Chapter 737: Mo Shichen: "What if I love you more than he does?"

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Wen Yan smelled the smell of smoke on his body—it was too heavy, she couldn't help ignoring it.
She didn't want to think about this man's affairs either, but her brain was still turning automatically, the smoke smell was so heavy, he might have smoked for a few hours, and then thought of the time he had just left Shen Yu ...
He wouldn't always be downstairs in the apartment. Seeing Shen Yu leave, didn't he come up again?
I thought so, but she didn't think deeply about the problem, she just answered with a voice without emotion, "This is indeed a good time."
The man's arm around her waist was tightened in vain, almost so hard that it hurt her bones.
Wen Yong held back, but his body could not stand stiff, and the fluttering tone was quite provocative. "Why don't you say it in front of him?"
He asked in his ear, "You want to see two men fight for you?"
"You came here on purpose, just to tell me that Shen Yu didn't particularly love me?"
The man's hand stroked her hair, and his voice was low and dumb. "I'm afraid you'll be rushed to a doctor, ma'am."
"He said," her voice was soft, but her tone was always light. "If I give him a chance to start, he won't let me down."
This time, it was Wen Ye who felt the stiffness of the man holding her, and the breathing near his ears became disordered and heavy.
Wen Ye did not forcibly break away from this embrace, but just asked with a smile, "Mr. Mo, what do you think?"
Mo Shichen didn't answer her, and she didn't seem to need his answer, and said to himself 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 logically, married and had children, and lived a life of gathering together and expecting to be sweet ... "
"Enough," the man interrupted her coldly, and the arms around her waist tightened tighter. "No, if you love me at first, come again, you still love me."
"Yes," she said weakly, "don't bother me anymore, okay?"
His low voice was nearly vague, like an illusion, "What if I love you more than he?"
The air seemed silent.
Hearing this saying that she was absolutely indifferent, it must be false.
She was hugged by him, her face was forced to be buried in his chest. Although this posture seemed intimate, the biggest advantage was that she could not see each other's expressions.
Her heart seemed to be stunned, and the hands that fell on the sides of her body followed with a loose fist.
For a long time, maybe a few seconds, maybe a dozen seconds, or a few tens of seconds, Wen Ye directly misappropriated his last sentence, "Mo Shichen, no if."
"Mrs.," he said, "let's make a bet."
"You gamble with people, usually ten times and ten times, but I'm not sure. I don't gamble."
"Bet me if I can let Mo Shiqian withdraw his protection from you."
Wen Yan didn't speak.
"If I win, don't let me tear you back and follow me home obediently," his hand stroked her head, and her fingers slowly penetrated her hair, "if you win, I Give your credentials back to you, and do n’t entangle you in any way. You can stay in Lancheng and work under Mo Shiqian's men. You can work in Wen's when you go back to Paris. I will not interfere anymore— "
His low-alcoholic voice gradually seduced, "Compared to Lancheng, you should want to go back to Paris more? Uh? Your parents are older, your mother has been reluctant to let you go, let alone ... Shen Yu's circle also In Paris, if you want to be with him, two people are the best ending in Paris, aren't they? The family has become in-laws, they live close to each other, and they can't be more successful. "
The winning face of this gamble made her very tempted.
She gave up everything and left Paris. Although the determined decisive action was also rapid, it was still a last resort. Besides, when she arrived here, Mo Shichen was still entangled in her, which made her extremely frustrated, even frustrated. Once disheartened.
It would be great to get rid of him and go back.
Wen Min reached out his hand against his chest, pushed him away, and withdrew from his arms, "I want to think ..." The four words she answered Shen Yu in the evening, "Mo Shichen , I have to think about it. "
She was a little confused, "It's late now, and I'm tired and tired ... this matter, I'll talk about it tomorrow."
"Okay," he didn't continue to press hard, and the man stepped back a few steps. His handsome face was mild and mild, but when he looked at her with dark eyes, he always had a fondness for spoiling. You ... by the way, how about the buns this morning, should I steam a few more tomorrow morning? "
As usual, she really wanted to talk to him directly. You might as well buy such a simple bun outside the breakfast shop and let it be eaten.
But in this case, she chose the simplest statement, "No, do I like buns?"
At first she just said casually that steaming buns was a difficult task, so she deliberately embarrassed him.
Not to mention that she is used to Western breakfast. Even in China, few people say ... I like buns ...
Mo Shichen looked down at his hands, his face still showing a rather lost expression, and said lightly, "I also think I have made rapid progress recently, and I can steam out the perfect buns a few times."
"..." The perfect bun is nothing but a bun. Who can eat the deliciousness of the world?
but……
Yu Guang, at the corner of Wen Yan's eyes, glanced at the man's hands. The last burn and cut were much better and scarred, but it seemed that he had licked the new wound again, making the hands that should be quite beautiful look mottled. .
There was no expression on her face. "If you're fine, please go back, bye."
Before the man could answer, she stepped back and closed the door with her hand.
Mo Shichen watched her side face disappear quickly, and her eyebrows dropped down when she closed the door. She didn't look at him again, so she disappeared into sight.
Across the door.
Wen Ye stood quietly for a while at the entrance. She didn't return to the room immediately. The whole person couldn't tell what kind of confusion was wrapped up. The clew in her head was still messy, so she leaned against the door panel. Then, the body slowly slid down, and finally sat down on the carpet.
The promenade outside the door is deep and quiet.
Mo Shichen looked at the closed door in front of him. He didn't think of leaving for a while. The handsome face was very pale. After standing for a while, he took out the cigarette calmly, and then lit it in an orderly manner. Take a sip and spit it out.
He remembered the blurt when he just held her, what if I love you more than he does?
Actually what he wanted to say was, but I love you more than he does.