Chapter 671: Mo Shichen, don't coax me to coax me

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Wen Zheng looked at him, and then looked at the closed ward door again, his face burst into a smile again, and he said lazily, "Here's all coming, don't you go and see Miss Li? I don't think she has any love Looks like she was following her dad without thinking about it ... then my future life history must be added—the father and daughter who forced the husband to save his benefactor. "
Mo Shichen looked at her with amusement, pinched her cheek with her fingers, and said lightly, "I'm here to pick you up."
"Oh ..." Wen Tiao stretched his tone, letting him hold it hard, "Mr. Mo, when I'm not here, you go to the airport to pick up someone in person. As soon as I'm here, I'm across the door. You do n’t even go to visit. To be honest, you are acting like this ... It ’s so deliberate that people do n’t think your guilty conscience.

Mo Shichen looked down at her, retracted his hands, and nodded and smiled, "Okay, I'll go in to say hello, and take you to dinner later, wait for a minute."
Wen Yan smiled at him, then raised his wrist in a stern manner, "Time starts, it's out of date."
"..."
He glanced at her, let go of the hand that held her waist, walked to the door, unscrewed the door and went in.
Li Qianrui still maintained the posture of Wen Ye when she left. When someone came in, she seemed to have heard nothing, sitting still like a sculpture.
Mo Shichen stood in the center of the ward, silently watching her silent and slender figure. After about twenty seconds, his voice broke the grave-like silence. "These two days, you have a good rest, the day after tomorrow My father was buried, I will come to pick you up in the morning. "
She didn't speak and didn't respond.
"Qian Rui," the man said flatly, "I know you feel sad and desperate now, but don't think about it, it has no meaning except to deprive yourself of your life."
Li Qianrui finally moved. She turned her back, her face with dry tears, and no tears in her eyes. She smiled, "You are telling me that if I commit suicide like my dad, you will not I regret it or feel guilty, so I do n’t need to do that? "
"Yes," the man's beautiful thin lips spit out a word without hesitation. He looked at the hope floating in her eyes, and said the rest of the words without changing the tone. "But it won't be long, the longer the longer By chance, I can't remember it anymore. "
The shimmering light in Li Qianrui's eyes went out instantly.
Mo Shichen retracted his eyes and turned away.
Taking the door, he looked at the woman who was leaning against the wall, staring down at the watch, and smiled, "Mrs., if I am more than a minute, you really intend to take your husband with other women, just Are you leaving like this? "
"Fifty-four seconds," Wen Yan fell back to his side with his left hand, looked up at him, and smiled, "Of course that's not OK, I have to wait for the big boy to come out, then shake off the displeased face, and then angrily Leave. "
"Then I have to come out seven seconds late and give my wife a chance to perform?"
She glanced at him lazily, and then yawned unconsciously, causing her to frown with drowsiness. Before Mo Shichen responded, she had already taken two steps and wrapped her hands around her. When he reached the man's waist, his head was buried in his chest, and he muttered, "Sleepy and hungry."
This movement made Mo Shichen's heart soften in vain, as if somewhere had collapsed gently. He backhand hugged her body and asked gently, "Eat first or sleep first?"
"do not know."
He smiled and said lowly, "I'll take you to eat something you like, and then go back to bath and sleep."
"Ok."
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Come to Jiangcheng again, there is a kind of feeling that this is not what it used to be.
Mo Shichen repelled the driver to drive in person. He said that he would take her to the restaurant where she had a "blind date" a few months ago, to make up for the meal she wanted to eat but was defeated by the subsequent conversation.
Wen Yan sat on the co-pilot, casually supporting his head, sweeping the scenery outside the car window aimlessly, and joking with his chin while holding his chin, "The eldest son has returned to this place, and everyone has become grounded and personal. I drove and went to the restaurant for dinner. "
The man tilted his head to look at her, and said with a lip, "I thought you liked it and would feel sweet."
Wen Ye affirmed, "OK."
"Come something practical."
"You drive well and give you the actual when you get off."
Mo Shichen gave a sigh, looked at the front, and focused on driving. After a while, the arc of his lips was converged, and his face gradually recovered, and there was even a gloomy glance between his eyebrows.
It was just because Wen Ye was a little sleepy because of the jet lag. She closed her eyes and took a nap for a while, and fell asleep before she suddenly woke up when the car suddenly slowed down.
Then the handsome and silent face of the man in the driver's seat slammed into her sight.
She was slightly stunned, but silent, and closed her eyes again when the speed stabilized.
The man who drove the car was probably immersed in his own thinking. The absent-minded divergence made him not realize that the woman beside him fell asleep and woke up.
The car stopped in front of the restaurant. Mo Shichen took off his seat belt, pushed the car door and got out of the car. He walked around the front of the car to the co-pilot door, pulled the car door, and raised his customary lips. Extend her hand at her.
It's about five o'clock in the evening, and it's a little early from the meal, so outsiders' cars in the restaurant are sparse, but this season, although there is no Xishan at sunset, it is just above the Haiping line.
The color of the sunset is orange and beautiful.
Shrouding his slender and handsome figure, it leaked to her face and hair.
Wen Zheng got out of the car and waited for her feet to land, and the door was closed by the man's extended arm.
He naturally took her and turned to walk to the restaurant.
But she stood still and refused to move.
Mo Shichen looked back at her.
Because of the geographical location of Jiangcheng, even in the early winter, the temperature was not too low. Wen Rong wore a mid-length fringed cardigan sweater and short shoulder-length hair that was disturbed by the sea breeze. The smell of fireworks, his hand was held in his palm, his eyes just looked at him like that.
He turned and took a step towards her. Her tall body almost blocked the sea breeze for her, her fingers waved her hair, and she sighed lowly. "You're not sleeping enough, so you want to lose your temper?"
"Mo Shichen," she no longer called him the grandson of Mo, as she did when she laughed or made fun of.
Mo Shichen narrowed her eyes, and her deeper gaze locked her face.
She said quietly, "Don't coax me to coax me, tell me your truth, do you think I'm here to make you embarrassed and tired, because you have to pack your mood and hide your sadness to accompany me, It makes you tired. "