Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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And the noodles were cold, and they were totally together. He hadn't even touched them in these hours.

Ji Nuan suspected that after she brought in the bowl of noodles, he should have never even looked at it, let alone touched or ate it.

Even if she's hungry, don't plan to eat what she makes?

Is the distance between him and this decade really so difficult to cross?

Ji Nun didn't speak, just looking at the man's back, suddenly walked over, raised the cold side of the bowl, turned away without saying a word, but he didn't control his strength when he got out of the study. The door of the study was closed heavily, and there was a loud bang.

The man in the study, his hand on the mouse paused for a moment, and then continued the previous work silently and silently.

Just ten minutes later, the man got up and walked out of the study, only because he heard the movement of eating.

When I opened the door, I saw Ji Nuan cooling down the bowl and sticking it out on the coffee table. She was sitting on the sofa and eating with a pair of chopsticks.

"what are you doing?"

This is probably the first time that Mo Jingshen has spoken to her for the first time since she woke up in a two-month sleep.

But it still has no temperature.

Ji Nuan was silent, eating the bowl of cold and now very unpalatable noodles, ignoring him, and continued to sandwich the noodles that could not be connected into her mouth.

Mo Jingshen looked at her with deep eyes, walked over, and removed the bowl of noodles directly from her eyes: "Noodles are cold, what else do you eat? Can't you let your stomach pass?"

Ji Nuan's expression was very light. She raised her hand and wiped the corners of the mouth with some soup. She raised her eyes and looked at him: "If you don't eat, there is nothing wrong with your stomach. I just eat a few mouthfuls of cold noodles. How can it be? How can I be so fragile? I do what you do n’t eat, and I will eat it if you do n’t. ”

The man looked at her, and looked at her almost with unreasonable eyes, and saw Ji Nuan's very firm expression, coldly raising his eyebrows, and pouring the bowl of noodles directly without letting her eat.

The noodles were gone, and Ji Nuan didn't say much, put chopsticks on the coffee table, and just sat on the sofa watching the man throw the empty bowl on the table.

"Mo Jingshen, are you afraid that my stomach or stomach will hurt if I eat something cold? Are you hurting me?" She asked.

The man didn't look at her. The soup had splashed on his hand just now. He took out the paper towel on the coffee table and wiped his hands expressionlessly. At the same time, he said expressionlessly, "I don't want you to get sick from the stomach. I get up tomorrow morning because of stomachache. Call a doctor and delay my time. "

"It's hard to admit you can't let go of me at all, is it difficult?" Ji Nuan fixed her eyes on her.

There was a sneer smile on the man's expressionless face, and he gave her a cold glance: "Self-passionate is sick, warm season, you are not sick."

"Probably, it's not bad." Ji Nuan leaned back on the sofa, looking at his direction: "You are so indifferent and so ruthless to me, but I just think you really love me."

Man's face can no longer be described as expressionless.

But deeper cold and decisive.

There was a weird silence in the air. The man did not speak, and Ji Nuan did not speak again.

There was wind blowing outside the window, blowing in front of the window, and a sound of wind came, blowing away this other quietness.

"It's one o'clock in the morning." He whispered indifferently without looking at her, "turn off the lights and go back to the bedroom to sleep."

If you listen carefully, you can hear the coolness of many ice dregs falling to the ground from what he sounds like caring about her.

This man is really ...

Ji Nuan had to wonder if she was framed and put in prison ten years after her exuberant departure, would he feel happy when he heard the news, not like she had done Like Meng, the moment she died of vomiting blood, he suddenly appeared in prison ...

Maybe dreaming is really just dreaming.

His attitude seemed to be really tired of her, and he had never appeared in ten years, how could he have any extra thoughts on her life and death?

Just an unrelated person.

As it is now, she seems to be someone who has nothing to do with him.

"When do you sleep?" Ji Nuan leaned on the sofa without moving.

Mo Jingshen said without raising his eyes, "I will rest when I want to sleep, and you don't need to worry about this."

"But I want you to hug me to sleep." Ji Nuan looked at his face and said sincerely, "as before."

Mo Jingshen frowned, and looked at her coldly in an instant: "Are you even so proactive in taking insults now?"

Ji Nu looked at his face under the dim light by the light of the floor lamp, and said frankly and sincerely, "You always like to hug me to sleep ..."

The man smiled coldly and raised his lips indifferently, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "That was the depth of field of the first ten months, not me."

Ji Nuan suddenly got up and walked towards him. The dark night always made people have an inexplicable courage. She wanted to hug him, or let him hug herself. After he woke up, he was unwilling to even touch her hand. Not to mention being hugged.

Maybe hug it, he will move, hug it, he will come back, he will not do it again.

However, before she approached, Mo Jingshen had not spoken, as if she could see her purpose, and turned away when her hand was about to touch him, and entered the study without looking back.

The only floor lamp in the living room stretched her shadow, a long one cast on the ground.

Ji Nuan looked at the closed study door and stood there for a while, then felt the pain that was gradually growing in his stomach.

Mo Jingshen really knew her. She was able to survive any calamity, storm, and turbulence, and survived. She had a few colds, a fever, and even a cold meal to take her for a while. crime.

The bowl of noodles was cold and sticky just now.

She raised her hand to cover her stomach. After standing for a while, she couldn't support it. She turned back to the sofa and sat down, curled up on the sofa, her hand was covering her stomach that was getting more and more painful. Closed without any movement.

The living room is also quiet and makes people feel a bit lonely.

Ji Nuan raised her eyes while enduring the pain in her stomach. The tears forced back into her eyes blurred her vision a bit, looking at the light of the floor lamp, curled up on the sofa uncomfortably.

It hurts, but it was self-inflicted. When she was eating those noodles just now, she didn't know if she had some irrational masochism.

Will he be distressed.

As a result, he did not intend to control her.

He spoiled her into such a tender little princess with his own hands, but finally pushed her back to the cold cage cruelly, leaving him alone.

In the first half of the year after the abortion, it is not suitable for eating cold. Both the stomach and the stomach can not be stimulated. Ji Nuan covered the waves of painful stomach and buried his face on the back of the sofa. past.