Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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Mo Jingshen recovered quickly. Perhaps he slept like this for two months, which really left a lot of healing space for the healing of wounds around the body, unlike the previous tearing of the wound.

Now he is a little thinner than before when he was in Haicheng, and he is no different from what he used to be.

Still as cold and expensive as her memory, still the man she was familiar with.

The only difference is that he no longer smiles at her, and his eyes will no longer stay on her. Even if he is sitting on the same plane, even if the two people are sitting in the same row, he is beside her, but he feels each other. They seem to be far apart.

Ji Nuan sat down for a while, and suddenly put his hand on his lap. The man who had closed his eyes opened his eyes and stared at her with deep eyes: "What are you doing?"

Ji Nuan looked at his hand on his thigh, then looked at his apparently displeased glance, pouted his mouth and said, "You let me go, I want to go to the bathroom."

Even if the first-class seat has a lot of room, but he is a tall man with long legs and sits outside the aisle. If he doesn't let it go, she won't be able to go out at all.

Mo Jingshen glanced at her again, avoiding his legs.

Ji Nuan suddenly retracted his hand. When he got up, the plane was estimated to be passing by an area with airflow. There was a sudden bump, maybe unintentionally or intentionally. Ji Nuan fell and fell into his arms, although it fell. Not so hard, but he still pressed his two hands on his two legs at the same time, while the whole body leaned forward almost in his arms, and the distance between his face was only one finger.

At such a distance, the man looked at her blankly, Ji Nuan jumped up and down, but calmly said, "Sorry, I didn't stand firm."

Mo Depth: "..."

Before getting up, Ji Nuan's hand was deliberately pressed on his leg again, and he pressed his "gold thigh", which was just not allowed to touch her, to get up, and turned away from the first class. Far dedicated toilet.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Ji Nuan opened a smile in front of the mirror and felt that she didn't smile very well. She raised her hand and pulled the corner of her mouth upwards, and then put down her hand until a satisfactory angle.

We will return to Haicheng soon, and return to their original world and original life.

divorce? She certainly won't leave.

But he has been so passively alienated by him, and it seems that he can not maintain the status quo. In this marriage, there is nothing about self-esteem, no respect and strength, let alone Mo Jingshen paid for her when she knew and did not know Everything about her was even killed for her not long ago. If she compromised and left so easily, she would really be sorry for him, and even herself.

Anyway, husband and wife, reasonable and legal relationship, let her chase after him, he retreated, he went in, he was cold, she was hot, he avoided, she took the initiative, he was expressionless, and she smiled.

As Mrs. Mo, can't she just climb onto his bed reasonably and legally?

As long as she wants to take the initiative, he will not be able to remove her from the spouse column, even if she is powerful, unless she promises a divorce.

Ji Nuan smiled at the mirror again for a while, and felt that the smile was natural and beautiful before walking out.

When Mo Jingshen got up, Mo Nu got up, Ji Nuan walked right in front of him, raised his eyes and stared at his cold face, and suddenly he stomped his feet when there was no flight attendant passing by, and he said something in his ear. : "Husband, after a few days of thought, I finally decided."

Hearing this husband, the man glanced at her calmly, his eyes looked a little like looking at a neurosis.

After Ji Nuan built his own heart, he was ready to become more frustrated and brave, facing his eyes, and still smiling, bending his eyes and smiling at his quiet black eyes, whispering: "I decided ... even if you put a knife holder around my neck, I wouldn't agree to a divorce."

The man had no expression just now, because her sentence was more indifferent. After waiting for him to talk, Ji Nuan slipped back to her seat, fastened his seat belt, and picked up a previous magazine. Looking around, my heart was looking forward to flying back to Haicheng.

Mo Jingshen never said anything, and she did not intend to discuss too much about divorce or divorce with her on the plane.

Just after watching Ji Nuan for a while, he either reached out and patted him, asked him to ask for a glass of water with the flight attendant, or a blanket, or headphones, and tried to talk to him almost every half an hour, although All the men received the same indifferent response, Ji Nuan still gladly patted his hand after a half-hour interval.

Mo Jingshen's expression was a bit colder, and she glanced at her.

Ji Nuan put the magazine in front of him seriously, pointing to the French paragraph on the last page of the magazine and asking, "I haven't learned French. Don't you know these languages? Don't you know the language of many countries? What is this paragraph? "

The man looked at her clumsy acting skills and a purely indifferent attitude, and did not intend to ignore them at all.

Ji Nuan pointed to that French question again: "You can help me translate it into Chinese. I don't think it's very long, at most two or three sentences."

Mo Jingshen took another look at the words she was referring to, her eyes dark, but she never helped her translate.

The plane will land in Haicheng in about three hours. Ji Nuan has been reading that passage. There is a French student sitting on the other side of the aisle. He has a Chinese-French dictionary in his hand. Look at it word by word.

Finally, she wrote a translation on her boarding pass with a pen.

Quoiqu \ 'ilsepasse, siunepersonnet \' aimeréellement, ellereviendratoujoursavecletemps.

No matter what happens, if a person really loves you, over time, he / she will eventually come back.

Ji Nuan returned the dictionary to the French student, and then put the words he had just written down in front of Mo Jingshen.

She stared at him with burning eyes: "Am I translating right?"

Mo Jingshen glanced at the whole line of Juan Xiu's beautiful words she wrote on the boarding pass. She didn't speak for a long time, but her eyes were cold. Finally, when Ji Nuan approached him, he asked him, looking at him It ’s enough to scratch her with a knife, and the tone is indifferent: "There are many interpretations in French. Self-passionate people usually translate a very simple sentence into a very romantic, and in general, they are also responsible for self-passion. . "

The smile on Ji Nuan's mouth didn't lighten, but it deepened a bit: "It's better to be affectionate than to be impersonal."