Chapter 562: How can you shrink like a virgin, aren't you?

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The man reached the skin on her chest with the cold fingers of the thin cocoon, which almost aroused her a layer of trembling, Wen Wen did not hesitate, he went straight back, and even the clothes were finally noticed .
Mo Shichen looked down at her, his handsome face had no waves, only the dark eyes passed through the fine surge.
He retracted his hand calmly, and his face was still indifferent and mocking.
It was only in her mind that she suddenly looked when she opened her eyes.
It was probably not awake yet, so it seemed embarrassing, and the complex and thick feelings erupted under the eyes.
That's close to--
A woman looks at her husband's eyes.
"Don't you want to buy a duck?" A man sneered coldly from the top of his head. "How do you shrink like a virgin, don't you?"
Wen Yan raised his eyes and looked at him, "Why, you impotence?"
Mo Shichen, "..."
He said lightly, "Ms. Wen, if you really want to, we might as well be frank, eat food when you are hungry, make love when you are itchy, and you are satisfied earlier, I will go back to the hospital earlier, the best of both worlds, great joy, Why cover up and delay our time. "
Wen Ye looked at him with such disbelief.
What did he just say?
Itchy ... itch?
When Mo Shichen saw that she didn't say anything, she leaned down again and took off her clothes.
His eyes were calm and indifferent, and his work was neat and clean.
"The unmarried wife in your heart is lying unconscious in the intensive care unit to save you. You are doing this with other women now. I really don't see it. Your heart is so big."
The man knelt on her side with one knee, orderly and quietly said, "Just because she was in a coma in the intensive care unit to save me, I was willing to sacrifice. Otherwise, Miss Wen, if you want to watch my performance, I would rather die, I still think Should I fall in love? "
Wen Yan, "..."
Give oneself?
She smiled, squinting her eyes coldly, "Should I brag about you, can you bend and stretch?"
He said lightly, "No need."
"Take it away."
The man held his lips, "Don't you want?"
Wen Yan's tone is similar to his, "You can't tell, I'm hungry and sleepy, and just plan to eat and sleep?"
She flew over from Paris. The long flight time combined with jet lag, she had not slept well, and had not eaten seriously for a long time. She had no feeling in the hospital just because of the emotional shock.
Now, she just feels tired and tired to take a good rest.
Then consider the situation at hand.
Mo Shichen looked down at her bland water-like face, still retracted his hand, and stood up and walked to the other two-seat sofa and sat down.
Wen Ye dialed Aleb with his mobile phone. "Go to a nearby restaurant and buy me two lunches. Chinese food will do."
The man sat on the sofa, and listened to the woman's soft, cold voice, saying several dishes.
His eyes moved when he heard the next few.
Although he woke up for more than half a year, his body really recovered gradually, when he could get out of bed and live like a normal person, it was almost a recent thing.
When a person loses his memory, he will be indifferent to many things in the past, such as his past, such as the woman in front of him, even if he knows that she is his wife, but he still can't have a relationship with her husband out of thin air.
But some will not change, such as some ability to form instincts, such as preferences.
Several of the words read from this woman's mouth were clearly his favorite dishes.
It is said that he had an accident far back five years ago.
Mo Shichen put one hand on the arm of the sofa, watched her hang up and asked slightly, "Ms. Wen, can I take the liberty to ask you a question?"
Wen Yan put the phone down casually, and glanced at him, "Why didn't you think you were taking the liberty?"
"..."
"Don't you remarry?"
When he asked this question, it was none of the matter that made Wen Ye feel like he was not having amnesia at all, but that he was really not Mo Shichen.
She pursed her lips, took the pillow into her arms, and said softly, "No."
The man's tone was still very light, "No boyfriend at this stage?"
She looked at him and said blandly, "No."
She laughed coolly in her heart, thinking casually, although this man has amnesia, it is not difficult to adjust the position of Shi Qian Qian to be the president of Clod-Summer.
See how cautious he is, at this stage.
It is neither a boyfriend nor a boyfriend. It is accurate-at this stage.
He was sitting on the sofa with one hand casually placed, and the long legs wrapped in ironed meticulous trousers also stretched out at will. He looked at her like this with a smile in his voice, but it was not warm Meaning, clear and indifferent, "Your age, family background, ability, beauty, it doesn't seem difficult to find a man worthy of you."
The corner of the man ’s lips crossed the arc of laughter, as if inquiring, and wrapped in a smile that was non-smiling,
Ca n’t you forget my dead husband?

He asked this question as if he was really just curious.
He's not curious, because there are so many curious people.
Her mother made a long sigh and said that people had died for so many years, and it was time to let go.
Wen Yan said very lightly, "No, I haven't thought about this problem," she smiled, raised her eyes and looked at him, "you didn't die when I loved you the most. Speaking, you I die when I want to get rid of you. "
When she said this, her eyes were clearly looking at him, but she was looking through him, looking at something else, and her eyes were indescribable.
Mo Shichen looked at her sober and mild face, and said after a while, "It seems I'm quite damn."
Damn it.
She was in pain when he "die".
At that time, she thought that she thought she had already been hurt by him. She was desperate to get rid of all her love. She should not be sad because of him in her life.
I didn't expect him to die.
Wen Yan said nothing, but lifted his thin white feet and put his calf on the coffee table in front.
This pose is not elegant, especially for a person who is extremely elegant, but she really did it and was lazy and natural.
"That being the case," the faint cool voice of the man on the sofa sounded, "there is no more reason for us to make unnecessary entanglements, Miss Wen, if necessary or necessary, we can go through the divorce formalities."
All Wen Wen's ongoing actions were so paused, like the movie picture was suddenly pressed the pause button.
She looked at him.
The man had completely faded away from his earlier horror. The tone of speaking to her in expensive shirts and trousers was calm and organized, like the calmness and concealment he once had at the negotiating table.