Chapter 788： "Baby, I can't stand you toss now, you bite me."

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He looked up at her, his thin lips pulled out a light arc of laughter, and said casually, "How did I do it? You have to go, didn't I let you go."

She closed her eyes and then opened them. Even the fluctuations in her heart could not be relieved. She said with a cold expression, "What do you mean by self-harm?"

"My body is my own. What should I do with it? It should be my own business?"

His carefree tone seemed to be saying nothing at all.

Wen Zheng looked at him for a while, and finally gave up the theory and refuted. She turned to the servant who had not left, "Call the doctor."

The maid looked at her, and looked at the man behind the desk. Seeing that he had no objection, he nodded quickly, "Ah, I'll go immediately."

Having said that, he retreated very quickly.

She and him were the only ones left in the study.

Feeling tired, Wen Ye clearly told him that no matter how much it was useless, he simply said nothing and turned to leave.

The man's low voice sounded behind her, "Since you're leaving, aren't you on this trip for nothing?"

She settled down, looked back at him, and said funnyly, "I'm dead if I go?"

He said lightly, "I said nothing."

He said nothing, but said everything.

"Are you planning to keep threatening me like this?"

"Sir," he looked into her eyes and called affectionately. "If you don't want to, you can stay away from me."

Wen Zheng looked at him like this, and neither walked nor said anything.

Mo Shichen held his desk and got up. Probably he didn't feel as painless as he looked. At least he was slow, and he could see the difficulties, especially his complexion was slightly pale.

She looked at him, and there was no other feeling in her heart, that something was blocking her from breathing.

He reached out and hugged her, kissing her cheek once.

"Since you're back, don't leave, eh?"

The tip of her nose was the clear breath of a man, but she was mixed with a faint **** smell, and Wen Ye could not tell what emotion she was at this time, but her voice changed, "Did I owe you in my last life?"

"No," the man's thin lips kept rolling on her skin, and murmured, "I owed you in the first half of my life, and I will give it back to you in the second half of my life."

She was neither hot nor cold, "Don't do it, right?"

He was silent and only kissed her for a while.

Wen Yan was blocked in one breath, and he couldn't swallow or let out. His emotions were irritable. Seeing the face in front was not pleasing to the eye, but he couldn't take him.

She was thinking, if she didn't care if he really left, could he really die?

He was Mo Shichen, how could he die for such a woman, he would not.

He just scared her, but why she was scared by him.

But even if she thinks about it repeatedly, she still can't move to gamble.

This man is very calm and sensible. She believes that he is mad and also mad in an extremely calm mind. He knows what he is doing, and he knows the consequences than anyone else, but ...

She faintly felt that there was a kind of ruthlessness in his bones, because there seemed to be nothing that he could not use or give up, including himself.

The men's kisses continued to fall on her face and forehead one after another, and Wen Zheng leaned over her face and held his hand before the man's eyes turned darker and darker. I thought you were anxious to give birth, and if you did, you still thought about taking advantage of women. "

He lowered his head, looking at his hand being held by her, with a smile arc on his lips, "I always have a mind."

Wen Yan was too lazy to talk to him and pulled him back to the bedroom, his face was not very good, "Lying down, waiting for the doctor to come over."

He hummed.

Seeing him lie down, Wen Yi naturally wanted to pull out his hand, but as soon as he moved it, he was caught by the man who had already held her halfway.

He asked with a small smile, "Will you leave?"

"Do you believe me can rot your wounds?"

"Oh, I don't believe it."

"..."

Wen Ye looked at his free and arrogant face and really wanted to hit him, but it really broke her and aggravated the injury. She closed her eyes and suddenly raised her hand to connect the man with her wrist. Put your hands together.

Look down and bite it down.

She gave a hard shot, and he didn't change his face, just staring at her.

I didn't know how long, until the taste buds tasted a rusty rust, and the man's silent voice sounded, "Baby, I can't stand you tossing now, you bite me."

Wen Yan was discouraged and sat down beside him, still with no expression on his face.

With a little confusion in the cold, her eyelids dropped.

After half a ring, she looked down at the rendered blood on his chest, the color had already darkened, and she asked, "How did you make it?"

He used her words and underplayed, "Poke."

"..."

Even if it wasn't stabbed, it was almost because he had opened the wound he was healing, and she really didn't understand it. Although he was a man and the education he had received since he was young, he might not be as painful as her, but that It was his own body's injury. Anyway, he was also a noble son who grew up with pride and honour. He just hurt the wound so hard. How did he start?

Dare to love his own body is also an object, you can fiddle with it for the purpose, it will not hurt, and he will not be reluctant?

She lowered her head and pursed her lips. "Mo Shichen, you're hardened and you don't even feel bad about yourself."

He said lightly, "I haven't been distressed, and I don't want to distress anyone, and I haven't touched the people around you, Wen Ye, I've been working hard to distress you."

She froze in a moment, and she bit her lip slowly.

"Don't your heart hurt you when your mother was alive."

"Probably, but she died prematurely, and I don't remember much."

She slipped her lip and couldn't help but said, "Doesn't Li Qianrui feel bad for you? I remember someone saying that their father and daughter took care of you but they took all their care and were very good to you. Don't pretend to be me."

"She takes good care of me in some things, but doesn't I take care of you in these things?"

When he takes care of people, he is really attentive and keen. He can think of what you want, but you can still think of it, except for not enough love ... This cannot be said to be sin, but it is inevitable. Injury.

He won't love or distress him, he will only return the fancy he likes to the cave, and then take care of his pet in his way.

Wen Yan thought for a long time before whispering, "Because the weak need distress, and you never are."

Is it necessary, he did not have such a request.

but--

He still didn't let go of his bitten hand, and instead kneaded, "But you feel bad for me, I still feel very satisfied."