Chapter Five Hundred and Ninety-Six: According to Your Tossing, It Will Be Digested in a While

So, whether it's helping her, or watching her own growth with a cold eye when she encounters difficulties later, but investing a sum of money in her just when she needs support, it seems like a very realistic and cold-blooded person. At that time, it was just to train her.

Therefore, from the beginning to the present, every step she has taken in the past three years is still under the planning of Mo Jingshen, and there is not even one step wrong.

So, Mr. Senter, the so-called teacher who helped her build the mn group, was arranged by Mo Jingshen by her side?

Ji Nuan only felt that a certain kind of cognition was about to collapse from her mind, and some things that she had always been "fascinated" by seemed to gradually become clear in her mind.

Her lips moved, and she asked incredulously, "So you know everything that happened in the UK in the past three years?"

The man took out a pair of her pajamas and came over to help her put it on. Ji Nuan had no strength, and he didn't have the heart to struggle at the moment. It was useless to struggle anyway. Help her put on her pajamas, and at the same time pull out her long shoulder-length hair, so as not to be uncomfortable hiding in the pajamas.

Ji Nuan raised her chin and was still looking at the man's perfectly curved jaw: "Mo Jingshen, explain it to me."

The man looked at her like this, his hand still resting on the end of her hair, and his slender knuckled fingers shuttled between her hair: "If I can really control many things with one hand, I don't have to "force" you to divorce, And "forcing" you to leave with a cold heart to solve all this, I always have something that I can't contend with myself."

Ji Nuan looked at him without saying a word, the man's hand fell on her back, as if to comfort her gently, but also as if confirming the thoughts in her heart just now, her voice was very quiet and light: "Your three years in London , Although it was my arrangement, I did not "intervene" in anything, nor did I inquire about it, the only thing I did was to hand you over to someone who could let me go with peace of mind before you left."

Ji Nuan looked at the handsome and deep face of the man in front of her, and for a while she didn't know how to describe such a man.

He can make plans in a state of being arrogant and silent, he can have strong self-control and driving force to save her life, and he can convince her that he really doesn't love him. At that time, she believed that he really didn't love her anymore, and now when she wanted to get her back, let her find out that this man's mind was deeper than the sea, and it turned out that she didn't know about him. There are so many.

It seems that she didn't know anything from the very beginning, she can be arbitrary, she can act rashly, or she can take revenge because of hatred, what she does when she grows up, she thinks that she has lived a very successful life now,

But when she didn't know everything, he knew everything.

Ji Nuan pursed her lips and didn't speak for a long time. The man saw that her eyes were dark, put his hand on her forehead again, and then stroked her neck again: "It's still very hot, when you're not awake, the heat only retreats to thirty Eight degrees seven, I’m afraid it’s still not lower than thirty-eight degrees now, check the temperature again, and if it still doesn’t drop later, I’ll find a way to physically cool you down.”

Saying that, the man's hand was removed from her neck.

However, Ji Nuan sat motionless on the bed, stared straight at the button on his shirt chest, and said in a harsh voice, "Mo Jingshen."

Hearing the emotion in her tone, Mo Jingshen glanced at her, didn't answer, but didn't walk away either.

Ji Nuan raised her eyes slowly, her eyes were red, and tears rolled in them. After a long time, she said, "You are too scary."

The man narrowed his eyes and looked at her complicated emotions. Before he could speak, Ji Nuan suddenly grabbed the pillow on the bed and slammed it on him as if it had exploded. She didn't say anything. Cursing, just biting his lip hard, grabbing the pillow hard on his face, his chest, and his shoulders.

If she really wanted to hit him, she wouldn't be able to use a pillow, but she chose to hit him with a pillow. Obviously, she needed to vent, but she didn't want to hit him hard.

Mo Jingshen stood by the bed and didn't move, letting her keep waving the pillow and attacking him, letting her eyes get redder and more fierce, her tears falling more and more fiercely, her eyes couldn't tell clearly. It's love or hate, maybe both, love what he has done for her, love him from the beginning to now, hate his powerful calm and terrible self-control, hate him when she loses her child, it can seem like nothing The same thing happened that dragged her from heaven to hell.

People are most afraid of love, hate and infatuation, but she has experienced it. People are most afraid of living for too long and only fall on the same person, but she has also experienced it!

She was tired from hitting him, but she still slammed the pillow on him. The strong white "color" pillow in the hotel was almost deformed by her hand. She didn't know whether to use more strength to hit him or use more strength to hit him. She came to squeeze the pillow, only to know that there was nothing to say in her mouth, and she would really explode if she didn't let it out.

"Ji Nuan." Seeing that she was tired, Mo Jingshen lowered his eyes and looked at the woman's crying eyes and messy hair, and whispered her name.

Ji Nuan didn't seem to hear it, and she seemed to hear it again, because her originally weak movements suddenly turned into increased strength, and the pillow slammed into his face.

The man suddenly pulled down the pillow that she had been holding to death, stretched out his arms and hugged her directly. Ji Nuan's hands were empty and hit him on the chin without warning, but she stopped for a while. Not even a single moment, and even more so, she struggled in his arms in anger, punching and kicking, her hands kept hitting his neck, his shoulders, his chin, and even his face back and forth until she was already Although the manicured nails didn't scratch his face, they still scratched a few red marks on the man's side face because of too much force, until her tears soaked the fabric of his shirt on his chest, until Mo Jingshen was a few seconds away. The second time he calmed her down, she still slapped him without hearing the same thing...

Until the man lowered his head and kissed her wet and salty lips that were soaked in tears, he kissed her with a long and direct kiss, and at the same time pressed her hard on the bed, suppressing her body that had been "chaotic" just now, with absolute determination. A strong force locked her, until she gradually collapsed under him, no longer moving, but looking at him with red eyes full of resentment, the man sighed slightly on her lips, pitiful. He kissed the corner of her lips, then kissed her cheeks, eyebrows, and kissed the salty wetness on her face.

"Okay, I just ate a few mouthfuls. According to your tossing, it will be digested after a while. If you are sick, you will look like you are sick. After the fever subsides, I will stand still and let you fight, eh?" He stroked her cheek with his hand, pulling her hair away from her cheek.

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(Yesterday, a chapter was locked in a small dark room, and it was released after more than a thousand words were deleted. I don’t need to say more about where to find the parts that have not been deleted.) Warm wind is not as deep as your love