Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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But before she found the topic, Mo Jingshen, who had been sitting silently with her eyes closed, had already opened her mouth.

"Divorce, go back to Haicheng, I don't need to mention it here." He didn't open his eyes, but his indifferent voice was speaking to Ji Nuan.

Ji Nuan's face paled: "Why must we divorce?"

The man opened his eyes at this time, but his eyes were indifferent without any temperature, cold and dark.

"Are we gone?"

"But we are not divorced now. Those past events have passed to me. I only recognize the present." Ji Nuan looked at him firmly and said, "I will not divorce."

The man looked at her coldly, so alienated and indifferent eyes looked like cold thorns.

Ji Nuan's hand clenched slowly, and suddenly asked: "Did you ... ever marry another woman?"

She didn't dare to ask whether it was An Shuyan, Ji Mengran, or any other ... It was just such a tentative question that she had torn apart her heart, which was almost incomplete.

The man's black eyes looked at her, and then he shot a few sneers: "What do you think?"

The short four words made Ji Nuan's heart cold.

Was it admitting or was she just sarcastic?

She couldn't understand these four words.

As deep as the depth of field of ink, she couldn't understand it at all.

Originally, this man was not a simple person. Now he is even more unfathomable and hard to understand.

After a moment of silence, she slowly clenched her hands on her legs and insisted, "I won't divorce, Mo Depth, whether in the United States or back to Haicheng, I will not leave."

The man looked at her coldly and did not speak any more. At this time, the car door had been opened. When Ji Nuan looked at him again, he saw that he had closed his eyes and rested, apparently he did not intend to talk to her on such a useless topic and Words are a waste of time.

Wouldn't you like to tell her a little extra nonsense?

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Los Angeles, Mohist.

It was noon when the Mo family arrived, and the servant was ready for lunch.

The others didn't come along, and only their family when they got out of the car and entered the Mo family.

Ms. Wan Zhu was in a good mood all the way, and went into the door with her maid carrying shopping bags.

"What you eat at the hospital these days is either a hospital meal or a takeaway from a nearby hotel. It has been a long time since I ate a meal at home. Hurry up and eat." Wan Zhu said as he handed the shopping bag into the kitchen. The person inside explained that the ingredients were cleaned, and she found time to do it in the afternoon.

After Wan Zhu turned around and saw Ji Nuan standing at the dining table, he seemed to be waiting for their elders to sit down first, then smiled, and walked to sit down and motioned to Ji Nuan to sit beside Mo Jingshen.

Ji Nuan glanced at Mo Jingshen before sitting down. When he saw the man sitting silently, his eyes did not fall on her side. Since he said that he did not mention divorce at the Mo family, he should have no plans to talk to her now. Keeping the distance too obvious, she hesitated for a moment and sat down beside him.

But such a close dining chair, so that the body is separated by only about half a meter, but it seems to be separated by ten years. She is beside her who is hard to reach in two lives.

The maid brought the prepared lunch to a large table.

Ji Nuan made a bowl of the medicament for qi and blood for her and Mo Jingshen, and put it in front of Mo Jingshen. The man only glanced at him and didn't pick it up.

"Depth of depth, to help Ji Nuan hold some chicken soup, she needs to make up for it, and even if she returns to Haicheng, she will also be asked to boil chicken soup every few days, preferably black chicken soup, for women It's very complementary! "Wan Zhu said as she gave Mo Jingshen a wink.

Really, this kid hurt his wife a lot before, how did he feel sluggish in terms of feelings after sleeping for two months? Not only was he not so passionate and spoiled for Ji Nuan, but even the chicken soup so close to him Do not give Ji Nuansheng a bowl.

Mo Jingshen didn't seem to hear it. Ji Nuan smiled and opened his mouth to resolve his embarrassment: "Did not drink, I have been drinking a lot in the last few days, and my mouth is almost being raised by you. Isn't there still at night? Drink what you make at night. "

"This child has such a sweet mouth. I want to drink what I make, right? That mom will do more for you at night!"

Ji Nuan nodded, and put a piece of fish tofu close to him in the hand, and put it in the bowl of ink depth.

Mo Jingshen's chopsticks had not been lifted yet. When the two men's chopsticks collided, Ji Nuan saw that the fish tofu had just dropped into his bowl, and he was about to take back the chopsticks.

As a result, the man suddenly put down the chopsticks without any trace, and said quietly, "Bring over two chopsticks."

Ji Nuan: "..."

A minute later, she watched the man pick out the fish and tofu she just sandwiched with the new pair of chopsticks and did not eat.

Wan Zhu and Mo Shao then apparently noticed that there seemed to be something unusual between the two of them, but only when the young couple might be awkward. The couple was awkward, and the bed was noisy at the end of the bed. They didn't bother about and participate in things. They simply didn't ask a whole question during the whole process. They just laughed and let them eat more and supplement their bodies.

After that, Ji Nuan was also very acquainted and did not continue to add food to Mo Jingshen. After eating some silently, he put down the bowl and could not eat.

"Why eat so little?" Wan Zhu asked.

"It's already a lot." Ji Nuan did not have an appetite, and his appetite affected by his mood was even worse.

"Looking at the days when you were thin and the depth of field had not been awake, although I persuaded you to return to the Mo family to rest, but I ate very little every day. I was distressed to see if you could not eat well or sleep well. Now that the depth of field is okay, why are you still eating so little? "Wan Zhu said as he nipped Ji Nuan and added some dishes." Good boy, eat more. It wo n’t work like this. "

Ji Nuan had no choice but to eat a little bit more, but after a few bites, he put down his chopsticks.

Mo Jingshen got up to answer the phone at this time. Ji Nuan was sitting at the dining table and was about to get up. Wan Zhu suddenly asked in a voice that only she could hear: "Are you fighting with Jingshen?"

Ji Nun paused and shook his head: "No."

It would be nice if it was just a fight, but now Mo Jingshen is afraid he won't even bother to quarrel with her.

Wan Zhu obviously also saw that Mo Jingshen was so good to Ji Nuan that a while ago, and now suddenly this kind of cold treatment, although I feel that such high and cold ink depth of field in front of his wife is somewhat fresh, but still comfort Ji Nun: "Do n’t go too far Go in your heart, there will inevitably be friction between the husband and wife, be patient, if you go back to Haicheng after the depth of field bullies you, you will call me and I will fly over and decide for you. "

After a while, Ji Nuan's tears are coming out. Her tear glands have never been so developed recently for a long time, but often she feels that her eyes are sore and her heart hurts, but she ca n’t cry. Wan Zhu smiled.