Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

And the noodles were cold, completely packed together, and he hadn't even touched them in the last few hours.

Seasonal Warm suspected that after she sent it into the bowl, he didn't even look at it, don't say he touched it or ate it.

Even if you're hungry, aren't you going to eat what she made?

Is it really that hard to cross the 10 years between him?

Seasonal warmth did not speak, just looked at the man's back, suddenly walked past, put up the bowl's already cold face, turned away without a word, just walked out of the study still did not control his strength, the door of the study was heavily closed, and a loud "bang” was heard.

The man in the study, with his hand on the mouse, paused for a moment, then continued his work without a trace of silence.

Just a few minutes later, the man got up and walked out of the study, just because he heard something about eating.

When she opened the door, she saw Seasonal Warm put the bowl on the coffee table, where it had cooled off and glued off, and she sat on the couch with a pair of chopsticks on her head and ate it seriously.

“What are you doing? ”

This was probably the first time Mo Jingshen had spoken to her since she woke up two months asleep.

But still, there's no temperature.

Seasonal Warm was silently eating that cold bowl of noodles that were already quite bad, ignoring him, and continued to tuck them into his mouth with noodles that were no longer connected.

Mojing looked at her with a deep eye and walked over and removed the noodle directly from her eyes: “The noodle is cold, what else do you eat? Can't you live with your own stomach? ”

Seasonal warmth looked very faint and raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his mouth with some soup stains. He raised his eyes and looked at him: “If you don't eat, your stomach is fine. I just ate a few bites of already cold noodles, so what? How can I be so vulnerable? If you don't eat, I will make it with kindness. If you don't eat, I will eat it myself. ”

The man looked at her and looked at her like this almost with an unbelievable eye. He saw Seasonal Warm, a very firm expression, raised his eyebrows coldly, and directly poured the bowl of noodles, and did not let her eat again.

The noodles are gone, the seasonal warmth doesn't say much, put the chopsticks on the coffee table, just sit on the couch and watch the man throw an empty bowl on the table.

“Mo Jingshen, are you afraid I'll eat something cold and my stomach aches or my stomach aches? Are you worried about me?” She asked.

The man didn't look at her, the soup stain just splashed on his hand, he pulled out the paper towel on the coffee table and wiped his hand with no expression, and there was no expression on his face: “I don't want you to have stomach disease, get up in the morning for stomach pain, call a doctor, take my time. ”

“Is it hard to admit that you can't let go of me?” The season's warm eyes set on her.

The man's expressionless face showed a slight ironic smile, and he glanced at her coldly: "Homemade love is a disease, the season is warm, you are not ill. ”

“Probably. It's not too bad.” Seasonal warmth leaned backwards on the couch and looked in his direction: “Obviously you were so cold with me, but I thought you actually loved me. ”

The face of a man can no longer be described as faceless.

But deeper cold and resolute.

There was a strange silence in the air, and the man didn't speak, and the season was warm.

There was a wind blowing out the window, blowing in front of the window, a gust of wind, blowing away this different quiet.

“It's 1: 00 a.m.” He didn't look at her and whispered indifferently: “Turn off the lights and go back to bed. ”

If you listen carefully, you can still hear the coolness of the ice scum falling on the floor from what he sounds like caring about her.

This man is so...

Ji Wen had to wonder if he would be so happy to hear the news when she was framed and put in jail 10 years after the exodus, instead of suddenly appearing in jail the moment she threw up blood like she had ever dreamed...

Maybe dreaming is really just dreaming.

How could he have any extra thoughts about her life or death if his attitude seemed really disgusting to her and she hadn't appeared for 10 years?

Just an irrelevant person, right?

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

“When do you sleep?” Seasonal warmth rests still on the couch.

Mojing's deep eyes didn't lift the faint words: “I'll rest when I want to sleep, I don't need you to fuck this heart. ”

“But I want you to hold me to sleep.” Seasonwarm looked at his face and sincerely said: "Just like before. ”

Mojing frowned deeply and looked at her coldly: "Are you so proactive now? ”

Season Warm looked at his face in the dusk light with the lamp on the floor and said frankly and honestly: “You've always liked to hold me to sleep...”

The man laughed softly and indifferently, pulling his lips, but laughed less than he could see: "That was the depth of the ink in the first ten months, not me. ”

Seasonal warmth suddenly stood up and walked towards him. The night always gave people some amazing courage. She wanted to hug him, or let him hug herself. After he woke up, she didn't even want to touch her hand, let alone be hugged.

Maybe a hug, he moves, hugs, he comes back, he won't do it again.

However, she had not approached, and Mo Jingshen had not spoken, as if to see her purpose, turning away directly when her hand was about to meet him, and never returning to the study.

The only floor-to-ceiling lamp in the living room stretched her shadow and cast it on the ground for a long time.

Seasonal warmth looked back at the door of the newly closed study and stood there for a while, then felt the pain that grew in the stomach.

Mo Jingshen does know her. She can survive any catastrophe, big wind and wave, and she can recover if she has a small cold fever or even take a vacation to eat something cold.

That bowl of noodles was cold and sticky, and it really shouldn't be eaten.

She lifted her hand and covered her stomach. After standing for a while, some of them couldn't hold on. She turned around and sat down on the couch, curling up her body on the couch. Her hands were dying to cover her stomach, and the door to the study remained closed and nothing moved.

The living room is also quiet and feels a little lonely.

Seasonal warmth held up the pain in her stomach while lifting her eyes. Her eyes blurred by tears forced back into her eyes. She looked at the lamp on the floor and curled on the sofa.

It hurts, but she also asked for it. She didn't know if she was being a bit irrational about masochistic when she was eating those noodles.

He won't hurt.

As a result, he didn't plan to take care of her.

He personally spoiled her as such a petite little princess, and finally brutally pushed her back into a cold cage without asking.

The second half of the year after the miscarriage was not suitable for eating cold, the stomach and stomach could not be irritated, the season warmed a wave of painful stomach, buried face on the back of the couch, want to wait for this pain to pass quickly.