Chapter 376: But I Want You to Sleep with Me

And the face is already cold, completely lumped together, he really hadn't even touched it for a few hours.

Ji Nuan suspected that after she brought in this bowl of noodles, he probably hadn't even looked at it, let alone touched it or ate it.

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

Is the ten-year distance between him and him really so insurmountable?

Ji Nuan didn't speak, just looked at the man's back, walked over suddenly, picked up the bowl of cold noodles, turned around without saying a word, but still didn't control her strength when she walked out of the study , the door of the study was slammed shut, and there was a loud bang.

The man in the study paused for a moment with his hand on the mouse, and then continued his previous work without a trace.

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

When she opened the door, she saw Ji Nuan put the bowl of cold, sticky, and lumpy noodles 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 Mo Jingshen has spoken to her since he woke up from a two-month sleep.

But still no temperature.

Ji Nuan ate that cold bowl of noodles that was now quite unpalatable in silence, ignored him, and continued to stuff the unconnected noodles into his mouth.

Mo Jingshen looked at her with deep eyes, walked over, and directly moved the bowl of noodles away from her eyes: "The noodles are already cold, what else are you eating? Are you trying to get over your stomach?"

Ji Nuan raised his hand with a light expression and wiped the corner of his mouth that was stained with soup, then raised his eyes to look at him: "If you don't eat, there is no problem with your stomach, I just eat a few mouthfuls of cold noodles, and then look at him again. What can I do? How can I be so vulnerable? 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 threw the bowl of noodles directly, and did not let her eat again.

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

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

The man didn't look at her, the soup stains splashed some on his hands just now, he took out the tissue from the coffee table and wiped his hands expressionlessly, and said expressionlessly: "I don't want you to suffer from stomach problems, get up tomorrow morning because of stomach pains. Call the doctor and waste my time."

"Is it difficult to admit that you can't let me go at all?" Ji Nuan looked at her fixedly.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the man's expressionless face at this time, and he glanced at her coldly: "It's a disease to be selfish, Ji Nuan, you're seriously ill."

"Probably, it is indeed a serious illness." Ji Nuan leaned back on the sofa and looked in his direction: "You are so indifferent and unfeeling towards me, but I feel that you actually love me very much."

The expression on the man's face could no longer be described as expressionless.

But a deeper cold and decisive.

There was a strange silence in the air, the man didn't speak, and Ji Nuan didn't speak anymore.

The wind was blowing outside the window, and blowing in front of the window, there was a gust of wind, which blew 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 lights 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 sound like he cares about her.

This man is really...

Ji Nuan had to wonder if she was framed and put in jail after ten years of exile, would he feel very happy when he heard the news, not like she had done before. Like a dream, at the moment when she vomited blood and died, he suddenly appeared in the prison...

Maybe a dream is really just a dream.

His attitude seemed to be really disgusting with her. He hadn't appeared in ten years, so how could he have any superfluous thoughts on her life and death?

Just an unrelated person.

Just like now, she seems to be someone who has nothing to do with him.

"When are you going to sleep?" Ji Nuan leaned on the sofa and didn't 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." Ji Nuan looked at his face and said sincerely, "Like before."

Mo Jingshen frowned, and looked at her coldly in a blink of an eye: "Are you taking the initiative to humiliate yourself now?"

Ji Nuan looked at his face in the dim light through the light of the floor lamp, and said calmly and sincerely: "You always like to hold me to sleep..."

The man smiled coldly, raised his lips indifferently, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "That was Mo Jingshen from 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 wanted to hug him, or let him hug her. After he woke up, she didn't even want to touch her hand. , let alone being hugged.

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

However, before she got close, Mo Jingshen had already stopped talking, as if seeing her purpose, he turned and left when her hand was about to touch him, and went into the study without looking back.

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

Ji Nuan looked at the door of the study that was closed again, stood there for a while, and then felt the pain in her stomach gradually.

Mo Jingshen really understands her. She can endure all kinds of disasters, winds and waves, and she can survive. However, some small colds, small fevers, or even a period of time to eat something cold can make her suffer once. 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. After standing for a while, she couldn't hold it any longer. She turned around and sat down on the sofa. She curled up on the sofa, her hand tightly covering her increasingly aching stomach. closed, no movement.

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

Ji Nuan raised her eyes while enduring the pain in her stomach. The tears in her eyes were abruptly forced back to blur her vision. Looking at the light of the floor lamp, she curled up on the sofa in discomfort.

It hurts so much, but she brought it on herself. When she was eating those noodles just now, she didn't know if she had some irrational self-abuse mentality.

Will he be distressed.

As a result of the fact, he did not intend to control her.

He pampered her into such a tender little princess with his own hands, but in the end he cruelly pushed her back into the ice-cold cage, ignoring her.

The six months after the miscarriage was not suitable for eating cold food. The stomach and stomach could not be stimulated. Ji Nuan covered the waves of painful stomachs, buried her face on the back of the sofa, and wanted to wait for the pain to come quickly. past.