And the noodles were already cold, completely lumped together, and he really hadn't even touched them in the past few hours.

Ji Nuan suspected that after she brought in this bowl of noodles, he probably didn't even look at it, let alone touch or eat it.

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

Is the ten-year distance between him really so difficult to cross?

Ji Nuan didn't speak, just looked at the man's back, walked over suddenly, picked up the bowl of noodles that was already cold, turned around and left without saying a word, but when he walked out of the study, he still didn't control his strength, the door of the study was closed heavily, and there was a loud "bang".

The man in the study, the hand on the mouse pauses for a moment, and then, without a trace, continues the previous work silently.

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

When I opened the door, I saw Ji Nuan putting the bowl of noodles that had been cold and sticky on the coffee table, she sat on the sofa, holding a pair of chopsticks and bowing her head to eat seriously.

"What are you doing?"

This is probably the first time that Mo Jingshen has taken the initiative to speak to her since he woke up from a deep sleep for two months.

But it's still not warm.

Ji Nuan ate the bowl of cold and already quite unpalatable noodles in silence, ignored him, and continued to stuff the noodles that could no longer be connected into his mouth.

Mo Jingshen looked at her with a heavy expression, walked over, and directly removed the bowl of noodles from her eyes: "The noodles are already cold, what are you still eating?

Ji Nuan raised his hand with a faint expression and wiped the corners of his mouth stained with some soup stains, and raised his eyes to look at him: "If you don't eat, there is nothing wrong with your stomach, I just eat a few bites of noodles that have been cold, what can I do? How can I be so fragile? What you don't eat, I do it with good intentions, if you don't eat it, I will eat it myself." ”

The man looked at her, looking at her with almost unreasonable eyes, and seeing Ji Nuan's very firm expression, he raised his eyebrows coldly, and directly poured out the bowl of noodles and didn't let her eat it again.

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

"Mo Jingshen, are you afraid that I will have a stomachache or stomach ache after eating something cold? Are you feeling sorry for me?" she asked.

The man didn't look at her, the soup stain splashed on his hand just now, he took out the tissue on the coffee table and wiped his hands expressionlessly, and said expressionlessly: "I don't want you to have stomach problems, get up tomorrow morning and call the doctor because of stomach pain, delay my time." ”

"Admit that you can't let go of me at all, is it difficult?" Ji Nuan looked at her fixedly.

A sneering smile appeared on the man's expressionless face at this time, and he glanced at her coldly: "Self-inflicted affection is a disease, Ji Nuan, you are not lightly ill." ”

"Probably, it's really sick. Ji Nuan leaned back on the sofa and looked in his direction: "Obviously, you are so indifferent and ruthless to me, but I think you actually love me very much." ”

The man's face can no longer be described as expressionless.

It's a deeper coldness and determination.

There was an eerie silence in the air, the man didn't speak, and Ji Nuan didn't speak again.

There was a wind blowing outside the window, blowing in front of the window, and there was a gust of wind, blowing away this different kind of silence.

"It's one o'clock in the morning. He didn't look at her, and whispered indifferently, "Turn off the light and go back to the bedroom to sleep." ”

If you listen carefully, you can still hear the coolness of a lot of ice slag falling on the ground from his words that sounded like he cared about her.

This man is really ......

Ji Nuan had to wonder if he would be very happy when he heard the news when she was framed and put in prison after ten years of exile, instead of suddenly appearing in prison at the moment when she vomited blood and died, as she had dreamed......

Maybe dreaming is really just dreaming.

His attitude seemed to be really disgusted with her, and he hadn't appeared for ten years, so how could he have any superfluous thoughts about her life and death?

Just an unrelated person.

As she did now, it was as if she were a person who had nothing to do with him.

"When are you going to sleep?" Ji Nuan leaned back on the sofa and did not move.

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

"But I want you to sleep with me in your arms. Ji Nuan looked at his face and said sincerely: "It's the same as before." ”

Mo Jingshen frowned, and looked at her coldly in a blink of an eye: "Are you even so active in humiliating yourself now?"

Ji Nuan looked at his face in the dim light by the light of the floor lamp, and said calmly and sincerely: "You have always liked to sleep with me......"

The man's smile was cold, and the corners of his lips were hooked indifferently, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "That was the ink depth of the first ten months, not me." ”

Ji Nuan suddenly got up and walked towards him, the dark night always makes people have inexplicable courage, she wants to hug him, or let him hug herself, since he woke up, she didn't even want to touch her hand, let alone be hugged.

Maybe if you hug him, he will be moved, and if you hug him, he will come back, and he will not be like this again.

However, before she could get closer, Mo Jingshen had already stopped talking, as if seeing her purpose, he turned around and walked directly when her hand was about to touch him, and entered the study without looking back.

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

Ji Nuan looked at the door of the study that had been closed again, stood in place for a while, and then felt the pain gradually growing in his stomach.

Mo Jingshen really understands her, she can survive any catastrophe, wind and waves, and survive, but some small colds, small fevers, and even eating something cold on a period can make her suffer a crime.

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

She raised her hand to cover her stomach, and after standing for a while, she couldn't support it, turned back to the sofa and sat down, curled up on the sofa, her hand was holding her stomach that was getting more and more painful, and the door of the study was always closed, without any movement.

The living room is also quiet, making people feel a little lonely.

Ji Nuan raised her eyes while enduring the pain in her stomach, and the tears in her eyes were blurred a little by the tears in her eyes, looking at the light of the floor lamp, she curled up on the sofa uncomfortably.

It hurts, but it's also self-inflicted, and she doesn't know if she's a little irrational masochistic when she eats those noodles just now.

Will he feel distressed.

As a result, he didn't intend to care about her.

He spoiled her with his own hands and turned her into such a delicate little princess, but in the end he cruelly pushed her back into the cold cage and ignored her.

The six months after the miscarriage are not suitable for eating cold, the stomach and stomach cannot be stimulated, Ji Nuan covered her aching stomach and buried her face on the back of the sofa, wanting to wait for this pain to pass quickly. You have to find the latest chapters by yourself to read books?