The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 367 only recognizes the present

However, before she found the topic, Mo Jingshen, who had been sitting there silently with her eyes closed, had already opened her mouth.

"The divorce, go back to Haicheng and say, don't mention it here." He didn't open his eyes, but the indifferent voice was said to the warmth of the season.

The warmth of the season is white: "Why must we divorce?"

The man opened his eyes at this time, but it was indifferent to the temperature, cold and dark.

"Are we not gone?"

"But we are not leaving now, those predecessors have passed for me, I only recognize it now." Jiwen looked at him and firmly said: "I will not divorce."

The man looked at her coldly and faintly, so that the indifferent eyes of such alienation were like a cold thorn.

The warm hand of the season slowly gripped, and suddenly asked: "You...have you really married other women?"

She didn't dare to ask whether it was Anshuyan or Jimengran or which of the other ones... It was just such a tentative problem that she had already torn her heart and almost pieced together.

The man’s black scorpion looked at her and gradually shot a few sneers: “What do you think?”

The short four words make the warm heart of the season cool.

Is this a recognition or is it just a simple irony?

She couldn't understand the four words.

Like the ink depth of the present, she can't understand it at all.

Originally, this man was not a simple person. Now he is unfathomable and hard to ponder.

After she was silent for a while, the hand on her leg slowly gripped and insisted: "I will not divorce, and the ink is deep, whether I am in the United States or back to Haicheng, I will not leave."

The man looked at her coldly and didn't talk anymore. At this time, the door was opened. When the season warmed again, he saw that he had closed his eyes and rested again. Obviously he did not intend to talk to her in such useless topics. It’s a waste of time on the tongue.

Don't even talk to her about a redundant nonsense?

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Los Angeles, Mohist.

It was already noon when I arrived at the Moh, and the maid was ready for lunch.

Others did not come over. When they got off the car, they only had their family.

Ms. Wan Zhu’s mood is very good. She and the servant took the shopping bag and entered the door.

"What you eat in the hospital these days is not the food in the hospital or the takeaway from the nearby hotel. I haven’t had a good meal at home for a long time. I have to eat quickly." Wan Zhu said that he had handed the shopping bag into the kitchen. The person inside the account will wash the ingredients bought, and she will find time to go in and do it in the afternoon.

Afterwards, Wanzhu looked back at the table and stood at the table. It seemed that he was waiting for their elders to sit down first, then they laughed. When they walked down, they gestured to the side of the season to go to the side of the ink.

Before the warmth of the season, I looked at the ink depth of the field before seeing the man. I saw that the man was just sitting there silently. His eyes did not fall on her side. Since he said that he did not mention the divorce in the Mohist family, now he is not planning to talk to her. Keeping it too obvious, she hesitated for a moment and sat down beside him.

This kind of dining chair can be similar in distance, so that the distance between the body is only about half a meter, but it seems to be separated by ten years. Her side is the one that she can't reach even if she is exhausted.

The servant will bring up the prepared lunch, full of big tables.

The warm season will be a servant who specially made a bowl of qi and blood for her and Mo Jingshen, and put it in front of Mo Jingshen. The man only took a look and did not pick it up.

"Deep-depth, help the season warm and some chicken soup, her body needs to make up a supplement, even if it is back to Haicheng, let Chen Hao give her a chicken soup every few days, preferably black chicken soup, for women Very make up!" Wan Zhu said while giving a deep look to the ink Jing Shen.

Really, this kid had a painful wife before, how to sleep for two months, it seems to be dull in the aspect of feelings, not only the warmth of the season is not so passionate, even the chicken soup so close to him Do not give the season a bowl of warmth.

Mo Jingshen seems to have not heard it. The warmth of the season is directly smiling and explaining his own embarrassment: "No drinking, I have drunk a lot in recent days, and my mouth is almost being raised by you. Is there still there at night?" Drink what you do at night."

"This child, the mouth is really sweet, want to drink what I am doing? That mom will give you more at night!"

The season warmed nodded, and the fish tofu, which was close to the hand, was clipped together and placed in the bowl of Mo Jingshen.

The chopsticks of Mo Jingshen have not been lifted up. When the chopsticks of the two people collided, the seasony warm fish tofu just fell directly into his bowl, and he was about to take back the chopsticks.

As a result, the man suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand without a trace, and said: "Get another pair of chopsticks."

Seasonal warmth: "..."

A minute later, she watched the man pick the fish tofu she had just clipped with the new chopsticks and didn't eat it.

Wanzhu and Mosuo only noticed that there was something unusual between them. But it was only a small couple who might be awkward. This kind of couple was awkward and the bed was noisy. They didn't bother and don't participate in the matter. They didn't ask a whole sentence, just laughing and letting them eat more and make up more.

After the season warming, I didn’t know how to continue to give me a deep view of the food. After I ate some of it silently, I put down the bowl and couldn’t eat it.

"How to eat so little?" asked Wanzhu.

"It's already a lot." The warm season did not have an appetite, and the appetite affected by the mood was even worse.

"Look at your recent thin, those days where the depth of field hasn't been awakened. Although I have persuaded you to come back to the Moh family to rest, but I also eat very little every day. I will feel bad when I can't sleep well. Now that the depth of field is fine, how do you still eat so little?” Wan Zhu said that while adding warmth to the season, he added some dishes: “Good boy, eat more, so it’s not good to lose weight.”

The season warmed up and ate a little, but it was really impossible to eat, and after eating a few mouthfuls, put down the chopsticks.

At this time, Mo Jingshen got up and answered the phone. The warmth sitting at the table was about to get up. Wanzhu suddenly used the voice she could only hear: "Are you quarreling with the depth of field?"

The season warmed up and shook his head: "No."

If it’s just quarreling, it’s better, but now I’m so worried that I’m too lazy to argue with her.

Wanzhu is obviously also seen a while ago, when the ink is deep and the paint is so good, it is suddenly so cold, although I feel that the cold ink in front of the wife is a bit fresh, but it is still comforting the season: "Don't go too far Going in my heart, there is inevitably friction between husband and wife, patience, if you are bullied by the depth of field after returning to Haicheng, you will call me, I will fly to you."

After a while, the warm tears of the season are coming out. Her tears have never been so developed recently. It’s just that many times I feel that my eyes are sour, my heart hurts, but I can’t cry out. Wanzhu smiled.

(End of this chapter)