Chapter 796: "Well, do you like watching me jealous of you?"

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When Wen Ying said this, his eyes still looked at the screen in front, and his tone did not fluctuate greatly.
Mo Shichen stared deeply at her in the dim light.
"Choice of movies ... 唔."
As soon as she turned to talk to him, she was kissed by the man's thin lips.
Mo Shichen avoided her injury and hugged her, holding a kiss.
After about a minute of kissing like this, he tipped his nose against her cheek, and chuckled, "What movie did you choose?"
"Violent thriller."
"..."
Mo Shichen didn't know what was ridiculous, but he was laughing while playing with women's hair, "What's your taste?"
Wen Yan said lightly, "Lest you look at me and not look at me to bother me."
"..."
She has a little understanding of him a little bit. The movie is so attractive to him. He is probably not interested in romance and love of art and film. Detective crime film, she thinks that he may not be too scornful, or violent thriller Okay, straightforward enough, and grabbing attention.
"Okay, just watch movies."
After half an hour, Wen Ye felt that he still deeply overestimated his tolerance to discomfort.
The scene was and really disgusting, she silently looked away from the screen.
After more than ten seconds, out of curiosity, she turned to look at the man beside her again.
Then he stared at him in such a sudden and slammed into his sight.
Her heart fluttered, covering her chest directly.
Mo Shichen originally stared down at her with her head lowered. When she saw this, she seemed to be funny, and she laughed directly.
"..."
She glanced at him before turning her gaze to the screen.
It happened to be a close-up shot of fuzzy flesh. The wound was rotten, and Wen Ye decisively turned his head away.
Her reactions fell into the eyes of the man, and Mo Shichen supported her head and gave a pleasant laugh.
The sound surrounding the whole theater suddenly quieted down, and Wen Yan saw that the movie had been paused by the man.
"Too boring, don't watch."
"Well, it's boring, change it?"
"up to you."
Mo Shichen didn't know much about the movie, so he randomly picked one and watched it.
Wen Yan just showed an Italian movie, without a subtitled translation.
This one ... too.
The title is being released.
Wen Yan looked at the words on the top, and squeezed his mouth tightly. She stared at the man's face a few seconds later.
Mo Shichen was judging what it was. He lowered her head when she noticed her sight. When she saw the woman's complexion, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong, do you like it?"
"Mr. Mo, you are really not considerate at all."
"..."
He looked at her, then looked at the screen again, "I thought you liked this kind of exotic literary film."
"Are you humiliating me?"
The man frowned, "Are you looking for my stubble?"
Wen Yan twitched her lips, "Look at the movie you chose, Arabic, do you not know that I don't understand Arabic, or have you ignored it?" She stretched her tone cool and lazy, "Anyway Whatever it is, you are not considerate enough to understand me. "
"..."
Mo Shichen wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't find the word for a while, and his throat knot rolled up and down.
He doesn't know.
"You have learned twelve languages ​​before graduation, ten of whom are proficient. In the years after taking over the company, you have learned four more. There are a total of sixteen. Which are proficient and which can be communicated without any problems. Count it out. "
That's not even the five years he lost, otherwise he might know more.
"Wen Ye," he said quietly, "this is not fair."
How long she knew him, and how much time he knew her.
Wen Yan smiled, said indifferently, "probably."
"Wen Ye."
She reached out and took the remote control in his hand. "Changing it, just look at Chinese movies, costume films."
The woman turned her head down and looked up, no waves or ripples on her face.
"If I recover my memory, will you have a little more faith in me?"
"It's hard to say. You didn't give me any confidence five years ago."
The movie started soon.
Wen Ye watched the movie, Mo Shichen watched her.
One is seemingly inattentive, and the other is more and more secretive.
…………
After dark, Wen Ye was going back to the apartment. Mo Shichen still sent her driver to see her.
The manor lighted up everywhere and it was beautiful.
Mo Shichen took her to the car, and his handsome face rendered an indescribable loneliness and quietness under the warm yellow light.
"You won't go to work on the weekend, I will send someone to pick you up."
The driver has pulled open the door of the rear seat.
Standing at the side of the car, Wen Min remembered what he thought when he bent over to get on the car. He turned back and smiled at the man standing half a meter away.
"Air-cooled, get in the car."
"I asked you for it, and I asked my mom about it, and she didn't necessarily know it."
The man said lightly, "I'm not your mother."
"..."
Wen Yi shrugged, and said needlessly, "Okay, whatever you want."
When she was finished, she got in the car and the black Rambo left.
Mo Shichen stood in the wind under the night and turned around a long time ago.
…………
Mo Shichen was going back to work on Monday, and Wen Ye also agreed to return to work with his mother. On the two days of the weekend, Wen Ye was still with him in the manor as he wished, teasing the dog, reading books, brushing movies, and sunbathing , But also very comfortable.
It was only at 4 pm on Sunday that Wen Ye received a call from Mo Shiqian.
"I'll be at the airport in an hour. You come and see me."
"I see you off?"
"Well, I have a gift for you."
"You? A gift? Give me?"
"..."
Mo Shiqian lost the patience to communicate with her, and said lightly, "I asked you to come and you will not regret it when you come. Do you think I am free?"
"..."
Mo Shiqian wants to give her a gift?
Wen Zhisu knew him as a man and thought he might have something important to say to him. He agreed without much thought, "Okay, I'll be here."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Zheng was preparing to speak to Mo Shichen, and he found that he was staring at himself with a smile on his lips, and the danger that his eyes could not tell, "Give you a gift, Shen Yu? You still Want to go? "
"..."
She smiled at him. "Yes, is there any problem?"
"Call him now and say you won't go."
"I don't fight."
Mo Shichen stared at her, his handsome features smiling grimly.
Wen Ying got up and left.
But before taking two steps, he was dragged back into bed by the man, and the mobile phone in her hand was taken away by him the next second.
"Mo Shichen--"
He had seen her call history while holding her cell phone.
Oh, not Shen Yu.
Mo Shichen's lips twitched slightly. "Well, do you really like to see me jealous of you?"