Mo Shichen was wearing a slim-fitting coat, his handsome face looked humble, and he looked like a polite junior, "I know that in the past, not only did Yi'er forgive me, but also you and Yi'er's father accepted me. ,"
He smiled lightly, "Don't worry, I won't let her down this time, let alone you and Yi'er's father."
There was a smile on Mother Wen's face and she nodded, "Go back, it's cold outside and you won't be able to bear it if you stand for a long time. Yi'er is pregnant and tonight is the day of your remarriage. Go and accompany her."
"Okay," Mo Shichen nodded and took a step back, "You two, be careful on the road."
Mother Wen waved her hand and got in the car.
Wen Yi stood behind the floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom. She could see the bright lights of the car parked in the distance, and could vaguely distinguish the two people standing next to the car. She touched her hair that had grown past her shoulders with one hand. , the other hand gently caressed the abdomen, which was not as flat as before, and my heart felt stable and warm like never before.
The car quickly left the manor.
When Mo Shichen returned to the bedroom, the woman was already taking a shower in the bedroom.
As soon as she came out, she was hugged by a man leaning against the wall.
Wen Yi didn't pay attention, and he appeared suddenly again, which startled her. She couldn't help but caress her chest and said angrily, "Mo Shichen, I'm pregnant, can you not scare me so much?"
The man glanced at her, then lowered his head and touched her belly, "Did you scare my daughter?"
“…”
Wen Yi resisted rolling her eyes and brushed him away to walk away. She then taught the man to hug him from behind and hugged him sideways.
She smiled and said, "What are you doing?"
The man's lips were soft, "Hold her for a while," he paused for a few seconds and then said, "After a while, I won't be able to hold her anymore."
“…”
Wen Yi laughed at him mercilessly, "You can't hold your own woman and daughter, so you're still very proud, aren't you?"
“…”
Mo Shichen lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and changed his words without any psychological pressure, "Don't worry, I can still hold my woman even if she weighs two hundred pounds."
She really couldn't help but want to roll her eyes, but the corners of her lips rose first.
"What did my mother tell you?"
The man hugged her and sat down on the single sofa. He smelled the fragrance of the shower gel on her body. He couldn't help but lower his head and sniffed her neck deeply. His low and hoarse voice was a little vague, and he said with a smile, "What else can I say, just leave her baby daughter to me and take good care of her."
“…”
Wen Yi shrank her neck to avoid him, "Don't rub it everywhere, it's itchy."
The more she said this, the more intensively the man's thin lips and nose rubbed against her skin, making her laugh.
The wind is still howling, but no matter how cold and cold it is, it can't blow into the room that is warm all year round.
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In late summer and early autumn, Wen Yi successfully gave birth to a full-term baby boy in the hospital.
The due dates of Ye Siran and Wen Yi were less than half a month apart.
Wen Hanye didn't like boys being naughty and noisy, and wanted a girl. As a result, she was disappointed when she was born, and was ridiculed mercilessly by Mr. Mo.
After Wen Yi's child was born, Wen Hanye returned the ridicule twice as much as Mr. Mo's confidence in his ability to raise a girl.
They said they were disgusted, but in fact they were very proud of each other.
Wei Wen's mother sometimes looked sad. When the two boys were together, they would inevitably fight and fight for a few years, which gave her a headache just thinking about it.
Wen Yi became a mother for the first time, so her experience was nothing. Fortunately, she had the guidance of her mother Wen, who was always worried, and the company of her sister-in-law, who was also a novice. In addition, Mr. Mo spent all his spare time on For their mother and son, there is still mother Su at home who can help. Although there is some chaos, they can still cope with it. The fresh joy is more than the worry and fatigue.
A year passes quickly.
In the early autumn of next year, a short time after the baby was weaned, Mo Shichen suddenly said that he would take her on a short trip for three days to a small town in England.
Of course Wen Yi couldn't bear to be separated from her child.
The man didn't say much, he just looked at her indifferently and said calmly, "Madam, marriage does not come to a successful end after getting married and having children. If you want to dedicate yourself to your son wholeheartedly, I won't Promise that you won’t feel any resentment in this kind of cold treatment.”
“…”
Wen Yi kicked him on the spot.
But I went anyway. The child was temporarily placed in the Wen family, and was taken care of by Wen's mother and Ye Siran. It would not be a big problem in just a few days.
Thinking about how they got pregnant not long after they reconciled, and then gave birth to a child, how could a couple who had just given birth have so much time to spend time together. Apart from this reluctance, Wen Yi felt that this proposal was still a good one. .
Bourttter is known as the Little Venice of England. The windrush river flows quietly throughout the town. The water is clear and you can see the bottom. A low stone bridge connects both sides of the river. The river banks are lined with lush trees. It has a long history and is quiet. .
It's visually beautiful, and more importantly, there's a sense of relaxation and pleasure that leaves the world behind when you're in it.
Wen Yi was very happy, walking beside the crystal clear water, her hand being held by the smiling man beside her, as if her soul felt lighter.
Even the things that the couple had done countless times had a different taste and passion. The lingering love in the middle of the night made Wen Yi exhausted. The physical and mental pleasure made her sleep quality better than ever before. She slept until ten o'clock in the morning the next day. Just woke up.
When she got up, she found that the man was gone.
"Mo Shichen?"
She opened the quilt and searched around without finding anyone, but found a huge cardboard box on the most obvious table, with white and purple ribbons wrapped around it and tied with a beautiful bow.
The corners of her lips raised, she brushed her long hair and stretched out her hand to pull the bow apart.
After opening it, even though she knew it was a gift or a surprise, Wen Yi suddenly opened her eyes.
The first thing you see is white tulle, and you can tell at a glance that this is a wedding dress.
There is a note next to it.
She looked at the words above and her smile couldn't help but grow deeper.
… …
It has been almost two years since she became pregnant. Instead of cutting her hair because of the difficulty in maintaining it, Wen Yi has grown her medium-short hair to medium-long and dyed it dark maroon a week before coming to the UK. Ironed into a large roll.
The car stopped in front of a local church. The driver who was sent by Mo Shichen to pick her up quickly opened the back seat door for her, and then carefully supported her because she was wearing a wedding dress with a tail, which was slightly inconvenient to move. Wen Yi got off the car.
The afternoon sun has its own kind of laziness and leisure.
In the ancient church of Yinqin Manor, the rows of seats have witnessed the prayers of countless people, and they are as quiet as spectators at this time.
Under the cross stood a priest with white hair and black robes, looking at her with a kind smile.
At the end of the red carpet was a man in a white suit. He rarely wore such a light-colored suit. Although she had known for a long time that it suited him well, but at first glance, he still looked different from usual and heart-stoppingly handsome. .
There was a slight smile on his lips, and he looked at her with his quiet eyes, unhurriedly, as if she was the only one in his eyes.
The tube top-style white wedding dress outlines her slender waist, which is slightly puffed up below, and her collarbones are delicate. The lines of her neck and shoulders express elegant beauty. Her charming long chestnut curly hair is covered with a white veil.
The hand-played wedding march played on the spot.
She didn't know who was talking and had no time to care.
Wearing high heels on her skirt, she quietly held her breath and walked towards him step by step.
Just like ten years ago.
—end.
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The ending is over, and I won’t write any other extras. Finally, I recommend a wave of new articles that have been published.
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