Chapter 693: "Don't bother with me anymore, I will follow you naturally."

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After going to the bath last night, Wen Ye was going to take a bath. When he crawled over the man's body, his legs were soft and fell to her. He was smoking, looked down at her for a while, or put the cigarette in the ashtray, and then directly Hugged her to the bathroom.
After washing, he had to wipe her with a towel, and finally returned to the bedroom. After finding her nightdress, she lost her patience, took his own shirt, and wrapped her in the bathroom. on.
She didn't want to, but there was not much energy at that time and she simply left with him.
So she got up and sat up, and after the quilt slipped from her, she was wearing a white men's shirt, the buttons were casual and loose, and she could see the kiss marks at the collarbone and the vaguely under the collarbone. The snow color is undulating, half covered, and the hair is messy, showing a kind of and downcast taste that can't be expressed after being held in the cold.
Mo Shichen stood still, his fingers flicked soot randomly, and Jun face did not see the smile of the past. He said lightly, "Mrs. I was in a bad mood last night, so I may have a bad attitude. Now, I I'll give you another formal reply, break up. I don't agree. If you have to divorce, you, me, and your family will not look good on the face. "
After all, he also expected that since this face had been torn, she would probably not give him any good looks anymore. After speaking, she would smoke a cigarette again, and her head would not leave the bedroom.
Wen Yan really did not expect that he was waiting for her just to say such a word.
"Mo Shichen ..."
Mo Shichen settled down. He didn't look back, just took off the smoke from the corner of his lips and smiled lightly, "Ma'am, you should be clearer than many people in this world. The high risk is the high risk. You marry me. The benefits to your family have been upgraded to a higher level, and it should be the same to bear the risk of the same weight behind this marriage-you have to go against me, it's no good. "
Wen Yan bit his lip, and the man had opened the door.
Wen Ye was also irritated to the extreme by his remarks that looked down calmly. He was impulsive and grabbed something without thinking about it and smashed it to him severely.
Mo Shichen's keen sixth sense sensed something, put his hand on the handle of the door, and turned around.
The forehead met the attack.
The mobile phone thrown out by Wen Ying hit the man's forehead and slammed to the ground.
She had nothing to grab, and she couldn't throw a pillow. It was something that was flirted with.
Mo Shichen retracted the hand that fell on the doorknob, touched his forehead, and looked down at the mobile phone that fell to the ground, then raised his head, staring blankly at the woman still in bed.
Wen Yi was a little guilty at what he saw. After all, she hadn't done anything like using violence to hit people. She pursed her lips, and painted a thin layer of red on her face. There was also a surge of blood in his eyes, his emotions intertwined, complex and deep.
The man tore his lips, bent down, picked up the phone, played it in his hand, and then looked up at her, smiling gently, "Broken, your phone is really fateful, I Let someone buy you a new one. "
When he said he was about to go out, Wen stunned, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He stepped on the ground barefoot and rushed to catch up with him.
Mo Shichen heard her movements, stopped for a few steps, and turned to look at the woman running towards herself.
She quickly walked in front of him.
He looked down at her lightly, waiting for her to speak.
Wen Ye held out his hand. "Give me the phone."
"broken."
She frowned. "It's mine if it's broken."
Mo Shichen's fingertips scratched through the crack of the mobile phone screen, and a smile lingered in his voice, "Oh, you threw it to me, I thought it was mine."
Throw it to him?
Wen Rong didn't want to talk to him much, don't look away and look elsewhere, repeating coldly, "Give me back."
He glanced at her, then turned and left.
After waiting for Wen Ying to react, the other person had already gone. She looked at his back and frowned, wondering what the man wanted to do with her mobile phone, did she quarrel?
I think so, but in the end, she can only catch up. Everyone knows that there is a lot of privacy in the phone. Even if it doesn't fall into the hands of others, there is a sense of insecurity. Besides, he deleted her number privately and looked at it. It's not uncommon for her text messages to go through her phone.
By the time she caught up, Mo Shichen had reached the entrance of the stairs.
He looked back at her, his gaze moved from the kiss marks on her collarbone to the shallow groove exposed to the air because of the looseness, and then continued down the slender, white, beautiful jade legs under the shirt.
The man's throat rolled and he began to play. "The cook in our house is a man. You want to go on like this?"
Wen Yan has no good temper, and his tone is naturally not good. He is annoyed and impatient. "What on earth do you want?"
"You smashed me with your phone. I confiscate your phone, isn't it fair?"
She froze, "You have a problem, right?"
He shrugged lightly and smiled, "Why, you're only allowed to pester me for a divorce and find me unhappy, or maybe I'm not as good as you please?"
Wen Huan expressionless, "Are you boring?"
Mo Shichen bowed his head, as if he found a new continent, Jun face with a rogue expression on his face, "Well, would you curse someone with your cell phone?"
"give me back."
"Ah."
He will go downstairs after he finishes.
Wen Ye really didn't want to have such a meaningless entanglement with him, but he didn't want his cell phone to fall into this man's hand, and in a hurry, he would grab it by himself.
None of her own was able to back the man's hand, let alone Mo Shichen's arm was lifted, she had to jump up and wonder if she could get it.
Wen Yan's face turned redder. She felt that this man was just like a middle school boy who had not developed his mind in high school. He was naive and bored, but she couldn't do anything. What do you want? "
Mo Shichen looked at her messy hair and said calmly, "Don't bother to share with me, I will follow you naturally."
Wen Yan was cold-eyed.
The morning light had a golden morning sun line, but it was still cold.
She retracted her hand, and converged all expressions, and became aloof and alienated again, "OK, you like it, you hold it."
After all, she didn't look at him anymore, turned and walked towards the bedroom, without turning her head, her footsteps did not hesitate.
Mo Shichen looked at her straight back, her lips became more and more straightened, and the contour lines stretched out a deep sense of Yin Yin.