The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 374 has nothing to do

And the face is already cold, completely squatting together, he hasn't touched it for a few hours.

The warmth of the season is suspected. After she brought in the bowl of noodles, he should have never even seen it before, even if it was touched or eaten.

Even if I am hungry, I am not going to eat what she does?

Is the distance between him and him ten years really difficult to cross?

The season did not speak, just looked at the man's back, suddenly went over, put the bowl of cold already face up, turned away without saying a word, but did not control his strength when he left the study. The door of the study was heavily closed, and there was a loud noise from the "砰".

The man in the study, the hand on the mouse has a momentary pause, and then, without a trace, silently continue the previous work.

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

When I opened the door, I saw that the season warmed the bowl and it was already cold. The surface that had been smashed and put on the coffee table was placed on the coffee table. She sat on the sofa and took a pair of chopsticks and looked down.

"what are you doing?"

This is probably the first time that Mo Jingshen took the initiative to speak to her since she woke up for two months.

But there is still no temperature.

The season is warm and silent, eating the bowl of cold and now quite unpalatable face, ignore him, continue to sandwich the noodles that can not be tied into his mouth.

Ink sight looked at her deeply, and walked over and directly removed the bowl of noodles from her eyes: "The face is already cold, what do you still eat? Can you keep up with your stomach?"

The warm expression of the season was very light, and I raised my hand and wiped the corners of the soup with some soup stains. I looked up at him: "You don't eat, there is no problem with your stomach. I just eat a few mouthfuls that have already been cold, and What can I do? How can I be so fragile? What you don't eat is what I do with good intentions. If you don't eat, I will eat it myself."

The man looked at her, almost looked at her with an unreasonable gaze, and saw the very firm expression of the warm season. She coldly raised her eyebrows and dumped the bowl directly, and did not let her eat again.

The face is gone, the season is not much to say anything, put the chopsticks on the coffee table, just sit on the sofa and watch the man throw the empty bowl on the table.

"Ink deep, are you afraid that I have eaten cold things and have a stomachache or stomachache? Are you feeling bad about me?" she asked.

The man didn't look at her. The soup stain had just splashed on his hand. He pulled out the paper towel on the coffee table and wiped his face with a blank expression. At the same time, he said with no expression: "I don't want you to fall down from the stomach, get up early tomorrow because of stomach pain. Call a doctor and delay my time."

"I admit that you can't let me down at all, is it difficult?" The warm eyes fixedly looked at her.

The face of the man’s expressionless face showed a sardonic smile. He gave her a cold look: “It’s sick to be passionate, the season is warm, and you are not sick.”

"Probably, it is really not sick." The warmth leaned back on the sofa and looked at him in the direction: "You are so indifferent to me so much, but I feel that you actually love me."

The face of a man can no longer be described with a blank expression.

It is a deeper cold and decisive.

There was a strange silence in the air, the man did not speak, and the season warm did not speak again.

Outside the window, the wind blew in the air, blowing in front of the window, and there was a gust of wind blowing, blowing away this kind of quiet.

"It’s a little early in the morning." He didn’t look at her, his voice was indifferent: " Turn off the lights and go back to sleep in the bedroom."

Listening carefully, it still sounds like he is listening to her words and listening to the coolness of the ice **** falling on the ground.

This man is really...

The warm season had to suspect that when she was trapped and imprisoned for ten years, he would not be happy when he heard the news, instead of what she had done before. Like the dream, at the moment she vomited blood and died, he suddenly appeared in prison...

Maybe dreaming is really just a dream.

His attitude seems to be really disgusting for her. If she hasn't appeared in 10 years, how can she have any extra thoughts about her life and death?

Just an unrelated person.

As it is now, she seems to be a person who has nothing to do with him.

"When do you sleep?" The warmth of the season did not move on the sofa.

Ink's eyes are not lifted by the eyes: "I will rest when I want to sleep, and I don't need you to do this."

"But I want you to hold me to sleep." The warmth looked at his face and said sincerely: "Like the past."

Ink deep frowned, and looked at her coldly and coldly: "Do you even take the initiative to take the initiative?"

The warmth of the season looked at his face under the dim light by the light of the floor lamp. He said calmly and sincerely: "You always like to hold me to sleep..."

The man smiles coldly, indifferently evokes the lips, but the smile does not reach the bottom of his eyes: "That is the first ten months of the ink, not me."

The warmth of the season suddenly rose and walked over to him. The night always gave people some inexplicable courage. She wanted to hug him, or let him hug himself. After he woke up, he didn’t even touch her hand. More talk about it is to be hugged.

Maybe hold it, he will move, hug, he will come back, he will not be like this again.

However, she has not approached, and Mo Jingshen has not spoken yet, as if she saw her purpose, she turned and walked away when her hand was about to meet him, and did not return to the study.

The only floor lamp in the living room stretches her shadow and casts a long line on the ground.

Looking at the door of the study room that was re-closed, I stood in the same place for a while, and then I felt the pain in my stomach.

Mo Jingshen really understands her. What kind of disasters and catastrophe can be passed down, and she can live a good life. Some small colds and small fevers can even make her suffer a little cold. crime.

The bowl of the bowl was cold and sticky, and it should not be eaten.

She raised her hand and rubbed her stomach. After standing for a while, some could not support it. She turned back to the sofa and sat down. She curled up on the sofa and rubbed her stomach with pain. The door of the study was always Closed, there is no movement.

The quietness of the living room makes people feel a little lonely.

The warmth of the season, while holding back the pain in the stomach, raised her eyes, and the tears in her eyes forced her eyes to blur a few points. Looking at the lights of the floor lamp, I was uncomfortable curled up on the sofa.

It hurts, but it is also self-seeking. When she was eating those faces, she didn't know if she was irrational.

Will he feel bad?

The result of the fact is that he did not intend to take care of her.

He personally pampered her into such a delicate little princess, but finally cruelly pushed her back to the cold cage, not to ask.

After half a year of abortion, it is not suitable for eating cold. The stomach and stomach are not stimulated. The season is warm with a wave of painful stomach. The face is buried in the back of the sofa. I want to wait for this pain. past.

(End of this chapter)