At least, enough for Wen Yi to understand.
Her fingers on his arm tightened and the joints were stiff.
Mo Shichen saw consideration and hesitation in her eyes. For a few seconds, she lowered her eyelids as if she wanted to give up. But the next second, she turned her jaw slightly, let out a breath, and then seemed to fall asleep. What decision was made? She looked up at him and smiled.
Her hand slipped from the man's arm to just below his wrist, and she held his hand.
Her fingers were slightly cold, while his palms were warm. The contrasting temperature difference made him slightly startled, and then he subconsciously looked down.
Wen Yi led him back.
When she passed the distance between two arms, the man she was holding raised his feet and followed her.
Wen Yi never held Mo Shichen's hand.
To be more precise, Mo Shichen has never been led by any woman. He was destined to be a noble son from the day he was born. Even before he lost his memory, whether it was muse before marriage or Wen Yi after marriage, it was even more important. Get used to holding his arm.
It felt very strange. He had touched and held it countless times before, but it seemed like it was the first time he felt that her hand was so soft, and the whole palm was numbing slightly.
From the perspective of other people, this scene seemed indescribably weird, but at the same time it was indescribably harmonious.
When we returned to the table, the meal we had just ordered was served.
The waiter smiled and said, "You two have been waiting for a long time. Please take your time."
Dining is basically a very quiet process, and the elegant picture of handsome men and beautiful women is very pleasing to the eye.
Wen Yijia ordered a bottle of white wine.
She rarely ate, talked to him occasionally, drank occasionally, but not alone, of course.
She invited him to drink, but Mo Shichen would not refuse and would drink with her. He learned to taste wine very early, and he also developed his drinking capacity during that period, but he was not addicted to alcohol, or in other words, he was not addicted to alcohol. What is his hobby
But she would still invite him for the first two drinks, but when she drank later, she drank by herself.
If she didn't invite him, he wouldn't raise the glass. He would slowly eat the things on the plate with a knife and fork on the opposite side, his eyes mostly looking at her. It wasn't until he saw that she was already drunk that he couldn't hide it that he would He put down his knife and fork, stared at her slightly red face, and said in a low voice with a hint of smile, "You drink so much wine, aren't you afraid of being taken advantage of when you're drunk?"
She held the wine glass in one hand, stretched out the other hand, and shook it. Her eyes seemed to be drunken and blurry, but also seemed to be sober and thin and cold. She looked at him with a long smile, "Can you do it?"
The man smiled and said, "Generally, when a woman gets drunk when she is alone with a man, I will assume that she is inviting. It cannot be defined as taking advantage."
Wen Yi's hand that wasn't holding the wine glass turned to cover her face, as if she heard something that made her feel funny, and she laughed hard and wildly.
The heating was on in the restaurant, so she took off her coat after entering, leaving only the light gray sweater underneath. Although her hands covered most of her face, from a man's perspective, it seemed that she was drunk. His smile made him seem to have no restraint, and his whole person became alive.
After she finished laughing, she held her forehead and drank all the wine in the glass.
After the dinner was over, she was drunk as expected, and she just didn't care about her appearance and lay down on the table.
Mo Shichen called her a few words, but she either didn't respond, or her words didn't match his words and she couldn't respond at all. He could only buy the order first, and then got up and picked her up in person.
He held her waist, put the coat on her, then held her half in his arms and led her out.
After leaving the door of the restaurant, from the heated room to the cold wind outside, Wen Yi shrank unconsciously and even leaned into his arms.
Mo Shichen noticed her movement and lowered his head to look at her head lying on his chest. The wind blew her black hair and drowned the roots of her ears, which were red due to the alcohol's stamina.
That color has a charming charm and aura.
Without a man's support, she would not be able to stand firmly. Even if she was leaning on him, she still felt inexplicably fragile and desolate.
He asked her, "Why did you get yourself drunk?"
Of course she wouldn't answer him.
He smiled faintly again, and he didn't know whether he was talking to a woman who was too drunk to hear, or whether he was talking to himself, "You don't know how to face me, so why not face me?"
Naturally, he still couldn't get an answer from her. Even when she was awake, she might not answer.
Mo Shichen didn't need her answer, he picked her up by the waist and strode towards the direction where Rambo was parked.
Seeing them, the driver quickly got out of the car and opened the back seat door for the man.
After returning to the car, the driver looked in the rearview mirror at the woman lying on the man's lap, who seemed to be drunk and asleep, and the man who was staring at her with his eyes lowered, his face blurred due to the light and angle, and asked carefully, "Mr. Mo, are you... going back to the manor?"
Mo Shichen didn't look up. He gently scratched the woman's cheek with his fingers, "Yeah."
The driver had watched Wen Yi "entangle" Mo Shichen in the Clod Summer Parking Lot until they came out of the restaurant. Even someone like him, who is not very sharp and doesn't think very fast, also understood. Although It seems that Miss Wen "took the initiative" to find Mr. Mo, but in fact, it is Mr. Mo who really controls the initiative, right
Otherwise, how could it be Miss Wen who is drunk now
Of course, he had seen through Mo Shichen's intentions and would not have known that Wen Yi was drunk just because she wanted to be drunk, or in other words, she could only get drunk.
On the way back to the manor from the restaurant, Mo Shichen's eyes never left the face pillowed on his lap. "Madam," a murmur escaped from his thin lips, "let's spend it slowly, I have plenty of patience." Spend time with you."
[If you don’t regret it later, that’s your business. What should I do if you don’t regret it?]
What he wants is never this kind of boring recognition and opinion. Just like after a person dies, whether he will leave his name in history or be infamy for eternity, these are nothing but nothing, they have long been turned into dust and have no meaning at all.
What he wants is real people.
He lowered his head, slowly approached her, and said against her skin, "You know what I want to do, and I also know what you are thinking, but madam, you can't avoid me every time when you are drunk, and I also I will let you know that even if you are drunk, you can't hide from me."
She opened her eyes and looked at him very close.
It couldn't be said that they were looking at each other, because her pupils were unfocused and unfocused, and she didn't look at him at all.
Mo Shichen looked at her eyes like this and finally couldn't hold back the emotions he had suppressed for a long time -
emptiness.
Ever since she filled herself up to the point where she could no longer communicate with him, he felt like he had been left behind, feeling lonely and empty.