Chapter 787: He threatened her, and he threatened her again.

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The man nodded in agreement, and said lightly, "Yes, of course, I like to stay with you better than them."
Wen Yan was going to be angry for his shame.
But when she was angry, he pulled her into her arms again, chin resting on her shoulder, and whispered, "I haven't been here for a long time, and I'm not as humble as Mo Shi. If If you do n’t work hard anymore, what if some woman wants me to marry me, what will Mo Shiqian push me out to marry?

Wen Yan, "..."
She said saltily, "It's best, but I'll be free."
Mo Shichen bowed her head and kissed him severely on her lips.
She couldn't beat him. The day after the man offered to be discharged, his assistant had completed the formalities.
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Wen Yan packed things for him.
Mo Shichen was sitting on the sofa and had already changed his clothes. The inside was a dark green base knit and the outside was a black cashmere coat. He looked at the back of the woman to pack things in an orderly, unhurried manner.
Wen Yan has been very gentle and even indulgent to him recently, but his attitude is lazy and silent.
Such a relationship seems intimate, but there is still a kind of indistinct alienation.
He went back to the manor, and she followed him without saying a word, but there were many servants in the manor, and there was basically nothing she needed to do, and although his injury had not healed, he recovered a lot, and it was no problem to eat by himself Already.
In this way, Wen Min thought carefully, her care should be over.
They returned home from the hospital in the morning. At noon, Wen Ye accompany him for lunch at the manor. After lunch, she proposed to walk in the garden.
The weather is very good, especially the afternoon sun is warm.
Wen Yan sat down on the chair of the white Nordic style table and chair on the grass of the garden. "Let's talk."
The man sat down opposite her.
Mother Su asked her maid to bring two cups of afternoon tea, and the scorching hot mist slowly spread, and the tea was overflowing.
Wen Yan stared at the water surface of tea, and said softly, "You have Mom Su and other servants in your house, and Kangding and assistants when you return to the company, and your injury does not affect your basic daily life. I ... There is no need to continue taking care of you. "
"When talking, you should look into my eyes. This is the politeness of the conversation, Miss Wen."
Wen pursed his lips, raised his head, and met his gaze.
He smiled slightly. "You should know, I don't care for anything."
After a long time, she slowly opened her mouth. "Thank you for helping me save Shen Yu. It won't matter if your injury recovers, but gratitude is one thing, love is another ... I, if not necessary, let's not meet again. "
After all, she didn't look at him, took a deep breath, stood up, and walked step by step towards the gate of the manor.
The curvature of Mo Shichen's lips disappeared, and the temperature in his eyes gradually cooled.
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Wen Ye called Aleb and asked him to come and pick her up.
The area of ​​the manor is so large that if she was going to walk outside the door, it wouldn't be complete in a few minutes, so Mother Su ran out of breath to catch up with her and say what happened to the man. The majestic carved gate of the manor.
"Mrs .... Mrs ...." Mom Su was anxious too, and for a while she forgot that she was no longer Mrs Mo.
Wen Ye stopped her pace when she heard her voice, and saw that Mother Su was trotting at a young age, and she seemed to have a feeling of something going wrong, so she stepped back a few steps until she met her and asked, " What's wrong, is something wrong? "
"Daddy, he ... his wound seems to be cracking," Ms. Su was getting old, panting badly, "when he was back in the living room, I saw that his clothes were all red with blood."
If Wen Min's head was slammed hard, she would give a subconscious response in an instant, "Did you call a doctor?"
Su mother panicked. "I'm going to call a doctor. He's not willing to go upstairs alone ..."
This man ...
He threatened her, and he threatened her again.
Wen Yanhuo started from his heart and was almost trembling with anger.
She bit her lip, her head went back white, her hurried pace almost brought up the wind, and people looked far away and felt angry.
As soon as she got into the front office, she caught a servant and asked, "Anyone else?"
The maid had just been scared by Mo Shichen. At this moment, she saw Wen Ye's expression was a little hesitant, and he returned quickly, "The eldest son has gone upstairs."
Wen Yisui went upstairs.
When she arrived at the door, an old servant who had more qualifications and seemed to have some medical knowledge was persuading in the study room, "big boy ..."
He didn't say a word after the title, but was interrupted by the man's indifferent voice, "Get out."
Mo Shichen was sitting in a chair behind his desk, his handsome face was indifferent, and his calm face couldn't hide the gloomy and treacherousness, which made him timid and afraid to say more.
The maid sighed, and couldn't bear to show her face, but she backed out, and as soon as she turned around, she saw Wen Ye standing at the door, and she was immediately surprised, "Miss Wen, you are here ... persuade the grandson, he The injury was not a joke ... "
Hearing the sound, the expressionless man who opened the notebook also looked at the door.
The four eyes are opposite.
Wen Zheng walked straight towards him, and before she reached the desk, the anger on her face became frightened, because she saw his chest—Mother Su said that his clothes were stained with blood and could be heard It is totally different from what I saw.
When Mo Shichen came back, he changed a light-colored cashmere sweater, so the extra dazzle on his chest was simply shocking.
"Mo Shichen, you--"
He looked at her, smiling slightly, and said casually, "How come back."
Wen Ye ’s hands were shaking. She rarely felt extremely angry. Last time, he thought he had sent a gunshot wound and he smashed his office, causing a thunderous thing. For her temper, such a thing could not happen for a year. once.
She picked up the notebook on the desk and smashed it against the glass of the window.
The glass did not know what material it was made of, but it was not broken, and the notebook fell to the ground.
She stared down at the smirking man, her chest undulating, "Mo Shichen, are you crazy?"
He looked at her and looked at the notebook she had smashed. "I only know now that you still have the habit of smashing things."
She picked up the quilt and smashed it on the glass.
The glass remained motionless this time, but the glass shattered.
She clenched her hands into fists and fell on the table, saying "Moshichen, when can you stop doing this?"