Chapter 787

The man nodded and agreed, and said lightly, "yes, compared with them, of course, I prefer to stay with you."

Wenyi was almost enraged by his shamelessness.

But when she was angry, he pulled her into his arms again, chin on her shoulder, and whispered, "I haven't been long since I came back, and my position is not as stable as moshiqian. If I don't work hard any more, what if one day a woman wants to marry me and moshiqian pushes me out to get married?"

Wenyi, "..."

"It's best, but I'll be free and clean," she said

Mo Chen bowed his head and gave her a few hard kisses on the lips.

She couldn't break him. The day after the man asked to leave the hospital, his assistant finished the procedure.

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Wenyi tidies up for him.

Mo Shichen sat in the sofa and had changed his clothes. Inside was the dark green knitting and outside was the black cashmere coat. He watched the back of the woman packing things in an orderly manner.

Wenyi is very gentle to him recently, even connivance, but the attitude is a little lazy, and partial silence.

Such a relationship, like intimacy, but there is still a layer of unspeakable alienation.

When he went back to the manor, she followed him without saying anything. However, there were many servants in the manor, and there was basically nothing for her to do. Moreover, although his injury has not recovered, it has recovered a lot. It is no problem to eat by himself.

In this way, Wenyi thought carefully that her care should be over.

They came back home from the hospital in the morning. Wenyi had lunch with him at the manor at noon. After lunch, she suggested that she go to the garden.

The weather is very good, especially the sunshine in the afternoon.

Wenyi sat down on the white Nordic style table and chair on the garden grass. "Let's talk."

The man sat down opposite her.

Mother Su asked the servant to bring over two cups of afternoon tea. The dense hot fog slowly dispersed and the fragrance of tea overflowed.

Wen Yi stared at the water of the tea and said softly, "you have mother Su and other servants in your family. When you go back to the company, you also have Kangding and assistant. Your injury doesn't affect your basic daily life. I There is no need to continue to take care of you. "

"When you talk, you should look me in the eye. It's polite to talk, Miss Wen."

Wen Yi pursed his lips, raised his head and looked up at him.

He smiled. "You should know that what I want is not care."

After a long time, she opened her mouth slowly. "Thank you for saving Shen Yu. It won't hurt you if your injury recovers. But gratitude is one thing, love is another I, if it's not necessary, let's not meet again. "

After that, she didn't look at him either. After taking a deep breath, she stood up and walked step by step towards the gate of the manor.

When ink, the radian of Chen's lips disappears, and the temperature in his eyes gradually cools down.

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Wenyi called AB and asked him to pick her up.

The area of the manor is so large that if she wants to walk to the door, it will not be completed in a few minutes. So mother Su runs breathlessly to catch up with her. When she says what happened to the man, she still hasn't walked out of the magnificent carved gate of the manor.

"Madam Madam... " Mother Su is worried too, forgetting for a while that she is not Mrs. mo.

Wenyi stopped at the sound, and saw that mother Su was still jogging at a young age. She looked like she was going to have an accident. So she took a few steps back and asked, "what's the matter?"

"He "His wound seems to have cracked," said mother Su, who was very old and breathless. "When he just returned to the living room, I saw that his clothes were bloodstained

Wenyi's brain seems to have been severely knocked for a while. In a moment, she gives the subconscious response, "did you call a doctor?"

Mother Su said in a panic, "I want to call a doctor. The eldest son refused. He went upstairs alone..."

This man

He threatened her, he threatened her again.

Wen Yihuo was so angry that he almost shivered.

She was biting her lips, her brain was white and she walked back. Her rapid pace almost brought the wind, which made people feel angry and awe inspiring when they looked at her from afar.

As soon as she got a servant in the front room, she asked, "someone else?"

The servant was just frightened by Mo Shichen. Seeing Wen Yi's expression, he shivered a little. He hurriedly replied, "I'm going upstairs."

Wenyi went upstairs.

When she arrived at the door, an old servant with more qualifications and some medical knowledge was persuading "eldest son..." in the study

He didn't say a word after the address, but was interrupted by the man's indifferent voice, "get out."

Mo Shichen is sitting in the chair behind his desk. His handsome face is indifferent and calm. No matter how calm his face is, he can't hide the gloom and treachery. It's cowardly to say more.The servant sighed, but could not bear to face the dew. He retreated out. As soon as he turned around, he saw Wen Yi standing at the door. He said with surprise, "Miss Wen, you are here Please advise the eldest childe. His injury is not a joke... "

Hearing the voice, the man who opened the notebook without expression looked at the door.

Four eyes are opposite.

Wenyi went straight to him. Before she reached the desk, the anger on her face turned into a fright, because she saw his chest. Mother Su said that his clothes were red with blood. What she heard was totally different from what she saw.

After Mo Shichen came back, he changed into a light cashmere sweater, so his chest was extremely dazzling.

"Mo Shichen, you --"

he looked at her, smiled, and said, "how come back?"

Wenyi's hands were shaking. When she was very angry, the last time she thought that he sent someone to shoot Shen Yu and smash his office, she was furious. For her temper, it can't happen once a year.

She conveniently picked up the notebook on the table and smashed it against the glass of the window.

The glass didn't know what material it was made of. It didn't break. The notebook fell to the ground.

She looked down at the man with a faint smile, and her chest heaved sharply. "Mo Shichen, are you crazy?"

He looked at her and looked at the notebook that she had smashed. "Now I know that you still have the habit of smashing things."

She picked up the quilt and smashed it on the glass.

This time the glass is still still in motion, but the cup is broken.

She clenched her hands into fists and fell on the table, one by one. "Mo Shi Chen, when can you stop doing this?"