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The cold breezy night rain and the chill of late autumn were blocked by this door.

Her back was pressed against the door panel by the movement of the man. The eyes were bright and pale, and the man's deep and stern handsome face faced each other so silently, even the servants who were still there. , And all acquainted with each other.

She raised her face, her face calmed down, "I'm not a teenage girl. I'm not afraid of thunder and lightning. As for the rain ... the rain is a little bit heavy, but it doesn't matter. I go home and take a bath. After cooking the **** soup and drinking, I can sleep directly. I am in good health and have no problems. "

Then, she reached for her finger again.

But this time, Mo Shichen didn't let her succeed. He clasped her hands expressionlessly and turned back.

Wen Ye was almost dragged by him, earning and working hard. He couldn't compete with the man. He could only be dragged away. "Mo Shichen, what are you doing?"

Mo Shichen didn't even care about her at all, and didn't even return her head. When she passed by the living room, she turned her head to the servant who watched their couple quarrel and did not dare to speak in the corner. Tea, here you go. "

The maid quickly said yes.

The man's movements did not have any scruples of pity, but he was a bit rude. There was a strong sense that he would drag her up regardless of her obedience or struggle.

Wen Min's wrists were red with his fingers.

He pulled her to the bedroom door—

This was their former wedding room, the master bedroom. Of course Wen Ye recognized that she was struggling again in vain.

After Jiangcheng that night, she had instinctively jealousy and rejection of living in the same room with this man, especially the bedroom. Not to mention that this manor is in her name, but this place is all his people.

There was a "bang" again, and the door was knocked open by the man's long legs.

He obviously still had one hand free to open the doorknob, and he had to shake such a foot to shake this layer.

Wen Yan was thrown into the room by his backhand.

Mo Shichen stood at the door, turned on the light calmly, and then closed the door smoothly.

The light suddenly turned on, and the familiar scene, already buried in the memory, suddenly came to her eyes, and she was at a loss for a moment, and took a subconscious glance at her—

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

Her eyes paused for a few seconds, and she quickly closed her eyes.

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

Mo Shichen looked at her silently.

Compared to her exquisite and exquisite style, she now looks even a little bit embarrassed, her short hair is half wet, she has messed up, and her clothes are the same. The strapless sweater that was pulled up by her because she was pulled by a man His shoulders were half exposed again, and there was even rain on his face.

But this indescribable downfall made her look like she had stripped off her elegant and arrogant mask and became real.

His throat moved and he was flat again when he spoke again. "Hair and clothes are wet. Go to a hot bath and change clothes to dry."

Wen Lao was too lazy to quarrel with him. He just spilled the letter from the wooden box out of the window. It seemed to exhaust all her strength tonight, and everyone was tired. She raised her hand and supported her forehead. "Mo Shichen , I just want to go home and sleep. "

Why did this man have to live with her?

Mo Shichen said faintly, "It's boring to argue about these things, Wen Ye."

"It's boring what you do with so much energy?"

"I said, it's rainy and thunderous, it's dangerous."

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

The man interrupted her calmly, "I'm afraid, will I succeed?"

Wen Yan looked at him silently, without moving.

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

"Changed your clothes, wouldn't you want me to sleep with you here ... by the way, I'll make people with you so that Mo Shiqian put Li Qianrui right?"

Mo Shichen smiled, "If you want to make people, you can take a shower or change your clothes."

Quiet for a while.

Wen Yan saw that the man didn't mean to compromise. She pursed her lips. "I don't have any clothes to change."

"You go in, I'll get you clothes."

She looked at him lightly for a few seconds, and walked in with no expression.

It wasn't until the door was closed that there was a sound of water from the shower, and Mo Shichen turned to open the bedroom door, went to the cloakroom next door and took a woman's clothes in—

These are estimated to be clothes she hadn't taken away five years ago. When the maid was packing and preparing, she was afraid she would return without clothes, so they were washed and dried again. Although the style was a bit outdated, it was at least dry.

When Wen Ling came out and wrapped in a bathrobe, he saw neat clothes at the end of the bed, and there was no man in the bedroom.

She frowned, walked over and took the clothes back to the bathroom, changed them, wiped her wet short hair with a dry towel, and walked towards the door without thinking about blowing.

She wasn't planning to spend the night here, she still had to go back.

But when she reached out to pull the door, she found that the door was locked.

............

The pouring rain outside didn't stop, but there was a posture all night long.

Rao is a **** umbrella covering the top of the man's head, and still cannot avoid the wind blowing rain on him, and wet most of his body.

In addition to Mo Shichen, who was holding a large black umbrella, he was also followed by two tall men who looked like bodyguards. They were also holding umbrellas, one with a flashlight and the other with a wooden box.

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

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

The pen's handwriting had been so stained with rain that it was hard to see.

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

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

Mo Shichen threw the envelope in,

The bodyguard glanced at him and silently propped the umbrella over the wooden box. Although it was actually wet, his clothes were wet anyway.

Hundreds or even thousands of letters can be found everywhere. Fortunately, this area has only grass, no shrubs and no other vegetation, and it can be seen at a glance.

Mo Shichen didn't speak, but the two bodyguards were very acquainted, one holding the wooden box in one hand and holding the umbrella in the other, the other holding the flashlight and umbrella in one hand and occasionally bending over to help the man pick it up.

"Master," said the voice in the boiling rain, and the man holding the wooden box couldn't help but said, "It's too rainy. All of these letters are already wet. Even if it's dry, it won't be clear."