Chapter 559

Jiangcheng.

The waves and wind in Jiangcheng never seem to stop.

Wenyi stood in front of the window, looking at the distant sea, calm, far away, can not see the end.

A minute ago, Mo Shiqian pushed the door out, probably to find Chi Huan.

Do lovers get married.

She closed her eyes, the pale lips pulled out a few laughs, it's really sentimental.

"Dong Dong", in the quiet sound of the waves, there were two sounds of door slamming. Then the door of the senior ward was pushed open, and footsteps sounded behind her, from far to near.

Wenyi didn't look back, his voice was very weak, mixed with some deep and not shallow fatigue, but also cold and thin, "that woman died?"

The voice of magnetism and indifference resounded behind her. "Are you looking forward to her death?"

In a daze, she turned around and turned her head. As expected, a beautiful and gloomy face came into her eyes.

Mo Shichen's face is no less modest than that of Mo Shiqian. Even when he has not lost his memory, he has a noble and clean temperament. He is elegant and gentlemanly. He is a standard noble young man. In a sense, he is a true and true man of heaven.

At this time, standing in front of her, half bloodstained, crimson and sinister, a pair of eyes were dark and opaque, and the eyes that fell down on her were twisted with wild and cold ridicule, and the radian pulled from the corners of her lips was just ridicule.

Wenyi's heart laughs. These years, she is in a high position, but few men dare to put a mocking face on her.

Still unbridled, craggy, no sense of convergence.

When this man was president, he was not fond of sex. It was in the eyes of all women that he was more expensive.

Now he is arrogant to catch a fish.

She tilted her head slightly and smiled softly. "If I say that I hope she will die like this, can't you? Do you want to vent your resentment on me?"

He stared at her and said softly, "you are mo Shichen's wife?"

Wen Yi looked at his indifferent face and pulled his lips. "Do you not recognize yourself as Mo Shichen, or do you not recognize me as your wife?"

The man raised the corner of his lips and smiled softly. "I want to ask, are you the woman he chose, or are you forced by others?"

The rigidity of her hard to find facial features was brought into his eyes.

The man opened his long legs and pushed his figure close to 1.87 meters to her body. He only lowered his head a little, which looked like a close whisper from a distance. However, only Wenyi could clearly catch the malice hidden in his voice. "I'll guess that you wrote the name and social elite from the hair to the heel of your shoes It's like a walking template. "

His long, bloody fingers seemed to stir up her black hair, and he laughed low. The malice melted deeper. "But I don't think it's the type I would like and choose."

He is too close to her.

For a long time, no man was so close to her, so close that the contents of her brain faded like a tide, leaving only a blank.

His breath shrouded her, drowned her sense of smell, which was not the same as her memory, but became more intense and aggressive.

Wynn took two steps back from his range.

She raised her eyelids and sneered, "Li qianrui is more like a woman you would like to choose from?"

It's understated, but it's not hard to guess the meanness and superiority.

Especially for people like Mo Shichen, even if he lost his memory, this ability still exists.

She has a real sense of inferiority and superiority.

Because on beauty, education, family background and almost all aspects, she can crush Li qianrui who grew up in the fishing village with absolute advantage.

Mo Shichen narrowed his eyes, hooked up his lips and said in a soft, soft voice, "you shouldn't say that, Miss Wen. First, she has long been my unmarried wife. I don't like anyone who says half a word about her in front of me. Second, she has been shot for half of her life. It's the bullet that blocks me. If she really dies, she will die for me, even if I recover later I will never forget her again when I think of the past. "

Still love him.

She had never thought of such a problem in the long ten hours since she received the news in Paris and flew directly to the present.

In fact, five years is enough to forget a person.

Oh, it seems that sometimes it's not enough. It's like that when you are in ink, you can't forget Chi Huan. No matter how much you hate, it's also full of love.

She knew that when he was alive, there was only joy in him.

Does she still love him?

When he was "alive", he had almost consumed her love, honed her young girl's heart cold and hard, and was too tired to make waves again.

Except when he was "dead," she was wrapped in grief and despair.

He's "alive" and she's still surprised.

All these years, she thought of him, but for a long time, she was in a trance.In addition to life and death and other events, she felt that she had already looked at his other things very lightly, but this sentence, like a cold needle, stuck in the softest part of her heart.

That's too much.

This man always seems to think that she can be hurt by unbridled.

Those suffocating emotions were all sunk into her heart. Wenyi's manicured nails were stabbed into the palm of her hand, but there was a slight smile on her face. She said coldly, "there are so many unmarried wives in your heart. Unfortunately, after you told me last time, you still married me in disgrace."

Mo Chen's lips lead out a more indifferent arc, "it seems that you used to be very disliked."

"You're not a good thing for me. I didn't like you because of my bad eyes ten years ago."

Wenyi looked at his "ragged" body, but he still had a pretty face, curled up his fingers and turned around, facing the deep blue sea again, and recovered her consistent warmth and lightness all these years, "Abel."

When she heard this, a tall foreign man came in at once. He was her bodyguard.

He went behind Mo Shichen and said respectfully, "Miss Wen, what can I do for you?"

She said faintly, "go to the mall to buy a suit for you, and then arrange the best doctor to have a general examination for him."

"Yes."

The bodyguard answered and quietly backed out.

Mo Shichen looked at her back, narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "what do you mean?"

"Duty," she didn't look back, her eyes were like the deep sea in the distance, her eyes were calm and calm, and there was a dark surge in the deep that no one could detect. "My name is Wenyi. I married you seven years ago, and I will take care of you these days. You can't remember me now. It doesn't matter, but you should be better to me, because before you had an accident, you always regretted not being good enough to me, hoping to make up for me. ”