Chapter 170: Why Did You Two Come Here to Watch Me if You Can't Sleep?
Mo Jingshen walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, lifted his eyelids, and looked out.
The direction Qin Siting has been looking at from standing here is the villa not far from the opposite side.
The villa was dark and no light, no one came back, and the black carved door in front of the door had been quiet all night.
Only one floor lamp was lit in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on this side. In the dim light, no one spoke, and there was a moment of silence.
The whole world seemed to be quiet, only a white cat jumped out of the high wall outside the villa opposite, and from time to time, it meowed softly twice in the dark.
Mo Jingshen put one hand in his trousers pocket, and his quiet and low voice was particularly clear in the dim light: "At the beginning, the one who loved was desperate, but the one who hated it again was going to die. When people came back, you always avoided seeing them, and tonight will be the same. It is clear that you will continue to be strangers, so what are you still standing here watching? She won't come back overnight, so you plan to stand here and wait all night? "
Qin Siting, who had been settled here for a long time, only made a move, but he just turned to look at him: "Who he. Mom said that I'm standing here to look at her?"
It seemed that the night's oppressive calm was finally broken, and Qin Siting's eyes were full of coldness: "Do you think I'm the type who can stand here until dawn for this kind of woman?"
Mo Jingshen said coldly, "Her villa has been vacant here for a few years, but you moved here for a few years, looking at an empty villa for so long, and now the person who finally left has come back, she's afraid she hasn't come back yet. Knowing that you live opposite her, how long have you been standing here every day and every night, and you don't know?"
Qin Siting: "..."
He turned around abruptly and walked to the sofa, picked up the cigarette that Nan Heng had just thrown on the coffee table, took a few sips and calmed down, and then said in a cold tone: "I moved here a few years ago because of the ignorance of the young man who was still immersed in it. The decision I made during the love-hate entanglement, I don’t feel it now, it’s just that I’m used to it and I’m too lazy to change places.”
Nan Heng sneered while breathing the smoke: "Is it ignorant, or is it you and his mother who have been thinking about such a woman for more than 20 years, and now the group of women who are chasing after your ass and want to soak in you. I thought you were not interested in women, but who knew that your innocent young man's heart had been crushed and crushed by a woman, and it has not been put together until now?"
Qin Siting was expressionless: "You two came to me in the middle of the night to make fun of Lao Tzu's stupid past?"
Nan Heng smiled: "I really mean this, but I don't know how he would come so late, saying that he was kicked out of bed by Ji Nuan, and he still doesn't admit it."
Nan Heng looked at Mo Jingshen while talking.
Mo Jingshen said lightly: "I can't sleep, come here to see how unhappy Lao Qin is. He said that I may still be happy."
Qin Siting: "..."
"Can't sleep?" Qin Siting sneered, choking off the cigarette at his fingertips after only a few puffs: "Why did you two come here to watch me if you couldn't sleep?"
Nan Heng was laughing with a cigarette in his mouth.
Mo Jingshen raised his eyebrows coldly.
Can't really sleep.
He didn't get kicked out of bed, and he didn't quarrel. It was his woman who wanted to study in T City, and changed from being Mrs. Mo to a student of T University's business department. The temporary stripping around her was obviously a decision she made after the banquet that day.
The little woman was obviously drunk to dare to say this decision.
Can you refuse?
You can refuse, but obviously you can't.
He could clearly feel that after Ji Nuan's temperament changed a few months ago, under the calm and mature surface, there was an inexplicable vulnerability and sensitivity.
She is extremely afraid of facing the separation of life and death, and even more afraid of not being able to control her own life. She is more stubborn in her bones, and there are more things she wants to stick to, but it is hidden deep.
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When Mo Jingshen returned, it was almost early morning, and the sky was still a little dark, but it was also a little white.
Originally thought Ji Nuan was still sleeping, but the little woman tossing and turning on the bed apparently didn't sleep well at all until he lay down beside her,
She only got into his arms frowning in her sleep, and gradually calmed down.
Mo Jingshen touched her hair: "Headache?"
Ji Nuan closed her eyes and nodded in his arms, half asleep, half awake, dazed, and said nothing.
Mo Jingshen's hand in her hair turned to caress her forehead lightly. She didn't move, letting him help her relieve the pain in her head.
The little woman was wearing soft pajamas, her long hair was scattered on the pillow on the bed, the fragrance lingered all over her body, she was leaning softly in his arms, her eyes were closed, she didn't ask him where he went, just instinctively snuggled in his arms. Li refused to step back half a point.
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Ink studio.
On the computer screen, all kinds of messages that Xia Tian sent her on MSN were constantly jumping out.
Xia Tian can now walk normally with a cane, but she only needs to go through a three-month rehabilitation period. If she wants to come to her studio to help, it is inconvenient to live too far.
But after all, when Xia Tian was studying with her in the United States, she studied at the University of Finance and Economics, and she also majored in financial analysis. Now the position of the financial director of the studio is vacant. It happened that Xia Tian came to help her, and Ji Nuan could save money. Take a lot of effort.
The two were chatting hotly, when suddenly the intercom phone on the desk rang, and Ji Nuan picked it up: "Hello?"
"Mr. Ji, hello, here is a courier for you."
The call came from the mail room on the first floor of Jinlin Building. Ji Nuan glanced at the calling number again and said, "Okay, I'll go down later."
After hanging up the phone, Ji Nuan typed a few words on the keyboard: [Are you afraid that you will have too many things after you leave the hospital, so you packed and sent all your things to the studio? 】
Xia Tian replied: [No, I don't have much stuff, just bring a suitcase and put it in my residence when I go. 】
Ji Nuan frowned slightly.
That's weird.
How could she suddenly have her courier?
Now this year, domestic e-commerce has just started, Ji Nuan has no habit of buying things online, and usually has little relationship with others by mail, and some letters or phone calls she received in her studio Faxes and the like are all handled by Xiaoba or the secretary.
How can there be a courier sent directly to her?
Ji Nuan went downstairs directly and went to the mail room on the first floor. The person inside handed her a not very large square box.
Ji Nuan saw that the box was so tightly packed that she couldn't tell what it was, and it only had the recipient's address and her name, and did not write the sender's address or sender.
"Who sent it?" Ji Nuan asked, keeping an eye on her.
"I don't know, I found it just now when I was sorting out the pile of boxes at the door."
After Ji Nuan listened, she weighed the square box in her hand twice, but did not hear any movement inside.