Chapter 600

The cool wind and night rain, as well as the chill of late autumn, were blocked outside by this door.

Her back followed the man's movement and was butted against the door panel. In front of her eyes was the bright white light, and the man's deep and affectionate handsome face. The two people were in such a silent confrontation, and even those servants who were still there just now also kept silent.

She raised her face and calmed down. "I'm not a teenage girl. I'm not afraid of thunder or lightning. As for the rainstorm It's raining a little bit harder, but it doesn't matter. I go home and take a bath. After cooking ginger soup, I can go to bed directly. I'm in good health and have no problem. "

Then she reached for his finger again.

But this time, Mo Shichen didn't let her succeed. He clasped her hand without expression and turned back.

Wenyi is almost dragged by him, earn and earn, strength is unable to compete with men, can only stagger to be dragged, "Mo Shichen, what do you do?"

Mo Shichen didn't pay any attention to her, and even didn't look back. When passing through the living room, he turned his head and looked at their husband and wife's quarrel. He didn't dare to make a noise. The servant who stayed in the corner and compressed the sense of existence said, "boil a bowl of ginger tea, and bring it up."

The servant quickly said yes.

The man's action has no scruples, on the contrary, it is a bit rough, and there is a strong sense that he will pull her up regardless of her obedience or struggle.

Wenyi's wrists were red with his fingers.

He pulled her to the bedroom door -

this was their wedding room, the master bedroom. Of course, Wen Yi recognized her, but she struggled again in vain.

After that night in Jiangcheng, she was instinctively afraid and repelled to live in the same room with this man, especially the bedroom. Besides, although the manor was in her name, it was all his people.

There was another bang, and the door was kicked open by the man's long leg.

He clearly had a hand that was empty, and he could turn the door handle. He had to kick so that the floor was shaking.

Wenyi was thrown into the room by his backhand.

Mo Shi Chen stood at the door, calmly turned on the light, and then closed the door.

The light suddenly lit up, and the familiar scene that had been buried in her memory suddenly came to her. She was at a loss for a moment, and she looked at it subconsciously --

that huge wedding photo was too big and conspicuous, and she couldn't even see it.

Her eyes pause for a few seconds on the top, and they quickly come back.

She looked at the man who didn't get close to her in front of the door, pursed her lips and said coldly, "what are you doing?"

Mo Shi Chen looked at her in deep silence.

Compared with her exquisite style, she even looks a bit embarrassed now. Her short hair is half wet, and her clothes are also like this. The open shoulder sweater that was pulled up by her was pulled all the way by the man, and her shoulder was half exposed again. Even her face had wet rain.

But this indescribable depravity, let her seem to take off that layer of elegant and arrogant mask, become flesh and blood real up.

His throat moved, and when he opened his mouth again, he had returned to plain. "His hair and clothes are all wet. Go to take a hot bath and change to dry clothes."

Wenyi was too lazy to quarrel with him. Just now she spilled the letter from the wooden box out of the window. It seemed that she had exhausted all her efforts tonight. She also became tired. She raised her hand to her forehead and said, "Mo Shichen, I want to go home and sleep."

Why does this man have to deal with her.

Mo Shi Chen light way, "quarrel these things have no fun, Wen job."

"It's no fun. What are you doing with all this energy?"

"I said, the rain is heavy, the thunder is heavy, very dangerous."

"I said I'm not afraid of..."

The man quietly interrupted her, "I'm afraid, OK?"

Wen job speechless looking at him, did not move.

"Do you want me to water you, or do you want me to undress you?"

"Change clothes, you don't want me to sleep with you here By the way, I'll make a man with you. It's very convenient for me to put Li qianrui in the ink

Mo Shichen laughed and said, "if you want to make people, I can do it if you don't take a bath or change clothes."

It was quiet for a while.

Wenyi saw that the man did not want to compromise, she pursed her lips, "I have no clothes to change."

"You go in and I'll get your clothes."

She looked at him faintly for a few seconds and walked into it without expression.

It was not until the door was closed and there was the sound of sprinkling water inside. Moshen turned to open the bedroom door and went to the cloakroom next door to take a woman's clothes in.

these clothes are estimated to be the clothes she didn't take away five years ago. When the servants cleaned up and prepared, they were afraid that she would not have clothes to wear, so they cleaned and dried them again. Although the styles are outdated, at least at least It's dry.

Wenyi took a bath wrapped in a bathrobe and came out to see neat clothes at the end of the bed. There was no man in the bedroom.With a frown, she walked over and took the clothes back to the bathroom. She changed them. She wiped her short wet hair with a dry towel. Without thinking about blowing, she went to the door.

She's not going to spend the night here, she's going back.

But it was not until she reached out to pull the door that it was locked.

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Instead of stopping the pouring rain outside, it had the posture of coming all night.

Rao is a big black umbrella tightly covered in the man's head, but still can not avoid the wind will rain on his body, wet his body.

In addition to moshichen, who was holding a big black umbrella, he was accompanied by two tall men who looked like bodyguards. They also held umbrellas, one with a flashlight and the other with a wooden box.

Under the study on the second floor is the lawn of the garden.

Mo Shichen squatted down and picked up one of the envelopes falling down under the light of a flashlight.

The handwriting of the pen has been soaked in rain and can't be seen clearly.

He took it in his hand and looked at it. In the dark of the night, no one could see the look on his face.

He waved to the bodyguard who took the wooden box, and the other party immediately put the wooden box at his feet.

Mo Shichen threw the envelope in,

the bodyguard looked at him and silently held the umbrella over the wooden box. Although it was actually wet, his clothes were also wet.

The letter can be seen everywhere on the grass, even without any other vegetation.

Mo Shichen didn't speak, but the two bodyguards were also very tacit. One held a wooden box in one hand, an umbrella in the other hand, and a flashlight and umbrella in the other hand. Occasionally, he bent down to help a man pick it up.

"Young master," said the man with the wooden box in the boiling rain. "It's raining too hard. These letters are all wet. Even if they are dry, they can't distinguish the contents."

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