Mo Jingshen recovered very quickly. Perhaps sleeping like this without moving for two months did leave a lot of room for healing of the wounds on his body, unlike before where the wounds seemed to tear open at every turn.
Except for being a little thinner than when he was in Haicheng, there is no difference between him now and before.
He was still as cold and dignified as she remembered, and he was still the man she was familiar with.
The only difference is that he no longer smiles at her, and his eyes no longer stay on her. Even if they are sitting on the same plane, even if they are sitting in the same row, he is right next to her, but they feel that they are close to each other. It seemed like they were far apart.
Ji Nuan sat for a while and suddenly put her hand on his leg. The man who had his eyes closed now opened his eyes and stared at her with a heavy gaze: "What are you doing?"
Ji Nuan looked at her hand on his thigh, then looked at his heavy eyes that were obviously displeased, pursed her lips and said, "Excuse me, I want to go to the bathroom."
Even though the first-class seat had a lot of space, he was a tall man with long legs and he was sitting on the outside of the aisle. If he didn't move out of the way, she wouldn't be able to get out.
Mo Jingshen looked at her again and moved his legs away.
Ji Nuan retracted her hand with some annoyance. When she got up, the plane probably passed by an area with air currents. There was a sudden bump, maybe unintentional, or maybe intentional. Ji Nuan staggered and fell into his arms. Although she fell Not so harshly, but still, two hands pressed down on his legs at once. At the same time, the whole body leaned forward and almost leaned in his arms, and the distance between the faces was only one finger.
At such a distance, the man looked at her expressionlessly. Ji Nuan's heart was pounding, but she said calmly: "Sorry, I didn't stand firm."
Mo Jingshen: "..."
Before getting up, Ji Nuan's hand deliberately pressed hard on his leg, pressing his "golden thigh" that she was not allowed to touch just long enough before she got up, turned around and went to the first class cabin which was not far away. Dedicated restroom far away.
Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, Ji Nuan smiled in front of the mirror. She felt that the smile was not very good-looking, so she raised her hand and pulled up the corner of her mouth until she reached a satisfactory angle before putting her hand down.
They are about to return to Haicheng, their original world and their original life.
divorce? Of course she won't leave.
But being passively alienated by him all the time, it seems that the status quo cannot be maintained forever. In this marriage, it has nothing to do with self-esteem, face and being strong. Besides, Mo Jingshen has paid for her when she knew it and when she didn't know it. He even almost died for her not long ago. If she compromises and leaves so easily now, she will really be sorry for him, and even more sorry for herself.
They are husband and wife anyway, a reasonable and legal relationship. At worst, let her chase him. If he retreats, he will advance. If he is cold, she will be hot. If he avoids, she will take the initiative. If he is expressionless, she will respond with a smile.
As Mrs. Mo, couldn't she still climb into his bed legally and legally
As long as she wants to take the initiative, no matter how powerful he is, Mo Jingshen can't remove her from the spouse list unless she agrees to divorce.
Ji Nuan smiled in the mirror for a while, feeling that her smile was natural and beautiful, and then walked out.
When Mo Jingshen got back to his seat, the moment Mo Jingshen stood up, Ji Nuan happened to walk in front of him. She raised her eyes and looked at his stern face. Suddenly, when there was no flight attendant passing by, she stood up on tiptoes and said something in his ear. : "Husband, after a few days of careful consideration, I have finally decided."
Hearing this, the man glanced at her calmly, as if he was looking at a lunatic.
After Ji Nuan had built up her mind, she was ready to feel more frustrated and braver. Facing his eyes like this, she still smiled, looked into his calm black eyes with a smile, and whispered: "I decided...even if you put a knife to my neck, I will not agree to divorce."
The man had no expression just now, but her words restored his usual indifference. Before he could speak, Ji Nuan slipped back to her seat, fastened her seat belt and picked up a magazine in front of her. Looking through it, I was eagerly looking forward to flying back to Haicheng as soon as possible.
Mo Jingshen never said anything, and he really didn't intend to discuss too much about divorce or not with her on the plane.
It was just that after Ji Nuan read the magazine for a while, she would either reach out to pat him and ask him to ask the flight attendant for a glass of water, or ask for a blanket or headphones. She would try her best to talk to him almost every half hour, even though All he got was an indifferent response from the man, as if he was turning a blind eye. Ji Nuan still enjoyed it and patted his hand again half an hour later.
Mo Jingshen's expression became a little colder and he glanced at her.
Ji Nuan put the magazine in front of him seriously, pointed to the French paragraph on the last page of the magazine and asked, "I have never studied French, so I don't know these. Don't you know the languages of many countries? What is this paragraph about?" "
The man looked at her poor acting skills and her attitude of simply looking for words, and had no intention of paying any attention to her.
Ji Nuan pointed to the French section and asked, "Just translate it into Chinese for me. I don't think it's very long, just two or three sentences at most."
Mo Jingshen glanced at the passage she pointed at again, his eyes deep, but he never helped her translate it.
The plane will land in Haicheng in about three hours. Ji Nuan has been reading that paragraph. There happened to be a French student sitting on the other side of the aisle with a Chinese-French dictionary in his hand. Ji Nuan borrowed the dictionary and Look at it word by word.
Finally, she took a pen and wrote the translated content on her boarding pass.
It's a great experience, it's a great experience, it's a great experience.
No matter what happens, if a person truly loves you, he/she will eventually come back as time goes by.
Ji Nuan returned the dictionary to the French student, and then placed the words he had just written in front of Mo Jingshen.
She looked at him with burning eyes: "Did I translate correctly?"
Mo Jingshen glanced at the whole line of "Juanxiu" she wrote on the boarding pass. He didn't say anything for a long time, but his eyes were cold. Finally, when Ji Nuan came up to him and asked him, he looked at him with a look in his eyes. Like a knife, it was enough to scratch her, and his tone was indifferent: "There are many meanings in French. People who are passionate about themselves usually translate a very simple sentence into something extremely romantic. Generally speaking, it is still the fault of being passionate about yourself. .”
The smile on Ji Nuan's lips did not become shallower, but rather deepened: "It's better to be sentimental than to be inhumane."