come on, the kitchen was already being prepared when I came here just now."
The man hummed, and squeezed her hand gently and hard with his slender fingers, "Did you hear that?"
Wen Yi nodded and admitted very frankly, "I didn't hear much, just a few minutes later."
"Are you satisfied?"
"What are you satisfied with?"
He raised his eyes and looked at her, and said calmly, "You know what I'm talking about, so why ask questions knowingly, Mrs. Mo."
She said suddenly, "Oh, you are talking about muse."
Mo Shichen said nothing, his deep eyes were calm, waiting for her response.
Wen Yi nodded, "As for the performance itself, I can give you ten points..."
"But what?"
"It's nothing," she looked at her hand held by him, and her tone became a little longer, "I just think... I used to think you didn't understand what distance is and how to keep it, but now I just discovered that you actually understand, and even if you think about it, many, many of you know how to control the situation."
Those injuries, intentional or unintentional, in the final analysis, are just because he doesn't care about this person.
It's not that he doesn't take care of anyone's feelings, it's just that he's too lazy to take care of them.
Mo Shichen looked into her eyes and kept squeezing her fingers in his hand. He just said slowly, "Wen Yi," he called her name. Although it was not as intimate and ambiguous as Mrs. Mo, it was more He seemed serious and cautious, just like his speaking speed, which was also low and slow, "If I hurt you before because I didn't love you, am I no longer qualified to love you now?"
He held the gentle hand in his hand, the palm of his hand was warm and powerful.
She didn't take her hand out, she just pursed her lips and said to the man's handsome face, "Aren't you always confident? The reason for betting so much is because you are confident. Let it be said that the woman you want to please must love you. It's also because you are confident enough, why, now you suddenly have no confidence?"
"Answer my question, Mrs. Mo."
"How do I know? I've never been loved by you. People usually don't know much about things they don't know."
… …
During lunch, Mo Shichen insisted on getting out of bed and asked the servant to move a table to the balcony to eat.
Wen Yi disagreed at first. Last night's personal doctor said that if he could not move, it would be better not to move, not to mention that it was just for a meal, and it was not necessary. But even if he tried hard, the man wouldn't listen.
He said, "I know my spine and my injuries very well. Mrs. Mo, do you think I'm so mad that I'm going to hurt myself after being rejected by a woman?"
Wen Yi was speechless and had no way to refute.
He could only say indifferently, "You said this yourself. If something goes wrong, don't think about asking me to take responsibility. I will compensate you for Maliao's divorce."
Mo Shichen said tepidly, "I don't expect you to be gentle and say something nice, but Vice President Wen, your man was only hurt because of you. Why don't you be so sarcastic and heartless?" Are you feeling uncomfortable all over?"
“…”
"Who told you that even though you were injured at your age, you refused to obey the doctor's instructions and recuperate, and you had to go through all the trouble?"
“…”
How old
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Mo Shichen narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Are you very dissatisfied that my current actions have not changed and I can't let you personally experience that your husband now has nothing to do with age?"
Wen Yi said nothing and looked at him speechlessly.
She just felt that as an adult man, the behavior of having to worry about an injury was very inconsistent with his thirty-year-old mind.
He said another line lightly, "If you really think so, I don't mind if you crawl on top of me."
“…”
Wen Yi brushed the broken hair that had fallen down to cover part of her sight, and Wen Wen said lightly, "Do you believe it or not, during the time I let you recuperate from your injuries, you can fully taste the erection, but you can't touch the woman." What does it feel like?”
Mo Shichen, “…”
A few seconds later, he said quietly in a low and sexy voice, "After dinner, I want to go out to bask in the sun. Mrs. Mo, you go change clothes. The outfit you changed into when you came back last night looks great. I like it very much."
Wen Yicai didn't bother to pay attention to him, and of course she wouldn't change her clothes because of his words. She only ordered the servants to move the small dining table to the balcony outside the bedroom, and brought in two chairs of suitable height.
But when eating, for the sake of convenience, she found that the clothes she wore today were inconvenient or a bit restrictive when lifting her shoulders and arms.
She pulled and pulled, but the man saw it all. He looked at the soup that the servant had put in his hand, and said with a half-smile, "Mrs. Mo, it would be more comfortable to change into another one, but why?" If you don’t change, you’ll have a hard time with me, is that interesting?”
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