Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mo Jing recovered quickly, and probably slept like this for two months. It did leave a lot of healing space for the recovery of wounds all over the body. Unlike before, the wounds were torn apart as if they were immobile.

He is now no different than he was once, apart from being a little thinner than he was before in Haicheng.

Still as expensive as she remembers, she is still the man she knows.

The only difference is that he doesn't smile at her anymore, his eyes don't stay on her anymore, even if they're on the same plane, even if they're just sitting in the same row, he's right next to her, but it feels like they're a long way from each other.

Season warm sat for a while and suddenly put his hand on his leg. The man with his eyes closed opened and stared at her with a heavy eye: “What are you doing? ”

Seasonwarm looked at his hands on his thighs and looked at his apparent unhappiness before saying, "Excuse me, I want to go to the bathroom. ”

Even though the seating space in the first class is large, he is a man with long legs and sits on the outside of the aisle. If he doesn't let go, she won't be able to get out.

Ink looked at her deeply and avoided her legs.

Seasonal warmth was somewhat lukewarm and retracted his hand. When he got up, the plane was presumably passing through an area with an airflow. Suddenly, there was a turbulence, perhaps unintentionally, and perhaps intentionally. Seasonal warmth fell into his arms after a short stroke. Although it fell less harshly, both hands were pressed against his two legs at once. At the same time, the entire body leaned almost in his arms, and there was only one finger near the distance between his face and face.

At such a distance, the man looked at her with no expression. Season warmed his heart and jumped, but his mouth calmly said: "Sorry, I didn't stand steady. ”

Ink depth: “…”

Before getting up, Season warm's hand deliberately pressed hard on his leg, pressed one of the “gold thighs” that she had just not been allowed to touch before getting up, and turned around to the private bathroom, not far from the first class.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, Seasonal Warm pulled a little smile towards the mirror, felt the smile was not very nice, raised his hand and pulled his mouth upwards, until a satisfactory angle, let go of his hand.

We're going back to Haicheng, back to their original world, to their original lives.

Of course she won't.

But being so passively alienated by him does not seem to be able to maintain the status quo. In this marriage, there is no self-esteem, no face and strength, not to mention what Mo Jingshen did for her when she knew and did not know, even a short time ago, she risked her life for her. If she now compromises and leaves so easily, she is truly sorry for him, and even more sorry for herself.

Anyway, it's a husband and wife, reasonable and legal relationship, big deal is let her chase him away, he backs off, he goes in, he gets cold, she gets hot, he ducks, she takes the initiative, he doesn't have a face, she smiles right.

As Mrs. Mo, can't she just and legitimately climb into his bed?

As long as she wanted to take the initiative, he couldn't remove her from the spouse's bar even if he was stronger, unless she agreed to divorce.

Seasonal warmth smiled at the mirror for a while, feeling that the laughter was naturally beautiful before walking out.

Upon returning to his seat, Mo Jing rose up for a moment. Seasonal warmth walked right in front of him. He raised his eyes and looked at his cold face. Suddenly, while there was no crew walking by, he stood up and said in his ear: “Honey, after a few days of thoughtful thinking, I finally decided. ”

Hearing this husband, the man glanced at her without moving his voice and looked at her like he was seeing a psychopath.

After season warm built his heart, the more brave he was ready, the more he smiled in the face of his eyes, curled his eyebrows and his quiet black eyes, whispering: “I decided... even if you put a knife around my neck, I wouldn't approve of divorce. ”

The man had no expression just now, because her sentence had restored a constant indifference. Without waiting for him to speak, Seawarm snuck straight back into her seat. After fastening his seat belt, he picked up a magazine in front of him and looked forward to flying back to Haicheng.

Mo Jing never said anything, nor did he intend to discuss much with her on the plane about divorce without divorce.

It's just that after reading the magazine for a while, he either reached out and patted him, asked the crew for a glass of water, or a blanket, or a headset. Almost every half hour, he would find a way to talk to him. Even though all he got was the same indifferent response from a man who was blind, Season Warm was still happy to pat his hand after half an hour.

Mo Jingdeep's expression got a few more points cold, sweeping her.

Ji Wen put the magazine in front of him in earnest, pointing to the last page of the magazine in French, and asked: "I haven't learned French, I don't know these. Don't you know many languages? What does this say? ”

The man looked at her lousy acting and purely speechless attitude and had no intention of ignoring it.

Ji Wen pointed to the French passage and asked: “Just translate it into Chinese. I don't think it's very long. It's just two or three sentences at most. ”

Mo Jingdeep looked at the phrase she was referring to, and her eyes were deep, but she never translated it.

The plane will land in Haicheng in about three hours. Ji Wen has been watching that phrase. There is a French student sitting on the other side of the aisle. He has a Chinese and French dictionary in his hand. Ji Wen borrowed the dictionary and looked at it word by word.

Finally, she took a pen and wrote down the translations on her boarding pass.

Quoiqu 'ilsepasse, siunepersonnet 'aimeréellement, ellereviendratoujoursavecletemps.

Whatever happens, if a person really loves you, over time, he or she will come back.

Season Warm returns the dictionary to the French student and puts the words he just wrote in front of Ink.

She looked at him with a burning eye: "Am I translating right? ”

Mojing glanced at the whole line of Juanxiu beautiful words she wrote on the boarding pass for a long time, but her eyes were just faint. Finally, when the season warmed up in front of him and asked him, he looked at him, his eyes as if they were enough to scratch her, and his tone was indifferent: “French has many interpretations, and people who make love to themselves usually translate a very simple phrase very romantically, and in general, he also made a self-inflicted disaster. ”

The smile on Seasonal Warm's mouth did not diminish, but rather deepened: “Homemade love is much better than no one's. ”