Chapter 737

Wenyi smelled the smoke on him - it was so heavy that she couldn't ignore it.

She didn't want to think about this man's business, but her brain still turned automatically. The smoke was so heavy that he probably smoked for several hours, and then thought that he was pinching the time when Shen Yu just left

He won't be downstairs all the time. See Shen Yu leave and then come back?

I think so, but she didn't think about it. She just said in a voice with no emotion, "now is a good time indeed."

The man's arm around her waist tightened in vain, almost hurting her bones.

Wenyi resisted, but his body could not stand the stiffness, and his voice was slightly provocative. "Why don't you say it in his face?"

He asked in his ear, "do you want to see two men fighting for you?"

"You came here specially to tell me that Shen Yu didn't love me very much?"

The man's hand stroked her hair, and his voice was hoarse. "I'm afraid you're in a hurry to go to the doctor, ma'am."

"He said," her voice is soft, but her tone is always light. "If I give him a chance to start, he won't let me down."

This time, it was Wenyi who felt that the muscles of the man holding her were stiff, and even the breathing near her ear became disordered and heavy.

Wenyi didn't break away from this embrace, just asked with a smile, "master Mo, what do you think?"

Mo Shichen didn't answer her, and she didn't seem to need his answer, so she said to herself in his arms, "I think if I can divorce you, he should be the best choice I can find Or, if I didn't fall in love with you at the beginning, maybe I should have come together with him naturally, married and had children, lived a life of getting together and leaving more, but with expectation and sweetness... "

"That's enough," the man interrupted her coldly, and the arm around her waist was tighter. "No, if you love me at first, you love me again."

"Yes," she said wearily, "stop pestering me, will you?"

His low voice is close to blurring, which is also like an illusion, "what if I love you more than he?"

The air seemed to be silent.

It must be a fake to hear that she is absolutely indifferent.

She was hugged by him, and her face was forced to be buried in his chest. Although the gesture seemed intimate, the biggest advantage was that she could not see each other's expressions.

Her heart seemed to curl up, and her hands on both sides of her body became loose fists.

For a long time, maybe a few seconds, maybe a dozen seconds, or dozens of seconds, Wenyi directly misappropriated his last sentence, "Mo Shichen, no if."

"Madam," he said, "let's make a bet."

"You bet with people, usually ten to eleven, but I'm not sure, I don't bet."

"Bet if I can let moshiqian remove your protection."

Wenyi didn't speak.

"If I win, don't let me tear it with you. Follow me home." he stroked her head with his hand, and his fingers slowly passed through her hair. "If you win, I will give you all your certificates, and don't pester you in any way. It's better for you to stay under moshiqian's hand in Lancheng and work in Paris. I won't do it again Interference - "

his low and mellow voice gradually became seductive," you should want to go back to Paris more than LAN Cheng? Uh huh? Your parents are old, and your mother has always been reluctant to give you up. What's more Shen Yu's circle is also in Paris. If you want to be with him, two people in Paris are the best ending, right? The aristocratic family is close to each other. The two families can never be more successful. "

She was moved by the winning side of the game.

She gave up everything and left Paris. Although she made up her mind to act decisively and quickly, she was still forced to do so. Moreover, when she arrived here, Mo Shichen still kept pestering her, which made her extremely frustrated and even frustrated to the point of being frustrated for a time.

It would be great to get rid of him and go back.

Wenyi put his hand on his chest, pushed him away, and retreated from his arms, "I want to think about..." These four words are what she replied to Shen Yu in the evening, "Mo Shichen, I want to think about it."

Her mind was a little confused. "It's late now, and I'm tired and sleepy I'll talk about it tomorrow. "

"OK," he didn't continue to press forward. He stepped back a few steps. His handsome face was warm and light, but when his dark eyes looked at her, there was always a kind of deep love and indulgence. "I'll come to you tomorrow By the way, how about the steamed buns this morning? Do you want me to steam some more tomorrow morning? "

In other words, she really wants to meet him directly. It's better for you to take such simple steamed buns outside the breakfast shop and buy them for people to eat.

But in this case, she chose the simplest way to say, "no, don't I like dumplings?"

At the beginning, she said casually. She thought steamed bun was a difficult job, so she deliberately embarrassed him.Don't say she's used to western breakfast. Even in China, few people say I like eating steamed buns very much

Mo Shichen looked down at his hand, and there was a rather lost expression on his face. He said lightly, "I think I have made great progress recently, and I can steam out the perfect steamed bun after practising several times."

“……” No matter how perfect a bun is, it's just a bun. Who can eat the delicious food in the world?

But

Wen Yi glanced at the man's hands from the corner of his eyes. The place where the burn was cut last time was much better and scarred, but he seemed to lick the new wound again, which made the originally pretty hands look mottled.

There was no expression on her face. "If you are OK, please go back. Goodbye."

Before the man could answer, she backed away and closed the door.

Mo Shichen watched her side face disappear quickly. When the door closed, his eyebrows and eyes fell down. He did not look at him again, so he disappeared in the sight.

One door apart.

Wenyi stood quietly in the porch for a long time. She didn't go back to the room immediately. The whole person couldn't tell what kind of confusion she was wrapped in. The thread in her mind was still disordered. She leaned against the door plate, then her body slowly slipped, and finally sat down with the carpet.

The corridor outside the door is deep and quiet.

Mo Shichen looked at the closed door. He didn't want to leave for a while. His handsome face was pale. After standing for a while, he calmly took out a cigarette and lit it orderly. He took a long breath and spit it out.

He thought of the words he blurted out when he just held her. What if I love you more than he?

In fact, what he wanted to say was that I love you more than he does.