And Mo Shichen stared at her deeply in the dim light.
"Movie selection... hmm."
Just as she was about to turn her face to talk to him, she was kissed by the man's thin lips.
Mo Shichen avoided the injury and hugged her, kissing her.
They kissed like this for about a minute, with the tip of his handsome nose rubbing against her cheek, and he chuckled hoarsely, "What movie did you choose?"
"A violent thriller."
“…”
Mo Shichen didn't know what was so funny about this, but he just laughed while playing with the woman's hair, "Is this what you like?"
Wen Yi said calmly, "Lest you harass me by looking at me and not looking at me."
“…”
At any rate, she knew him a little bit. Movies didn't appeal to him in general. He probably wasn't interested in romance and literary films, but detective and crime films. She thought he might not be too disdainful of them either, or violent thrillers. Okay, it’s direct enough and grabs people’s attention.
"Okay, let's just watch movies."
Half an hour later, Wen Yi felt that she still deeply overestimated her tolerance for discomfort.
The scene turned bloody and disgusting, so she silently turned her eyes away from the screen.
After more than ten seconds, out of curiosity, she turned her head again to look at the man next to her.
Then she looked at him so unexpectedly and ran into his sight.
Her heart skipped a beat and she covered her chest in fear.
Mo Shichen was holding his head and staring down at her. Seeing this, he seemed to find it funny, so he laughed outright.
“…”
She glared at him before turning her gaze back to the screen.
There happened to be a close-up shot of bloody flesh and blood. The wound was so rotten that maggots were growing on it. Wen Yi turned her head decisively.
Her reaction was reflected in the man's eyes. Mo Shichen supported his head and laughed happily.
The sound surrounding the entire theater suddenly became silent. Wen Yi looked around and saw that the man had pressed pause on the movie.
"It's too boring, I won't watch it anymore."
"Well, it's not interesting. Can I get another one?"
"up to you."
Mo Shichen didn't know much about movies, so he randomly picked a movie and played it.
Wen Yi just played an Italian movie, a translated version without subtitles.
This one... too.
The title sequence is playing at this time.
Wen Yi looked at the words on it and pursed her lips. After a few seconds, she stared at the man's face.
Mo Shichen was judging what kind of thing this was. He lowered his head after noticing her gaze. Seeing the woman's unkind look, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
"Master Mo, you are really inconsiderate at all."
“…”
He looked at her and then at the screen, "I thought you liked this kind of exotic literary film."
"Are you humiliating me?"
The man frowned, "Are you looking for trouble with me?"
Wen Yi tugged at the corners of her lips, "Look at the movie you chose. It's in Arabic. Do you not know that I don't understand Arabic, or are you ignoring it?" She said in a long and cool tone, "Anyway, No matter what it is, you are not considerate enough and don’t understand me.”
“…”
Mo Shichen wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't find the words to respond for a while, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
He doesn't know.
"Before graduation, you learned twelve languages, ten of which were proficient. In the few years after taking over the company, you learned four more, for a total of sixteen languages. Which ones are proficient and which ones can be communicated without any problems, I can do it. Count them out.”
That doesn't include the five years he lost, otherwise he might have known more.
"Wen Yi," he said solemnly, "This is not fair."
How long had she known him, and how long had he known her.
Wen Yi smiled and said nonchalantly, "Probably."
"Wen Yi."
She reached out and took the remote control from his hand, "Let's change it to a Chinese movie, a period movie."
The woman lowered her head and turned over the pages to herself, with no waves or ripples visible on her face.
"Would you have more faith in me if I regained my memory?"
"It's hard to say. You didn't give me any confidence five years ago."
The movie started soon.
Wen Yi watched a movie, and Mo Shichen watched her.
One is seemingly careless, and the other is becoming more and more secretive.
… …
After dark, Wen Yi wanted to go back to her apartment, but Mo Shichen still sent a driver to take her off.
There were lights all over the manor and it was beautiful.
Mo Shichen walked her into the car, his handsome face showing an indescribable loneliness and calmness under the warm yellow light.
"You won't go to work on the weekend, I will send someone to pick you up."
The driver had opened the back seat door.
Wen Yi was standing next to the car, and when she was about to bend down to get in, she remembered something. She turned back and smiled at the man standing half a meter away, "You're not really depressed until now because I said you were inconsiderate, are you?"
"Wind chill, get in the car."
"I just deliberately picked on you. If I asked my mother this question, she might not even know."
The man said calmly, "I'm not your mother."
“…”
Wen Yi shrugged and said meaninglessly, "Okay, whatever you want."
After saying that, she got in the car and the black Rambo left.
Mo Shichen stood in the night wind and turned around after a long time.
… …
Mo Shichen had to go back to work on Monday, and Wen Yi also agreed to Wen's mother to return to the company. During the two days of the weekend, Wen Yi still stayed with him in the manor as he wished, playing with the dog, reading books, watching movies, and basking in the sun. , which is quite pleasant.
But at four o'clock on Sunday afternoon, Wen Yi received a call from Mo Shiqian.
"I'll be at the airport in an hour, come and see me off."
"I send you?"
"Well, I have a gift for you."
"You? A gift? For me?"
“…”
Mo Shiqian lost the patience to communicate with her and said calmly, "I asked you to come, and you won't regret it if you come. Do you think I am very free?"
“…”
Mo Shiqian wants to give her a gift
Wen Yisu knew what he was like and thought that he might indeed have something important to tell him. She agreed without much thought, "Okay, I'll come over right away."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Yi was about to talk to Mo Shichen when she noticed that he was staring straight at her, with a slight smile on his lips and an indescribable danger in his eyes, "Send you a gift, Shen Yu? You still want to give me a gift?" Want to go there?"
“…”
She smiled at him, "Yeah, what's the problem?"
"You call him now and tell him you won't go."
"I won't fight."
Mo Shichen stared at her, with a sinister smile on his handsome features.
Wen Yi stood up and was about to leave.
But before she took two steps, the man pulled her back to her vagina. The next second, he took the phone from her hand.
"Mo Shichen—"
He had taken her mobile phone and seen the call records.
Oh, it's not Shen Yu.
The corners of Mo Shichen's lips raised slightly, "Yier, do you like to see me jealous for you?"