Chapter 162: Mo Jingshen Didn't Deny This Matter Tonight, Which Means It's True

Mo Jingshen's eyes were cold, looking at Miss Han's frightened and unwilling eyes, and hugged Ji Nuan who had not spoken for a long time.

Ji Nuan was silent for only a moment, then said lightly: "Miss Han, you don't need to provoke me with such irrelevant nonsense, whether it is an ex-girlfriend or a so-called fiancee, in front of our country's effective marriage law, they are the same as nothing, what do you know? Is it called legal marriage? Do you know what a wife is? Who is this man, do you need me to tell you?"

Mo Jingshen lowered his eyes and looked at her face, looking at the words spit out from her red lips that were closed together, his eyes were filled with warmth, and even had a faint smile that others could see.

Miss Han glared at her reluctantly: "If someone else's marriage can be dissolved, what if you're married? It's not the same as divorce!"

After Ji Nuan was reborn, she was particularly repulsive and sensitive to the word divorce.

She turned her eyes, narrowed her eyes, and said coldly, word by word, "I've seen the sincerity of your kneeling apology. If you want to protect yourself, stop so much nonsense. How many words still don't make the same result? It's time to take it off. Not a single piece of clothing is missing.”

Ji Nuan didn't want to let it go from the beginning, but now that she wants to make things so bad, she brought it on herself.

Feng Ling received the reminder of Ji Nuan's words, and stepped forward and kicked Miss Han who was just trying to stand up.

Miss Han was so painful that she sat down on her knees and was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by the cold voice of the man.

Mo Jingshen's eyes were very cold, and his deep voice was clear and indifferent: "I'll give you one more minute."

Miss Han was trembling all over, and looked at her father with a look of help. Miss Han's father wanted to speak, but was blocked by several bodyguards dressed in black, so he couldn't go forward.

Miss Han was dawdling in fear for more than a minute, and she still only untied the zipper on the dress, her hands were still tightly on her body.

Mo Jingshen didn't intend to continue wasting time here, his eyes fell on Feng Ling lightly, and Feng Ling immediately nodded understandingly.

"Tear--" With a sound, Miss Han's clothes were torn apart instantly.

Following Miss Han's scream, Ji Nuan frowned but did not speak. Mo Jingshen had already led her away from the crowd without even looking in that direction.

When Mo Jingshen was taken out of the crowd, Ji Nuan's mind was no longer on the screams behind him.

Mo Jingshen took her away without saying a word, but her hand was held tightly by him.

It has never been so tight.

Some pain.

She raised her eyes and glanced at him, and whispered, "Depth of Field..."

Mo Jingshen moved for a while, and the strength on her hand loosened slightly, but he still held her hand and said, "Go home."

Ji Nuan nodded: "Oh."

When I remembered to see if Miss Han was really taken off, it was too late to look back, and the person had already been taken out of the hotel where the banquet was held.

Sheng Yihan was in the crowd, his eyes focused on the back of the woman who disappeared in front of the door, his face was calm, but there was a hint of a sexy and cool smile on the corner of his mouth.

...

It was very late when I returned to the Imperial Garden, and Sister Chen was already asleep.

Mo Jingshen opened the window of the bedroom, and the cool night breeze blew in. The man's short black hair was blown into an unsightly mess, but he still did not lose his demeanor.

Ji Nuan came out after taking a shower. Although he didn't look back at her, he still closed the window the moment she left the bathroom to prevent her from catching a cold.

"I didn't eat anything at night, and neither did you?" Ji Nuan asked.

The man's warm and deep eyes turned around, and he looked at her calmly for a few seconds, his eyes carried a penetrating scrutiny, and after a long while, he spit out a few words under her black and white eyes: "Nothing. Do you want to ask me?"

Ji Nuan really had something to ask, but he hesitated when the words came to his lips.

Perhaps the so-called once mentioned by An Shuyan was about Mo Jingshen's engagement.

Although she didn't know exactly what kind of past he had when he was in the United States, she was sure that Mo Jingshen didn't deny it tonight, which meant it was true.

Since he gave her the opportunity to ask, of course she didn't want to have a pimple in her heart.

Ji Nuan walked over, stood in front of him, and asked, "Did you love another woman before me?"

Mo Jingshen rested one hand on the railing by the window, leaned his back against the blue swimming pool in the Yuyuan Villa outside the window, looked at her, raised his hand, and she was still wet just after taking a shower. Rubbed in hair.

"No." he replied.

Ji Nuan didn't ask any more words, and just laughed: "Then I don't have anything to ask."

Seeing the woman's attitude, Mo Jingshen smiled lowly, raised his hand and loosened the three buttons on his shirt: "Hungry? What do you want to eat?"

"Go take a shower first. Sister Chen is already asleep. I'm going to cook two bowls of noodles. Although it's not as good as yours, at least you can eat it." Ji Nuan said and turned around to take his changing clothes. Come out and urge him to take a shower.

Mo Jingshen looked at her magnanimous and clean eyes, stared for a while, and took the clothes: "Okay."

...

Ji Nuan was in the kitchen, watching the boiling water in the pot, until the water boiled for a long time before he remembered to put the noodles in.

When Sister Chen heard the sound, she got up and put on a dress to help her cook, but Ji Nuan refused, and asked Sister Chen to go back to her room to rest.

After the noodles were cooked, she picked up a tray, put two bowls of noodles on it, and served them together.

When I returned to the room, I just put down the tray in my hand, and when I turned around, I saw the bathroom door opened, and the man casually wrapped a white bath towel around his waist. There is no femininity at all, a figure that is standard enough to be described as perfect, the texture is even and the lines are clear, and there are still water droplets rolling down from the chest and hidden in the bath towel.

Although they have lived together for so long, every time Ji Nuan sees this scene, he still wants to push him back into the bathroom and let him get dressed before coming out.

"Then, have a taste. I haven't cooked noodles for a long time since I ate what you made that time." Ji Nuan said as he sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks and tasted it himself.

Fortunately, when she was in the kitchen just now, apart from being a little distracted when she first boiled the water, she kept paying attention to the softness and hardness of the noodles. Not bad.

Mo Jingshen glanced at her and was about to walk over, but the little woman ate a mouthful of noodles, looked at him with her cheeks puffed up, and said vaguely, "Get dressed first!"

Mo Jingshen looked at her expression and smiled. He had opened the window before and it was a little cold in the room. He glanced at her again, then turned around and put on a bathrobe.

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