The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 362 Are you loving me now?

When she finished, she stood on the wall with a look of joy, and the close-knit men’s indifference barely saw a half-hearted look.

The smile on his face faded with his alienation and indifference. Finally, he read something in his deep twilight. His lips shook: "You... why are you looking at me like this?"

Inkeye looked at her with deep eyes: "How should I see you?"

At least it should not be so alienated, as if it were strange, not related to him, or even a cold look with no feelings.

When the warmth of the season was stagnation, he suddenly turned his eyes to the door, and then looked back at him: "If you just woke up and the body is not suitable for all aspects, I will go out now, you should rest quietly. I will be with you outside, will not leave, will not come in and quarrel with you..."

"Miss Ji." The gentle, cool voice of the man passed into her ear, but it was like pulling the man parallel to her life back to her eyes at a distance of ten years.

In the large ward, the light-colored lights poured into the ground, and the transparent dust floated up and down in the air. The ward was silent, but the sound of the cold-spotted scented scented sound.

The warm eyes of the season are suddenly certain.

Miss Ji?

Ink was watching her coldly: "No need to be so surprised, whether it is ten years ago or ten years ago, everything should return to the original origin, and it is time to find the original track."

The ward is terrible.

Such an ink is deep, such a person...

There is one kind of inexplicable for her. She seems to never have the feeling of getting him back. He is far away from her, like ten years later, unable to touch, can't see clearly, can't guess.

In addition to his words, her whole person was like a cold water, and she was cold and leaned against the wall and almost stood still.

All the joy that he finally woke up cooled in an instant, she stared at his eyes, could not find the warmth and concern of the past, and those sweet feelings were gone, he was ink Jing Shen, but not her familiar ink. Depth of field.

He is different...

Her lips moved: "You..."

"I am still me, I have not forgotten anything." The man's voice was faint, but cruel and ruthless: "It's just that I have been sleeping for too long and have had a long dream."

The warm season is almost instantly understood, and the blood of the whole body is almost frozen at this moment.

He knows.

He knows everything.

She is most afraid that she will be born again. She is most afraid that he knows that she has been following him from the beginning to change the trajectory of life. She just wants to live this life again, but now the nightmare is still coming.

Because she insisted on this marriage from the beginning, even if the result has changed, it is far from her initial thoughts, but in the face of such an instant, she will be born again. The man who can do a good job can analyze the man. She is like a traveler who has hidden too many stolen goods in his backpack. He is seen through him. He is naked, barely unreserved, and will be the least visible. One side was completely torn by his life.

The warmth of the season did not think, suddenly raised his hand and licked the man's clothes, struggling to want to approach him, but Mo Jingshen never gave her the opportunity to approach her, avoiding her hand without leaving her, and ignored her hair. The white face, deep and indifferent eyes only looked at the door of the ward, meaning she could go.

The warmer face is white and close to transparency, even when lying in the operating room during abortion, it is not so white, she is empty: "Depth of field...we..."

The words that came cold and cold came down directly: "After returning to Haicheng, I will sign the divorce agreement for you at the first time."

The season warmed up and looked at him, and asked suddenly: "Divorce?"

Ink's deep and indifferent face opened a certain kind of unclear smile, like mocking, like laughing and laughing, but no temperature: "The use of the use has been used, the end is also the end of the time, I am only in as you wish."

The tall and straight man looked at her condescendingly. There was only indifference and gloom in the eyebrows. The curvature of the thin lips could not see the warmth of the past. The life of the thorns like ice needles hurts.

As she wishes?

It was all that she had forced her life to the point where she couldn’t know before, and if she was sober enough, she wouldn’t make her life like that. He was the best ink in the world for her. She has never been willing to let people know, she said that she is better for this world to live better, saying that she has a purpose, but she loves him now is true, can not be separated from him is true, want It’s true to live with him for the rest of his life.

divorce?

How could this be? She never intended to divorce him again in her life!

The season warmed up and opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but found that the language was really pale and weak at some point. When he touched his sight, she raised her hand and burned it once in Cambodia. The back of the hand and the skin on the wrist were lifted to his eyes.

"Ink Jing Shen, can everything that we have experienced as if it does not exist?"

The man looked at her hand silently and did not speak.

"Can all of our feelings be treated as non-existent?" Ji Wen stared at him: "The promises that we have said so long have been swearing by each other can be because of your big Dream and complete zero?"

The warmth of the season is tears, raising his hand to look at his collar: "Ink deep, my life is my life, my husband, my husband is my heart to change! Why do you come now? Denying everything about me?"

Mo Jingshen leaned slightly because she was holding his strength, didn't make a profit, looked at her tearful face, and gradually sneered, and the first time he saw her crying, there was no point to marry her or hug. She meant that he looked at her crying like this, and there was no other feeling besides the cold irony.

He pinched her chin and narrowed his eyes: "Life is really extraordinarily biased towards you..." His voice paused for a moment, staring at her eyes: "Do you love me now?"

The season warmed down and then nodded firmly.

Mo Jingshen seems to have seen the best joke in the world, and the hand on her chin is also a bit heavy: "The season is warm, I have seen too many people who know the time, but I have never seen you know this. You know exactly what you want, what you want, and you spare no effort to fight for it. Isn’t it because you don’t want to be the poor **** and dead soul in prison?”

The warmth of the tears rushed out, she wanted to say no, but the man's eyes were too cold, and his fingers on her chin were too hard.

Her jaw is already red, and the man's eyes are without pity. The words are cold: "The night you opened your eyes, what kind of mood is holding on to my bed, I don't remember, huh? ”

(End of this chapter)