Mo Jingshen's eyes were cold, looking at Miss Han's frightened and unwilling eyes, he held Ji Nuan in his arms, who had not spoken for a long time.
Ji Nuan was silent for only a moment and said calmly: "Miss Han, you don't need to provoke me with such irrelevant nonsense. Whether it is an ex-girlfriend or a so-called fiancée, in front of our country's effective marriage law, they are the same as nothing. What do you know? Is it called a legal marriage? Do you know what a wife is? Who does this man belong to, do you need me to tell you?"
Mo Jingshen looked down at her face, watching the words coming from her red lips that opened and closed. There was a hint of warmth in his eyes, and he even had a slight smile that could be seen by others.
Miss Han glared at her unwillingly: "Everyone else's engagement can be terminated, so what if you're married? You can't get divorced either!"
After Ji Nuan was reborn, she was particularly repulsive and sensitive to the word divorce.
She turned her eyes, narrowed her eyes, and said in a cold voice: "I have seen your sincerity in kneeling down to apologize. If you want to save yourself, don't talk so much nonsense. How many words can you say without getting the same result? You should take off your clothes." No piece of clothing should be missing.”
Originally, Ji Nuan had not let her get out of the way from the beginning, but now that she wanted to make matters worse, she had asked for the bitter consequences.
Feng Ling received the reminder from Ji Nuan's words and stepped forward to kick Miss Han who was just trying to stand up.
Miss Han was so painful that she knelt down and sat on the ground. She was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by the man's cold voice.
Mo Jingshen's eyes were cold, and his deep voice was clear and cold: "I'll give you one more minute."
Miss Han was trembling all over and looked at her father as if asking for help. Miss Han's father wanted to speak, but was blocked by several bodyguards in black clothes and was unable to step forward.
Miss Han fidgeted like this for more than a minute, and still only unzipped the dress, her hands still tightly covering her body.
Mo Jingshen didn't intend to waste time here anymore, his eyes fell lightly on Feng Ling, and Feng Ling immediately nodded with understanding.
"Tear-" With a sound, Miss Han's clothes were torn apart instantly.
As Miss Han screamed, Ji Nuan frowned but said nothing. Mo Jingshen had already led her away from the crowd without even looking in that direction.
When Mo Jingshen led him out of the crowd, Ji Nuan's mind was no longer on the screams behind him.
Mo Jingshen led her away without saying another word, but he held her hand tightly.
It has never been so tight.
It hurts a little.
She raised her eyes to look at him and whispered: "Depth of field..."
Mo Jingshen made a movement, and his grip on her hand relaxed slightly, but he still held her hand and said, "Go home."
Ji Nuan nodded: "Oh."
When I thought about wanting to see if Miss Han had really been stripped off, it was too late to look back. She had already been taken out of the hotel where the banquet was held.
Sheng Yihan was in the crowd, staring intently at the back of the woman who disappeared in front of the door. His face was calm, but there was a sexy and sexy smile at the corner of his mouth.
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It was already very late when we returned to Yuyuan, and Mrs. Chen had already gone to bed.
Mo Jingshen opened the bedroom window, and the cool night breeze blew in. The man's short black hair was slightly messy, but he still maintained his grace.
Ji Nuan came out of the shower. Although he did not look back at her, he still closed the window the moment she left the bathroom to prevent her from catching a cold.
"I didn't eat anything at night, so you didn't eat either, right?" Ji Nuan asked.
The man's gentle and deep eyes turned around, and he looked at her calmly for a few seconds, with penetrating scrutiny. After a while, under her black and white eyes, he faintly uttered a few words: "Nothing." Do you want to ask me something?"
Ji Nuan really had something to ask, but she still hesitated when the words came to her lips.
The so-called past that An Shuyan once mentioned might be about Mo Jingshen's engagement. Although she wasn't sure what kind of past he had when he was in the United States, she was sure that Mo Jingshen tonight If you don't deny this, it means it is true.
Now that he gave her the chance to ask, she certainly didn't want to have any doubts in her heart.
Ji Nuan walked over, stood in front of him, and asked, "Have you ever loved another woman before me?"
Mo Jingshen put one hand on the railing by the window, leaning against the swimming pool with blue water in the Yuyuan Villa outside the window. He looked at her, raised his hand, and touched her body, which was still wet after taking a shower. He rubbed his hair.
"No," he replied.
Ji Nuan didn't ask any more questions and just smiled: "Then I have nothing to ask."
Seeing the woman's attitude, Mo Jingshen smiled softly and raised his hand to loosen the top three buttons of his shirt: "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"
"You go take a shower first. Mrs. Chen has gone to bed. I'm going to cook two bowls of noodles. Although they are not as good as yours, they are at least edible." Ji Nuan said and turned around to get his clothes. Come out and urge him to take a bath.
Mo Jingshen looked at her open and clean eyes, stared at her for a long time, then took the clothes and said, "Okay."
…
Ji Nuan was in the kitchen, looking at the boiling water in the pot. He didn't remember to put the noodles in until the water boiled for a long time.
After hearing the sound, Mrs. Chen got up, put on some clothes and came out to help her cook. However, Ji Nuan declined and asked Mrs. Chen to go back to her room to rest.
After the noodles were cooked, she picked up a tray, placed two bowls of noodles on it, and served them together.
When he returned to the room and put down the tray in his hand, he turned around and saw the bathroom door open. The man casually wrapped a white bath towel around his waist. His complexion was healthy, and a bit whiter than the standard healthy color of men, but There is no trace of femininity at all, and the figure is standard enough to be described as perfect. The texture is even and the lines are clear. There are still water drops rolling down from the chest and hiding in the bath towel.
Although they have lived together for so long, Ji Nuan still wants to push him back into the bathroom every time she sees this scene and ask him to get dressed before coming out.
"Then, have a taste. I haven't cooked noodles for a long time since I ate what you made that time." Ji Nuan said as he sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks and took a taste himself.
Fortunately, when she was in the kitchen just now, except for being distracted when boiling water at first, she still paid attention to the softness and hardness of the noodles and did not cook them too bad. Although the taste was not as good as that made by Mo Jingshen, it was still good. Not bad to eat.
Mo Jingshen glanced at her and was about to walk over, but the little woman had her mouth full of noodles, puffed her cheeks and looked at him, and said vaguely: "Get dressed first!"
Mo Jingshen looked at her eating look and smiled. He had opened the window before and the room was a little cold. He looked at her again and turned around to put on a bathrobe and come out.
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(You have to believe in Qingqing’s control over the plot, and you also have to believe in our Mo Luolao, and read the article with peace of mind ~ don’t make random guesses about the plot based on your own conjectures ~)