Chapter 758

His voice is very low, and it is even more dumb and fuzzy because he is close to her. The driver in front of him can hear him whispering, but he can't hear the specific content clearly, and he doesn't know what kind of curiosity he is out of. He can't help looking at them through the rearview mirror.

A man's fingers lift a woman's chin, and his thin lips kiss her face. That kind of one-off, lingering kiss, when it stretches to his lips, changes to peck, from the lip pecking to the lip corner.

On the way back, he kissed her face in such a way.

Until the car drove back to the manor.

Mo Shichen got out of the car with the woman in his arms and carried her all the way to the bedroom. When he passed the living room, he was surprised to hear the sound of the car coming to meet mother Su and other servants working nearby.

Mother Su found out when she came near that the woman in big childe's hand seemed to be, madam?

Men did not take care of their different eyes, only a light command, "send a cup of sober tea to the bedroom."

"Oh, yes."

Mo Shichen holds the woman up the stairs. When he comes to the bedroom door, he can't open the door. He kicks it open, walks in with long legs, and then puts the woman in his hand on the big bed.

Wenyi was just awakened by the sound of the man kicking the door. She opened her eyes in his arms. When she was put on the bed by the man, she looked at the ceiling stupidly, turned her head again and looked around.

Mo Shichen takes off his overcoat with his suit, throws it on the sofa in the distance, and then takes off her overcoat for the woman in bed.

It's a burden to wear so thick indoors.

Wenyi didn't feel half of it. He let him play, but the man took it off to the end, and her unhappiness expanded to the end, because she always stared at the ceiling, pushed her to turn over, she turned over and lay on her stomach, pulled her arm, she lay back again, and she didn't respond to picking her clothes.

After throwing her coat, Mo Shichen sat down on the side of the bed and reached for her chin.

She didn't respond.

He frowned, increased strength way, pinched her to send ache, frown wants to break his hand.

"Wenyi," he asked, leaning close to her, looking down at her from above. "Do you know who I am?"

She was forced to look at him with a frown. "You hurt me."

"I ask you who I am."

"You've hurt me. I hate it!"

The strength of his hand was half unbroken, and his face was expressionless. "I can't tell the answer. I hate it more."

Wenyi raised his hand on the quilt and pointed it at him. As a result, he poked it directly into his face because it was too close. "You hate it enough. You hate it when you look at it. You hate it even more when you pinch me."

"I hate it? I hate you and ask me to pick your clothes? "

"Hot, uncomfortable."

When Wenyi was drunk last time, he thought it was cute and wanted to break her into his stomach.

But now, he only can't say the fidgety and leap to break the earth.

Mo Shichen never wronged himself, and there is no reason for him to wronged himself now. Before the woman drunk herself, she should have expected that he would not be polite to her. The strength on her fingers is lighter, along with the surging desire in her body, his head is lowered to cover her lips.

He stretched out the tip of his tongue to depict her lips. He tasted them patiently. At last, he pried off her lips and teeth skillfully, drove straight in and hooked her tongue.

She still had no reaction, neither refused to resist, nor was she confused, even her eyes were not closed, so she lay on her back casually in a huge double bed and looked at the light on the ceiling.

What's the point of kissing like this? It's not even comparable to a strong and a traitor. A strong and a traitor at least has reaction, which can only be said to be a traitor and a corpse, although he just kisses and has no traitor.

Mo Shichen can't kiss any more, leaving her lips.

Her lips were wet, and her eyes were focused, as if looking up at the man's face.

He narrowed his eyes and lost his voice, whether she could understand or not. "You know what's going to happen, huh?"

She raised her hand and stroked her face. She smiled. "It's back."

She knows, this bedroom, this bed, this ceiling, better than the man on her.

Mo Shichen kisses her again, starting from behind her ears.

She slightly over head, intoxicated still, but mixed cool, closed his eyes gently asked, "I want you will give?"

The man paused and asked hoarsely, "did you sleep with me?"

She took off her hands and buried her head in a soft pillow

Mo Shichen was silent for a long time. Half a minute later, he still kissed him.

After Su's mother came up with sobering tea, she knocked on the door. No one responded. With experience, she went on in silence again.

Overnight ups and downs.

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The next morning, it was Wenyi who got up first. When he woke up, his whole body hurt.The pain of hangover after drinking, the pain of body, and the pain of blocking in the heart.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar ceiling above. There was a kind of illusion of passing through time and space for a while, as if she was a long time ago, as if she should wake up in this bedroom, as if the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the current scene.

Reach out to hold the forehead, while holding the eyebrow, she is still slowly back to reality, remember last night.

Oh.

She took the man's arm off her waist and didn't go to see him, so she lifted the quilt off the bed and picked up the clothes barefoot.

She wanted to put it on directly, but she was so sticky that she felt uncomfortable. She simply went to the bathroom to take a shower, then put on her clothes, stood in front of the mirror in the washbasin and combed her short black hair with her fingers, so she went out.

Mo Shichen has already woke up and got up.

Wenyi looked at him lightly, cool way, "I'm gone."

The man may have been up for a while. When she took a bath, he was touching the lighter. When he heard the noise, he looked at her. When he heard this, the flame in the lighter did not light a cigarette.

At last, the flame was extinguished, and he pressed it down again. This time, he lit it steadily. With the smoke, he uttered two words, "three days."

Wenyi, who was about to take his coat, stopped and turned to look back at him. "What do you mean?" After asking, she reacts again, pulling the corner of her lips and laughing, "let me accompany you for three days?"

"No," Mo Shichen looked at her calmly, spitting out after taking a deep breath, and then said, "I want you to stay here for three days, and not go anywhere."

Wenyi didn't understand for a moment. Is it different from what she said?

"Are you going to the company during the day? What am I doing here? "

"Miss Wen, you don't understand me."