Chapter 693

After last night, Wenyi was going to take a bath. When he crawled over the man's body, his legs fell to her again. He was smoking. He looked down at her for a while. He put out the cigarette end in the ashtray, and then directly held her to the bathroom. ()

after washing, he had to use a towel to wipe her body. At last, he went back to the bedroom. After a while, she couldn't find her nightdress, so he lost patience. He took a shirt of his own and went back to the bathroom to wrap it for her.

She didn't want to, but she didn't have much strength at that time. She simply followed him.

So she got up and sat up. After the quilt slipped from her body, she was wearing a white men's shirt. The buttons were loose and loose. She could see the kissing mark at the clavicle, and also could see the snow color fluctuation under the clavicle. Her hair was messy, showing a cold and reserved feeling of being ravaged by others.

Mo Shichen stood still, his fingers flicked the ash casually, and Jun's face didn't see the smile of the past. He said lightly, "madam, I was in a bad mood last night, so I may have a bad attitude. Now, I'll give you a formal reply, break up, I don't agree. If you have to divorce, you, me, and your family will not look good."

After that, he mostly expected that since the face had been torn, she would not give him any more good looks. After that, she would pick up the cigarette again, and her head would not leave the bedroom.

Wenyi didn't expect that he was waiting for her to get up.

"Mo Shichen..."

Mo Shichen stopped. He didn't look back. He just took off the smoke from his lips and smiled lightly. "Madam, you should know that many people in this world are aware of the high risks behind the high benefits. If you marry me, the benefits your family has gained are enough to upgrade a class. It's also right to take the same risks after this marriage. You have to meet me hard, it's not good. ”The man has opened the door.

Wenyi was also enraged to the extreme by his speech of looking down calmly. He grabbed something and smashed it hard at him on impulse.

Mo Shichen's sharp sixth sense sensed something. He put his hand on the handle of the door and turned around.

There was an attack on his forehead.

The mobile phone thrown out by Wenyi hit the man's forehead and fell to the ground.

She also has nothing to catch. She can't throw pillows. That's the object she only throws when she flirts.

Mo Shichen takes back his hand at the doorknob, touches his forehead, looks down at the cell phone that he dropped to the ground, then raises his head and looks at the woman sitting in the bed.

Wen Yi was shocked, but he was a little guilty. After all, she didn't do anything like smashing people with violence. She pursed her lips, dyed a thin layer of red, and looked at his eyes with bloody anger. Her emotions were mixed, complex and profound.

The man pulled his lips, bent over and picked up his mobile phone, held it in his hand and played with it. Then he looked up at her, smiled Wen Wen. "It's broken. Your mobile phone is really in a bad way. I'll let someone buy you a new one."

Said to go out, Wenyi Leng Leng, don't want to open the quilt off the bed, barefoot on the ground, sprint to chase him.

Mo Shichen listened to her, walked a few steps, stopped, and turned to look at the woman running towards him.

She quickly came to him.

He looked down at her and waited for her to speak.

Wenyi reached out his hand. "Give me back my cell phone."

"It's broken."

She frowned. "It's mine if it's broken."

Mo Shichen's fingertip scratched the crack on the screen of the mobile phone, and his voice was wrapped with a layer of smile, "Oh, you threw it to me, I thought it was mine."

Throw it to him?

Wenyi didn't want to tell him much. Don't look away, and repeat coldly, "give it back to me."

He took a look at her and then turned away.

She looks at his back and frowns. She doesn't know what the man wants to do with her cell phone. Is it a fight?

I think so, but she can only catch up with others. Everyone knows that there are too many * * sin her mobile phone. It's not safe if she doesn't fall into other people's hands. Besides, he deleted her number without permission, read her message, and then turn over her mobile phone's content.

When she chases, Mo Shichen has reached the stairway.

He looked back at her, his eyes moved from the kissing mark on her clavicle to the shallow ditch exposed to the air because of looseness, and then he continued to skim over the shirt and put down two long, thin and white, vivid * *.

The man's Adam's apple rolled and began to ponder, "our chef is a man, you want to go on like this?"

Wenyi has no good temper, and his tone is naturally not good. He is bored and impatient. "What do you want to do?"

"Isn't it fair that you smash me with your cell phone and I confiscate your cell phone?"

She said coldly, "what's wrong with you?"

He gently shrugs his shoulders and chuckles, "why, you are only allowed to pester me to divorce and find me unhappy, and I am not allowed to be inferior to you?"Wenyi's face was expressionless. "Are you fucking boring?"

Mo Shichen looks down, as if he has found a new land. Jun's face is covered with a rogue expression, "Yo, take your cell phone and you swear?"

"Give it back to me."

"Oh."

After that, he's going downstairs.

Wenyi really doesn't want to do this meaningless entanglement with him, but he doesn't want his mobile phone to fall into the hands of this man. In a hurry, he reaches out to grab it by himself.

Her own people can't get back from this man's hands, not to mention the mobile phone. When Mo Shichen raised her arm, she had to take off. I don't know if she could get it.

Wenyi's face was even redder with anger. She thought that this man was just like the second teenager who had not developed his mind in the high period. He was childish and boring, but she couldn't help it. She raised her voice and shouted angrily, "what do you want?"

Mo Shichen looked at her untidy hair and said calmly, "don't make any more trouble to share with me, I will follow you naturally."

Wenyi's eyes are cold.

The morning light has a golden sunrise light, but it is still cool.

She took back her hand, but also the convergence of all expressions, and became cold and alienated again, "OK, you like it, you take it."

After that, she did not look at him again, turned around and walked towards the direction of the bedroom. She did not turn her head back, and her steps were not hesitant at all.

Mo Shichen looked at her straight back, and her lips became more and more straight. The lines of the outline stretched out a deep sense of ferocity.

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