Love after Marriage

KISS

Shang Mo tried his best to suppress his emotions, but Wen Qian was still frightened.

　　Her face was pale, her eyelashes were trembling, and she spoke incoherently, "No, I don't. Yes, you are a little old, but it's not impossible..."

　　God knows what she said.

　　Shang Mo's bad mood calmed down as she spoke incoherently. Looking into her misty eyes, his heart seemed to be scratched by something.

　　Itchy.

　　Forget it, why be angry with her.

　　The elevator door opened, he stood up, held Wen Xi's hand, and walked out with her.

　　Wen Qian followed him silently, stealing glances at him from time to time, unsure of what he was going to do next.

　　"Where are you going?" She slowed down her pace and walked very slowly.

　　There's no way, the heels of her shoes are too high and they rub her feet if she walks too fast.

　　Shang Mo noticed something strange about her when she slowed down her pace. Something seemed to flash in his eyes. He didn't say anything, but pushed her into the car.

　　Taking the bus again?

　　The trauma of the last trip still haunted Wen Qian, so she didn't dare sit anywhere else this time. She pretended to push the door and get out, "I drove here, you can go by yourself."

　　The car door opened a crack, and the next second, Shang Mo grabbed the door and came back.

　　Bang--

　　When the car door closed, Wen Qian's heart trembled.

I secretly complained in my heart that he was so fierce.

　　Wen Qian was brought up in a caring environment. None of the elders in the family had ever been mean to her. She was just a delicate and dainty princess who could be coaxed but not scolded.

　　With his eyelids drooped and his fingers tangled together, he looked pitiful.

　　Shang Mo sighed softly when he saw this, leaned forward to fasten her seat belt, and said softly: "It's inconvenient for you to drive alone, I'll take you home."

　　"You're not mine, why should I need you to send me off?" Wen Qian muttered and then met Shang Mo's gaze. Her black eyes narrowed slightly under the lenses, as if to say, don't let me hear this sentence again.

　　Wen Qian pursed her lips and swallowed, "I can walk by myself."

　　Shang Mo patiently coaxed him, "It's not safe."

　　"It's even less safe to be with you." After he finished speaking, the car fell silent.

　　Their eyes met, and Wen Qian saw an indescribable expression in his eyes.

　　Wen Qian: "..."

　　She was telling the truth. It was actually more unsafe to be with him.

　　You see, he does the wall-dong and wall-dong moves, which can easily lead to misunderstanding.

　　"Wen Xi, let's talk." Shang Mo habitually stroked the dial of his watch, his slender fingers slightly bent, and his voice was as gentle as possible, "It's about the child."

　　"Didn't we discuss it?" Wen Qian and Shang Mo might have had some miscommunication. She remembered that they had already discussed it yesterday.

　　"Agreed? What do you mean?"