Chapter 162 (2/2)
Ink depth of field opened the bedroom window, the cool wind at night blew in, the man's short black hair was blown a little messy, but still his demeanor.
Jinuan took a bath. Although he didn't look back at her, he still closed the window at the moment when she left the bathroom to prevent her from catching cold.
”I didn't eat anything at night, didn't you?” Season is warm.
The man's warm and deep eyes turned and looked at her calmly for a few seconds. With penetrating examination, the eyes began to spit out a few words under her black and white eyes for a long time: ”nothing to ask me?”
Jinuan really has something to ask, but when it comes to his mouth, he hesitates.
The so-called ”once” mentioned by an Shuyan may be about Mo Jingshen's engagement. Although she is not sure what kind of past he had when he was in America, she is sure that Mo Jingshen didn't deny it tonight, which means it's true.
Since he gave her the chance to ask, she certainly didn't want to have a knot in her heart.
Ji Nuan walked over, stood in front of him and asked, ”before me, did you love another woman?”
Mo Jingshen propped his hand on the railing beside the window and leaned back against the swimming pool with blue water in the Yuyuan villa outside the window. Mou Guang looked at her, raised his hand and rubbed her hair, which was still wet after she had just bathed.
”No.” He replied.
Season warm redundant a word didn't ask again, directly pull open smile: ”then I have nothing to ask.”
Seeing the woman's attitude, Mo Jingshen chuckled and raised his hand to loosen the three buttons on his shirt: ”hungry? What would you like to eat? ”
”Take a bath first. Sister Chen is already asleep. I'll cook two bowls of noodles. Although they're not as good as yours, they can at least eat them.” With that, Ji Nuan turned around to take out his changed clothes and urged him to take a bath.Mo Jingshen looked at her calm and clean eyes, stared for a while, and took over the clothes: ”OK.”
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Season warm in the kitchen, watching the boiling water in the pot, until the water boiled for a long time before I think of putting noodles in.
After hearing the voice, sister Chen got up and put on a piece of clothes to help her cook. She was refused by Ji Nuan and asked her to go back to her room for rest.
After cooking the noodles, she picked up a tray, put the two bowls of noodles on it and served them together.
When I returned to the room, I just put down the tray in my hand, and then I saw the door of the bathroom open. The man casually put a white bath towel around his waist. His skin color was healthy, and his color was a little white than that of the standard man, but there was no femininity at all. The standard was enough to describe a perfect figure. The texture was even and clear, and there were still wet drops rolling down from his chest, hidden in it In the bath towel.
Although we have been living together for so long, jinuan always wants to press him back into the bathroom and let him put on his clothes before coming out.
”Well, taste it. I haven't cooked noodles for a long time since I ate what you made.” Ji said he sat at the table and took a taste of the chopsticks.
Fortunately, when she was in the kitchen just now, she was distracted at the beginning of boiling water. Later, she was still paying attention to the hardness and softness of the noodles. They didn't cook too bad. Although the taste was not as good as the depth of field, they were not bad.
Mo took a deep look at her, and was about to walk by, but the little woman ate noodles all over her mouth, puffed up her cheeks and looked at him, vaguely saying, ”you need to get dressed first!”
Mo Jingshen looked at her face and smiled. He had opened the window before. The room was cold. He looked at her again and turned to wear a bathrobe.
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(to believe in Qingqing's plot control, and also to believe in our Mo Tiao, and to be at ease with reading ~ don't guess the plot by your own conjecture)