Chapter 600

Cold wind and rain at night, as well as the chill of late autumn, were blocked outside by this door.

Her back was put on the doorplate with the man's action. In the bright and pale light, the man's deep and deep handsome face stood against each other in silence. Even the servants who were still there were silent.

She looked up, her face had calmed down. "I'm not a teenage girl. I'm not afraid of thunder or lightning. As for the rainstorm The rain is a little bit heavy, but it doesn't matter. I go home and take a bath. After cooking ginger soup, I can go to sleep directly. I'm in good health, no problem. "

Then she would reach out to break his fingers.

But this time, Mo Shichen didn't let her succeed. He buttoned her hand expressionless and turned back.

Wenyi is almost dragged by him. He can't earn money and can't get rid of it. His strength can't compete with that of a man. He can only stagger away. "Mo Shichen, what are you doing?"

Mo Shichen didn't even pay attention to her, and even didn't return her head. When she passed the living room, she turned to the servant who was watching their husband and wife quarreling and didn't dare to make a sound. He was in the corner to compress the sense of existence. "Make a bowl of ginger tea, and bring it up."

The servant quickly said yes.

There is no pity for men's actions, but rather some rudeness. There is a strong sense that he has to drag her up regardless of her obedience or struggle.

Wenyi's wrists were red with his fingers.

He pulled her to the bedroom door -

this was their wedding room, the master bedroom. Of course, Wenyi recognized it. She struggled again in vain.

After that night in Jiangcheng, she was instinctively afraid and repelled to live in the same room with this man, especially in the bedroom. Besides, although this manor is under her name, this place is all his people.

Another bang, the door was kicked open by the man's long leg.

He had a hand that was empty and could turn the door handle. He had to kick it to shake the floor.

Wenyi was thrown into the house by his backhand.

Mo Shichen stood at the door, calmly turned on the light, and then conveniently closed the door.

The light suddenly lit up, and the familiar scene that had been deeply buried in her memory suddenly came to her eyes. She was at a loss for a moment. She looked at her subconsciously -

the huge wedding dress photo was too big and conspicuous, and she couldn't even see it.

Her eyes stopped for a few seconds, and she quickly recovered.

She looked at the man standing in front of the door who was not close to her and said coldly, "what are you doing?"

Mo Shichen looks at her in deep silence.

Compared with her exquisite style, she looks a bit embarrassed now. Her short hair is half wet, and it's messy. The clothes are the same. The off shoulder sweater that she pulled originally was pulled all the way by the man. Half of her shoulders are exposed again, and there's still rain on her face.

But this indescribable depression made her seem to take off the elegant and arrogant mask and become flesh and blood real.

His Adam's Apple moved, and when he opened his mouth, he was back to normal. "My hair and clothes are wet. I'll take a hot bath and change into dry clothes."

Wenyi didn't bother to quarrel with him. She had just spilled the wooden box of letters out of the window, which seemed to have exhausted all her mental strength tonight. She got tired. She raised her hand and held her forehead. "Mo Shichen, I want to go home to sleep."

Why does the man have to go with her.

Mo Shichen said lightly, "it's not interesting to argue about these things, Wenyi."

"I don't mean what are you doing with all this energy?"

"I said it's very dangerous because of the heavy rain and thunder."

"I said I'm not afraid..."

The man calmly interrupts her, "I'm afraid, can I?"

Wenyi looked at him speechless, but did not move.

"Do you want me to give you water, or do you want me to undress you?"

"After changing clothes, you don't want me to sleep with you here By the way, I made a man with you. Is it convenient for me to let Li qianrui go

Mo Shichen smiled and said, "if you want to make a man, you can do it without bathing or changing clothes."

There was a pause.

Wenyi saw that the man didn't mean to compromise. She pursed her lips. "I don't have any clothes to change."

"You go in and I'll get your clothes."

She looked at him for a few seconds, and walked into him with no expression on her face.

Until the door closed, there was a splash of water inside. Mo Shichen turned to open the bedroom door, went to the cloakroom next door and brought in a woman's clothes -

these clothes were not taken away by her five years ago. The servant was afraid that she would come back and have no clothes when he was preparing, so he cleaned and dried them again. Although the style was a little outdated, at least It was done.

When Wenyi came out of the bath wrapped in his bathrobe, he saw the neat clothes placed at the end of the bed, and there was no figure of a man in the bedroom.She frowned and went to the bathroom without thinking. She put on the clothes and wiped the wet short hair with a dry towel. Without thinking about blowing it, she went to the door.

She's not going to spend the night here, she's going back.

But when she reached for the door, she found that the door was locked.

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The heavy rain outside didn't stop, but it had the posture of going all night.

Rao is a big black umbrella tightly covered in the man's head, still can not avoid the wind will rain on him, wet most of his body.

In addition to Mo Shichen, who was holding a big black umbrella, he was accompanied by two tall men who looked like bodyguards. He also held an umbrella, one with a flashlight, the other with a wooden box.

Under the study on the second floor is the lawn of the garden.

Mo Shichen squats down and picks up one of the falling envelopes under the light of the flashlight.

The handwriting of the pen has been soaked in the rain.

He took it in his hand and looked at it. In the dark of the night, no one could see the look on his face.

He beckoned to the bodyguard with the wooden box, and the other side immediately put the wooden box at his feet.

Mo Shichen throws the envelope in, and the bodyguard takes a look at him and silently props the umbrella over the wooden box. Although it is actually wet, his clothes are wet anyway.

Hundreds or even thousands of letters are all over the place. Fortunately, there are only grasslands, no shrubs and no other vegetation in this area. You can see them at a glance.

Mo Shichen didn't speak, but the two bodyguards were also tacit. One was holding a wooden box, the other was holding an umbrella, the other was holding a flashlight and an umbrella. Occasionally, he bent down to help the man pick it up.

"Big childe," said the man with the wooden box in the boiling rain, "the rain is so heavy that the letters are all wet. Even if they are dry, they can't distinguish the contents."