Chapter 789

Wenyi's heart was smothering and his eyes were wide open. "Which eye of yours saw that I loved you?"

He smiled lightly and couldn't hide his pride. "If you don't feel hurt, you won't go back, you won't lose your temper, and you'll fall."

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" well, when I went to smash your office last time, did I fall more? Does that mean I feel more distressed and better? "

Mo Shichen did not change his face. "You are just angry."

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Wenyi was so impressed.

"You don't need to be heartbroken. Although you grow up with more utilitarian than kinship, ordinary people don't need to live if master Mo is still in need of heartache."

Love him, the virgin heart flood? She knows that women do have this tendency. It is clear that this man is colder and thinner than anyone, but as long as there is a little bit of darkness in his body, it can only be regarded as a little bit of gray, so he immediately overflows with maternal sex.

Ah, it turns out that young master Mo lacks love.

All his coldness is justified.

Fart!

A typical good man is not good enough, and a bad man is not bad enough.

Mo Shichen looks at her, his thin lips open and he smiles slowly, "do you mean to listen to me, or do you want to persuade yourself?"

Wenyi's eyelids jumped and he choked.

He can always see through you.

After all, she just wanted to say it to herself.

Why? Because the more people are afraid of something, the more they emphasize it.

Wenyi's heart beat was out of order, avoiding his eyes and looking at another place.

The man's face is covered with a layer of laughter, and he doesn't say anything. He plays with her fingers with great interest.

Fortunately, the doctor will arrive soon.

Wenyi saw the doctor with the medicine box coming in, got up and was ready to let it aside, but before he left, he was grabbed by the man. He looked at her, and Wenyi whispered, "just sit near me."

"I'll get in the way of the doctor."

"No way."

See him insist, Wenyi then also did not insist, silent sat to the bedside.

As soon as the doctor came in and saw the man's red clothes, he frowned and said, "you need to take off your clothes, young master. Do you want to cut them with scissors or take them off yourself?"

Mo Chen looked aside at the woman, holding a smile and whispering, "job's tears, help me undress."

Wenyi frowned, or said, "you'd better cut this off. You have to raise your arm when you drag without buttons. Will it aggravate the injury?"

"It's OK, I know."

Wenyi believed that he knew what he knew. Oh, he knew what he knew -

because when she knelt on the bed with one leg and asked him to lift his arm and carefully take off his clothes from the bottom to the top, she watched the white bandage which had been dyed red but had turned dark red again and was stained with new red blood.

And he looked at her as if he were ignorant.

It's too late for the doctor to stop it. He said sadly, "master, you will hurt your wound if you take it off. Why do you have to bear it?"

Wenyi was nervous as soon as she heard this. She threw the bloody clothes and looked down at him. His face was plain, but the forehead under his short hair was already sweating. If you look closely, even the pupils were slightly contracting.

"You" she would like to say that you still have a clear idea, which is to endure? But as soon as her eyes were aligned with him, she caught the light smile at the bottom of men's eyes when they looked at her, as if they were enjoying themselves. She thought of something at once, and her worry turned to anger. "Mo Shichen, did you mean it?"

Is there a hole in the man's brain? Does he abuse himself?

He nodded innocently. "It's a bit painful, but I didn't say anything. Why are you angry?"

Why is she angry?

Wenyi suddenly burst into a rage, "do you need to speak when the blood is flowing out? Mo Shichen, you "she was so angry that she picked up one side of the pillow and smashed it hard on his head." you're a fucking psycho! "

Pillow on the head, it seems to vent anger, in fact, there is no attack.

Hit two but still can't swallow that breath, she continues to hit, "I really want to dig your head to see what's inside, you are not saved by the two diseases?"

Mo Shichen let her smash it, without saying a word.

The doctor wanted to stop him, but Wenyi was so angry that he made public that ordinary people dare not approach him, let alone persuade him.

Wenyi is still angry after she smashed it. She pinched her waist and gasped and said coldly, "don't expect me to see you even if you are dead."

He light oh a, "know, temper?"

She said indifferently, "I look at you now and there's fire."

Mo Shichen looked at her and said plainly, "who let you face me in a cool and unheated way?""You"

Wenyi will be hurt by his anger, but at the same time, he has a kind of indescribable softness. He takes his hand back by biting his lip, and throws a sentence to the doctor, "give him the examination and treatment of the injury."

Then regardless of the man's eyes, he went straight to the direction of the French window.

The doctor hurriedly came forward, took the bandage off the man's bandage professionally and carefully, and checked the injury again. After a careful look, he loosened his airway. "Fortunately, it's only a little bit cracked. Although there is a little blood flow, it's not too serious, but at least he needs to rest at home for three days. I'll give you medicine again."

Man hum, eyes or look at the woman standing in front of the window, do not know what to look at, what to think.

Fifteen minutes later, the doctor broke the continuous silence. "Mrs. Mo, the big childe's wound has been dealt with temporarily, because the healing place is split, so remember that the wound can't touch water or continue"

what is the rest, it's self-evident that nature can't continue to toss.

The rich people's thinking and brain are really beyond their ordinary people's understanding. They don't take their bodies seriously.

"I see," she said, turning around, quietly correcting, "but I'm not Mrs. mo. I'm divorced from him."

Doctor mo.

But he didn't dare to say more. He turned around and left the bedroom.

Wenyi looked at the man on the bed with eye disease. He was looking at her all the time. She knew that because of the sense of existence, the vision emanating from the man with strong sense of existence could not be ignored.

She raised her feet and walked out of the door.

Mo Shichen looks at her movements and her eyes shrink heavily. Does she want to go?

He thought she was soft hearted, at least not going away at this time.

"Job's tears."

The man's voice is deep and hoarse.

When he didn't divorce, he always called her Mrs. Mo or Mrs. Wenyi. After the divorce, it was Miss Wen and Wenyi. I don't know when to start. He called her so smoothly and naturally.