"You know that the matter was not completely led by me at the beginning, and I also know that I was once affected by drugs and my mental state was not very good, and I also know that Ji Mengran was behind it, you know everything!" Ji Nuan was not stimulated by his words at all, but stared at his black eyes more seriously, and said firmly: " Except for the fact that I have divorced you in the past and done some unreasonable things that really make you very angry, I have not done anything that hurts nature or reason, and I have no reason to be rejected by you like this! I am your wife before and now! Mo Jingshen! I will not agree to divorce!"

She has been standing in front of the door like this, without any intention of getting out of the way, Mo Jingshen looked at her silently for a moment, did not waste time standing here with her again, turned around and threw the suit jacket back on the sofa, the rain outside the window was still falling, dripping, and the silence set off here.

"There is no repetition in life, everything that happened in the past ten months is just a dream, and it is better for us to return to the original point. He didn't have the heart to argue with her, but he didn't want to talk too much nonsense with her.

"How can it be a dream? The man I love is right in front of me, it hurts if you have a wound on your body, it hurts if I pinch myself, you are here, you are not a dream, and neither am I. Ji Nuan looked at his cold and resolute back: "You are you, my husband!

"You'd better agree to the divorce, if you're afraid that the Ji family will go bankrupt, and you're afraid that your studio won't be able to afford your unknown life, I can transfer half of the shares of the Mo family to your name, even if it's ......" He paused in his tone: "The depth of Mo field in the past ten months, the last gift for you." ”

He turned his back to her and said these words, Ji Nuan couldn't see his expression, he could only hear the indifference and ruthlessness in his tone.

Ink depth of field for the first ten months.

Look how clean he has skimmed himself.

It was as if the man was not himself.

It's heart-wrenching, really.

Ji Nuan raised his finger and gently wiped the corners of his eyes, unable to tell whether he was angry or sad.

She cheered up and said: "I'm definitely not going to leave the divorce, it's this time now, I don't want to talk about this topic all the time, I'm hungry, you haven't eaten since you came from the company, right?"

"You eat yourself, I'm not hungry. ”

"How can you not be hungry, you have always forgotten to eat when you are busy in the company, you can't even avoid eating because I am here?" I just bought some ingredients and fruits in the small supermarket downstairs, it is raining outside anyway, and we can't get out, so let's simply make some at home to eat?"

The man unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, still with his back to her, and didn't even look at her: "Whatever you want." ”

After the words fell, he went directly to the study.

Seeing that he closed the door of the study, Ji Nuan pursed his lips and stood in the living room looking at the door.

She bought all kinds of ingredients to come here, maybe subconsciously she still thought that Mo Jingshen would make them for her to eat.

But now it seems that if you want him to cook for yourself again, you can only do it in a dream.

How did she think he would roll up his sleeves and go into the kitchen? It is estimated that the blow that life has given her is not enough for her to face the cruel reality, and she still has illusions.

But fortunately, he didn't leave, and he didn't really leave her here alone.

Be content.

Ji Nuan comforted herself, and then went into the kitchen by herself, washed her hands, washed the vegetables, washed and cut and prepared to cook.

If she can't eat the dinner made by Mo Jingshen herself, she won't starve to death, although her craftsmanship is still a lot worse than his, but she can eat it anyway, when she was in Cambodia, the little brothers in the xi base ate it one by one.

It didn't take long for Ji Nuan to cook two bowls of noodles, after all, it was not early, and it was too wasteful to cook some other meals now, so it was the fastest to cook noodles.

After cooking, she put one of the bowls of green onions, coriander, eggs and other condiments in the shape of a lovely heart, and then took the bowl of love bowls to the study, knocked it lightly twice and walked in.

Mo Jingshen was looking at the company's parts, Ji Nuan didn't bother him, walked over and put the bowl in his hand more than 20 centimeters away, and then turned to look at his calm and silent side face when he was busy with work, and whispered: "I cooked noodles, you eat a little." ”

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

Without further ado, she turned and walked out, shutting the door of the study with her hands and feet.

If there is no one to accompany you, it is a big deal to eat alone.

Ji Nuan quickly ate his bowl of noodles, then took the initiative to clean up the kitchen, clean up the refrigerator, and cut some fruit to eat, and then cut the other half of the fruit and put it on another plate, planning to wait for Mo Jingshen to come out and give it to him, but now after all, it is inconvenient to go in and disturb him.

After taking a bath, Ji Nuan went to find a book to read, but the man never came out of the study, so she read quietly on the sofa in the living room.

There seemed to have been such a quiet life in the past few years, in Olan International, in Mien, in T City, not long ago.

One life, two people, three meals, four seasons.

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

It's getting late, the rain outside has stopped, and the rain in spring hasn't rained much, but tonight's rain can be regarded as matching the seasonal warmth, and it has been raining when needed, and it has been quiet in the dead of night, and it is no longer a headache for noisy people.

It was already more than twelve o'clock at night, the headlights in the living room were turned off, only a floor lamp by the sofa, a light flowed from the top of her head to her body, Ji Nuan turned the page of the book in her hand again, and then turned to look at the door of the study.

The dinner that was delivered at eight o'clock, if she went in to get the bowl at this time, it should be very reasonable, not an interruption, right?

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

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

There was no bed in Oran International's study, only a couch, and he didn't plan to sleep in the study like this because she was here?

Oran International doesn't have only one bedroom, he shouldn't need to be so wronged.

Ji Nuan gently pushed open the door and saw that the light in the study was still there, and the man who had been looking at the company's documents before was still reading the information in front of the computer, and he didn't pay attention to the movement of the door of the study being pushed open by her.

"Why don't you sleep yet?" asked Ji Nuan in a low voice.

Knowing that he wouldn't take care of himself, Ji Nuan didn't wait for him to answer without being bored, his eyes glanced at the table in his hand, and found that he hadn't eaten the bowl of noodles she sent in a few hours ago.

Even the heart-shaped condiments she deliberately placed on the top did not change at all. You have to find the latest chapters by yourself to read books?