Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

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Wen Zheng nodded, and let him lead to the restaurant.

A meal is almost the same as usual, but the words are a little bit less than usual, and the atmosphere is a bit less flavorful.

But Mo Shichen seemed to be unaware, and did not coax her or tease or say something like her usual low mood, and just finished her meal so naturally.

After eating Wen Wen, he went upstairs with a cup of hot drink. He looked at her back with deep eyes, but did not stop her or follow her up.

She went back to the study by herself, took a book on the shelf, went to the chair in front of the desk, sat down, opened it, and looked down, but ... although she seemed to see every word, But a complete sentence didn't enter the brain.

It is easy for pregnant women to be sad and sad, and to amplify their emotions ... right?

She even complained to the man, even if what he was doing in the middle of the night was his own business, but his departure in the middle of the night not only affected her sleep, the incident itself seriously affected her mood.

Thinking about it like this, Wen Ying finally found a reason to express his grievances.

When he came up, he would just ignore him. If she thought about it, she would feel more comfortable in her heart. The woman who was pregnant would suffer, and why she had to give him an excuse to make excuses is his fault. That made her unhappy.

Really, the door was knocked suddenly.

"Mrs. are you there?"

It was Su's mother's voice. Maybe it was because she was thinking about him at the same time. When she knocked on the door just now, she was still agitated, but it turned out to be not him.

"Yes, come in."

Mother Su opened the door and came in, smiling softly and kindly, "Mrs. Grandpa asked me to ask you to come down. He has something to do with you."

Wen Yan had one or two points of resentment against him in the heart, and he was unwilling to say immediately, "Will he come to me if he has something to do?"

He was also embarrassed to have a pregnant woman run up and down.

"This ... I don't know, but since the eldest son said so, there might be something special, so please go there."

Wen pursed his lips, with some frustration but nodded, "OK."

She separated the book in her hand, and stood up, walking towards the door.

Mother Su took her to the living room, and hurriedly took out an extra thick coat to wrap her, and then put on a scarf.

Wen Kun puzzled, frowning and asked, "What about others? Would you like to take me out? But it's late."

Although it wasn't dark, because it was still snowing this morning, the sun came out in the afternoon, and it was considered clear after snow.

Xishan is about to be sunset now, he takes her out?

"No, no, the eldest son said that the weather is good today, let me take you to the garden."

The snow had not melted yet, and it was the coldest time, where the weather was fine.

But Wen Yan didn't say anything either, let mother Su fiddle with it, and go out after getting dressed.

Cold is cold, but beauty is really beautiful.

The light of the setting sun spreads thinly on the white snow, the two colors of warm and cold blend together, forming a sense of beauty that cannot be destroyed.

Wen Yan saw the man standing on the snow from afar.

He stood on a small area, on the grass that seemed to be empty in the cold air. He stood tall, straight, handsome, straight, smiling with a slight smile, and looked at him like a little dodgy, strikingly like another landscape.

Ms. Su was aware of current affairs and unknowingly withdrew.

Wen Ying walked towards him.

After stopping, he looked at him with a pair of eyes, and looked at the bracket that he didn't know what skill he used to make it. It should be a board or something, covered with white cloth, covering the content.

She dialed a red scarf with her chin buried in her mouth and asked with a smile, "Is this what you are going to give me?" She said as she studied it again, she quickly came to the conclusion, "This is a painting ... Right? "

Sending the painting to her, Mo Gong took the literary route.

The smile on Mo Shichen ’s lips continued unabated, only taking two steps back, standing behind her, “look first.”

While making a pleasurable abandonment, Wen Min reached out to pull the white cloth. "You asked me to come out to see your paintings on such a cold day, and I can't see it in the study ..."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

The shocked expression stopped on his face.

She covered her face with one hand, a little dazed, aside.

As she guessed, it was indeed a painting, oil painting.

The content of the painting is the snow color under the sunset, white and warm, staggering cold and soft warm.

It is not difficult to recognize that the place in the painting is the manor.

To be more precise, this is where they are.

In the picture, the man in the long black coat kneels on one knee, while the one standing in front of him is hair-shouldered, but the woman in the light-colored coat is received in the neck by the red scarf.

It can be easily identified by looking at the clothes, the hairstyle, and even the vague looks. They are the people in the painting.

In his painting ... this is the moment ... the moment she opened the white cloth.

How could she not be shocked.

After ten seconds, she suddenly realized that the scene was proposing marriage.

Maybe hesitate for a few seconds to prepare, but her mind is suddenly unclear, or at this time people are always not as calm and rational as usual, she turned around straight away, and there was no mistake. He met the man's deep eyes with a smile.

He did kneel on one knee.

She is still shocked. How did this man make the content of this painting a proposal scene every second? Mo Shichen has spoken slowly. Generally speaking, if there is any intention, the lines at the time of the proposal should have been speculated. Hundreds of times, but he looked into her eyes, his eyes were deep and quiet, every word seemed to be spoken out at the scene.

"When I first regained my memory, what I thought about most was not the five years I was away," he said at a low volume and spoke slowly, "but when you first met me ... you like me, and I am right You have a good opinion, but we don't really know, think about it, if the blank years are counted as regrets and mistakes, they should be counted on me ... "

Wen Yan stood there, and looked at him stubbornly. He couldn't tell what it was like, maybe he felt it all.

She is no longer a young girl who has never been in love. She has been married and divorced, then widowed, re-divided, re-divided, and reconciled. She has experienced too much emotionally.

But at this moment her heart was still like palms with excessive exercise, numbness and fever.

"I have turned a deaf ear to my good feelings. I have liked Muse, but I have not enthusiastically devoted to fight for it. You are different from me. You must strive for everything you like. Life seems long but short, just like in you. Before, I could n’t count what I had to do, and I was willing to sacrifice everything else in exchange for something. If it was n’t you who came to me, I would marry anyone else like you— ”