But in fact, her mind was very confused. She seemed to be very clear and could understand and digest every word he said, but she seemed to be unable to hear anything.
He is always very calm, so cool that it makes people feel cold-blooded.
But a long time ago, she was probably obsessed with this posture.
Aloof, calm and sober, he is amidst fame and wealth, even at the peak, but he never seems to be burdened by fame and wealth. He gets everything he wants, but they cannot tie him down and control him, they can only be controlled by him. They include feelings.
When they first met at the age of seventeen, they were dressed in fine clothes, fine wine, and bright lights. It was as if he was born to belong to that kind of occasion. He didn't have to say anything or do anything to attract attention and become the focus and center with his own halo.
But he just didn't seem to blend in with the others. Although he was smiling, he could chat and laugh freely with the people next to him. But even if he stood together, he would keep to himself, as if watching a fire from the other side, with cold eyes and indifferent eyes. Watching him skillfully deal with all this.
You can only look up to and be infatuated with her. Once you really become the person you sleep with, such calmness and sobriety can cool your blood.
What's more, a woman's greed in love is inevitable, Wen Yi asked herself.
Mo Shichen had lowered his head, his thin lips were a finger's distance away from hers, and he whispered slowly and clearly word by word, "But now, Wen Yi, I like you for who you are now, not for losing who you are now. I want to To possess you completely and forever—"
He said in a low voice, "Give me a chance now, okay?"
He was so close that Wen Yi felt like her breath was being robbed by him, "What... what chance?"
“Opportunities outside of the agreement.”
Wen Yi wanted to step back and leave the area enveloped by his breath, but there was a car behind her, and his hand was placed on her waist again, seemingly casually, but in fact it was holding her in his arms.
She lowered her head and casually asked a very blunt topic, "You... don't your lower back hurt?"
The man said calmly, "It doesn't hurt."
"My forehead hurts."
He looked at her for a while, then suddenly smiled and raised her face with his fingers, "Then I'll kiss you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he kissed her on the lips.
He held her face with one hand, and the kiss this time was gentle and lingering.
She didn't avoid it after all.
… …
After entering the house, the servant came up to see Wen Yi come back safe and sound, and said with relief, "Madam, are you okay... I heard from my husband that you were in a car accident. I was scared to death."
Wen Yi pursed her lips and smiled, "I'm fine. It's not about the car accident. I just touched my forehead."
"It's okay, it's okay..." After repeating it twice, she suddenly remembered it again, and turned to ask the man on the side, "Young Master, we don't know when you will come back, so the lunch is not hot... Do you want the kitchen? Make another one, has your wife eaten?"
Mo Shichen said nonchalantly, "I don't have much appetite. Let's eat early in the evening."
Wen Yi glanced at him, "You didn't have lunch?"
He hummed and said, "Eat a little."
The man said it casually, but the servant beside him couldn't hold it back and added with a smile, "The eldest son just sat down to eat lunch when he received a call saying that you were in a car accident... He was still in the mood to eat, so he threw away his chopsticks and left. .”
Mo Shichen lowered his head and glanced at the servant warmly. He said nothing and showed no signs of happiness or anger, but there was no sign of displeasure.
Wen Yi still spoke, "Let the kitchen prepare something to eat, simple porridge or desserts are fine... However, your eldest son doesn't like sweet things, so let's prepare some porridge, just something light."
The servant looked at Mo Shichen.
He didn't express his position. Silence represents acquiescence in most situations, at least for now.
"I'll have the kitchen prepare it right away and send it over."
After the servant left, Wen Yi had changed her shoes and was about to walk upstairs when her arm was suddenly pulled from behind.
She looked back at him.
He smiled lightly and asked in a low voice, "Whose family do I belong to?"
Wen Yi, "..."
… …
Mo Shichen went back to the bedroom and lay down.
Wen Yi watched from the side as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, took off his clothes, put on the nightgown she handed over and returned to the bed. Although his brows were not furrowed, his brows were pressed down, handsome. His face showed a look of tiredness that had relaxed after a long effort.
She couldn't hold it back, frowned and asked, "Has your injury worsened and it hurts now?"
He spoke in a normal tone, half-closed his eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "It's okay, just rest for a while and you'll be fine."
He wasn't lying face up, but on a pillow.
A thin quilt covered his lower back, which was covered with bare skin. His skin color was fair, but not weak. Looking at it, it made people think that he had a very powerful body.
She pursed her lips and said, "I'll call the doctor to come over and check you out... I don't know why you lost your temper in the hospital just now and walked away faster than anyone else. Otherwise, you should have checked yourself. The hospital has complete equipment and is much more convenient than at home.”
Mo Shichen just smiled, "No need, I know my own body, just rest for half a day." He rested his chin on the back of his hand, tilted his face in her direction, squinted his eyes and said, "It's boring lying like this. , you come up and lie down with me for a while, and talk to me."
Wen Yi stood still.
"Aren't you still ready to speak for Muse? Come and lie down with me."
She walked around the end of the bed and walked to the bed on the other side. She got on the bed, but did not lie down. Instead, she sat with her back against the head of the bed. "Master Mo, I seem to have never said anything about muse." , but you only mentioned it twice...are you hoping that I can plead for her so that you can find a way to let her go, or that you didn't intend to embarrass her more in the first place, right?"
Mo Shichen almost laughed angrily at her words, "Madam, can you have more drama in your mind?"
"Then what do you always mention?"
He smiled lowly, "You are so jealous."
Wen Yi said with a straight face, "I'm just talking about the matter. How can I compare with you? You can have a bad temper."
Although most of his anger was vented towards muse today, and everyone else was affected by Chi Yu, his temper was rarely shown so openly. Last time she wanted to throw Li Qianrui out of the hospital in Jiangcheng, so he broke into the hotel to settle the score with her.
But today when he turned his face in front of others and coldly told Muse to go away, her heart skipped a beat and she had the illusion that this man had been offended by someone one day, and he was also a man who didn't recognize his relatives. He had this cold and ruthless energy in his bones. Son.
Of course, although they are bickering now, the atmosphere is still harmonious, so now she can't imagine that this man who usually seems gentle or indifferent will one day use such decisive and ruthless extreme methods on her. .
"It doesn't matter if I'm jealous. Do you want me to kiss you?"