Chapter 737： Mo Shichen: "What if I love you more than he does?" (1/2)

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Wen Yan smelled the smell of smoke on his body—it was too heavy, she couldn't help ignoring it.

She didn't want to think about this man's affairs either, but her brain was still turning automatically, the smoke smell was so heavy, he might have smoked for a few hours, and then thought of the time he had just left Shen Yu ...

He wouldn't always be downstairs in the apartment. Seeing Shen Yu leave, didn't he come up again?

I thought so, but she didn't think deeply about the problem, she just answered with a voice without emotion, ”This is indeed a good time.”

The man's arm around her waist was tightened in vain, almost so hard that it hurt her bones.

Wen Yong held back, but his body could not stand stiff, and the fluttering tone was quite provocative. ”Why don't you say it in front of him?”

He asked in his ear, ”You want to see two men fight for you?”

”You came here on purpose, just to tell me that Shen Yu didn't particularly love me?”

The man's hand stroked her hair, and his voice was low and dumb. ”I'm afraid you'll be rushed to a doctor, ma'am.”

”He said,” her voice was soft, but her tone was always light. ”If I give him a chance to start, he won't let me down.”

This time, it was Wen Ye who felt the stiffness of the man holding her, and the breathing near his ears became disordered and heavy.

Wen Ye did not forcibly break away from this embrace, but just asked with a smile, ”Mr. Mo, what do you think?”

Mo Shichen didn't answer her, and she didn't seem to need his answer, and said to himself in his arms, ”I think if I can divorce you, he should be the best choice I can find. ... or, if I didn't fall in love with you at the beginning, maybe I should have come together with him logically, married and had children, and lived a life of gathering together and expecting to be sweet ... ”

”Enough,” the man interrupted her coldly, and the arms around her waist tightened tighter. ”No, if you love me at first, come again, you still love me.”

”Yes,” she said weakly, ”don't bother me anymore, okay?”

His low voice was nearly vague, like an illusion, ”What if I love you more than he?”

The air seemed silent.

Hearing this saying that she was absolutely indifferent, it must be false.

She was hugged by him, her face was forced to be buried in his chest. Although this posture seemed intimate, the biggest advantage was that she could not see each other's expressions.

Her heart seemed to be stunned, and the hands that fell on the sides of her body followed with a loose fist.

For a long time, maybe a few seconds, maybe a dozen seconds, or a few tens of seconds, Wen Ye directly misappropriated his last sentence, ”Mo Shichen, no if.”

”Mrs.,” he said, ”let's make a bet.”

”You gamble with people, usually ten times and ten times, but I'm not sure. I don't gamble.”

”Bet me if I can let Mo Shiqian withdraw his protection from you.”

Wen Yan didn't speak.