Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“You know that it wasn't entirely up to me, and you know that I've been affected by drugs before, and I'm not in a very good mental state, and you know that it was Seasonal Dream who did it behind my back, you know everything!” Seasonwarm was not inspired by his words at all. Instead, he stared seriously into his dark eyes and said firmly: “I have not done anything harmful or contrary to the principles except once divorced you and did something that is unbelievably irritating to you. I have no reason to be rejected like this for thousands of miles! I was and am your wife! Mojing Deep! I wouldn't approve of divorce! ”

She stood in front of the door all the time, had no intention of getting out of the way, Mojing looked at her deeply silently for a moment, did not waste any more time standing here with her, turned around and threw her suit coat back on the couch, the rain was still out the window, leached, instead, the silence that stood here.

“Life hasn't come back. Everything that's happened in the last ten months, you just have to think of it as a dream. Between us, it's good to go back to where we started.” He didn't want to argue with her, but he didn't want to talk to her too much nonsense.

“How could it be a dream? The man I love is right in front of me. It hurts when you get hurt. It hurts when I strangle myself. You're here. You're not a dream.” Season Warm watches his cold backdrop: “You are you, my husband! Someone I love! ”

“You'd better agree to a divorce. If you're afraid that the Seasons will go bankrupt and your studio won't be able to handle your unknown life, I can transfer half of the shares of Mercer to you in your name, even if…” He said softly: “The last gift I gave you from the last 10 months of Mercer. ”

He said these words against her back. Seasonal Warm could not see his expression and could only hear his tone of indifference and despair.

The ink depth of the first ten months.

Look how clean he left himself.

It's like he's not himself.

Too hard, really.

Seasonal warmth lifted her fingers and gently rubbed the corners of her eyes, unable to tell if she was angry or sad.

She cheered up and said, "I'm sure I won't divorce. It's time now, and I don't want to keep talking about it. I'm hungry. You haven't eaten since you got here, have you? Let's eat. ”

“Eat yourself, I'm not hungry. ”

“How can you not be hungry, you've always been too busy in the company to sleep and forget to eat, you can't just avoid a meal because I'm here? I just bought some ingredients and fruits from a small supermarket downstairs. It's raining outside anyway. Can't get out. Can we just make some at home? ”

The man untied the cuff of his shirt and still turned his back on her. He didn't even look at her: “Whatever. ”

Speaking of which, he went straight to the study.

He watched as he closed the study door and the season warmed his lips and stood in the living room looking at the door.

She bought all kinds of ingredients here, probably subconsciously still thought Ink would make it for her.

But now it looks like he can only do it in his dreams if he wants to cook for himself again.

How the hell did she think he was gonna roll his sleeve into the kitchen? It is presumed that life struck her not enough to confront the brutal reality that she still has fantasies.

But good thing he didn't leave, didn't really leave her here alone.

Know enough.

Seasonal warmth comforted herself, then went into the kitchen by herself, washed hands, washed vegetables, washed cuts and prepared to cook.

Without Ink King's own dinner, she would never starve to death. Although her craftsmanship was much worse than that of him, she could at least eat it. When she was in Cambodia, all the little brothers at XI base ate it.

Shortly afterwards, two bowls of noodles were cooked. After all, it was too early. It was a waste of time to make other dishes, or the fastest to cook noodles.

After cooking, she took one of the bowls of onion coriander eggs and other ingredients into the shape of a lovely love bowl and went to the study with it and tapped it twice before walking in.

Mo Jingshen was looking at the company parts, Seasonal Warm didn't bother him, walked over and put the bowl in his hand a few centimeters away, then turned to look at his calm and silent side face while he was busy working, whispering: “I cooked noodles, you eat some. ”

The man didn't respond, but she knew he heard.

She stopped talking and turned around and slowly closed the study door.

Without company, it's a big deal to eat alone.

Seasonal Warm quickly ate his own bowl of noodles, then took the initiative to pack the kitchen, pack the fridge, cut some fruit, then cut the other half of the fruit into another plate, intend to give it to him when the ink is deep, now it is not convenient to interrupt him again.

After taking a bath, Seasonal Warm went to find another book to read. The man never came out of the study, and she read quietly on the couch in the living room.

Such a quiet life once seemed, in Orlando International, in the Imperial Gardens, in T City, not long ago.

Lifetime, two, three meals, four seasons.

In fact, the simplest and most ordinary life is the greatest happiness.

Late in the day, the rain outside stopped, the spring rain was not much, but tonight the rain was kind of with the season warmth, it was always there when needed, and it was quiet when the night was quiet, and the noisy people who leached no longer had headaches.

It was already around twelve o'clock in the evening, the headlights in the living room were off, only a floor-to-ceiling lamp by the sofa, a lamp drifted from the top of her head to her, and Seasonal Warm turned the page of the book in her hand, then turned to the door of the study.

Dinner sent in after 8: 00. If she went in to get the bowl at this time, it would be reasonable, not to interrupt?

She put the book down, got up on the couch, walked outside the study door and followed the door and listened to the movement.

I don't know if Mo Jingshen is busy now and has already rested in the study or is still busy.

There's no bed in Orlando International's study, there's only one couch, and he's never gonna sleep in the study because she's here?

Orlando International isn't just one bedroom, he shouldn't have to do this to himself.

Ji warm gently pushed the door open, saw that the lights in the study were still there, men who had been watching company parts still looked at the data in front of the computer, and ignored the motion of the study door being pushed open by her again.

“Why aren't you asleep?” Seasonal warmth whispered.

Knowing that he would not take care of himself, Seasonal Warm did not wait for him to answer in a disgusting fashion. He glanced at the table at his hand and found that the bowl of noodles she had sent in a few hours earlier had not been eaten.

Even the ingredients on the shape of the heart she deliberately put on it did not change.