Moreover, the noodles were already cold and completely stuck together. He really hadn't even touched them in the past few hours.
Ji Nuan suspected that after she brought in the bowl of noodles, he didn't even look at it, let alone touch or eat it.
Even if you are hungry, you are not going to eat what she cooks
Is the ten-year distance between you and him really so difficult to bridge
Ji Nuan didn't say anything, just looked at the man's back, walked over suddenly, picked up the bowl of cold noodles, turned around and left without saying a word, but still couldn't control his strength when he walked out of the study. , the study door was slammed shut, and there was a loud "bang".
The man in the study paused for a moment with his hand on the mouse, and then continued his previous work without leaving a trace.
Only ten minutes later, the man got up and walked out of the study just because he heard the sound of eating.
When she opened the door, she saw Ji Nuan placing the bowl of cold and sticky noodles on the coffee table. She was sitting on the sofa, holding a pair of chopsticks and lowering her head to eat seriously.
"What are you doing?"
This was probably the first time Mo Jingshen had spoken to her since he woke up from two months of sleep.
But it still has no temperature.
Ji Nuan ate the cold and now quite unpalatable noodles in silence. She ignored him and continued to put the noodles that could no longer be connected into her mouth.
Mo Jingshen looked at her with a serious look, walked over, and moved the bowl of noodles away from her eyes: "The noodles are already cold, what else are you eating? Are you deliberately trying to offend your stomach?"
Ji Nuan raised her hand with a very indifferent expression and wiped the corner of her mouth stained by some soup, then raised her eyes to look at him: "If you don't eat, there is nothing wrong with your stomach. I just ate a few mouthfuls of cold noodles. What can I do? How can I be so fragile? The things you don't eat are made by me with good intentions. If you don't eat them, I will eat them myself."
The man looked at her with almost unreasonable eyes. Seeing Ji Nuan's firm expression, he raised his eyebrows coldly and poured out the bowl of noodles without letting her eat any more.
The noodles were gone, so Ji Nuan didn't say anything, put the chopsticks on the coffee table, and just sat on the sofa watching the man throw the empty bowl on the table.
"Mo Jingshen, are you afraid that I will get a stomachache or a stomach ache after eating something cold? Are you feeling sorry for me?" she asked.
The man didn't look at her. Some soup stains had just splashed on his hands. He took out the paper towel on the coffee table and wiped his hands expressionlessly. At the same time, he said expressionlessly: "I don't want you to get a stomachache. You will wake up tomorrow morning because of a stomachache." Call the doctor and waste my time."
"Is it difficult to admit that you can't let me go?" Ji Nuan looked at her intently.
A sarcastic smile appeared on the man's expressionless face. He glanced at her coldly: "Being sentimental is a disease, Ji Nuan, you are very ill."
"Probably, he is indeed very ill." Ji Nuan leaned back on the sofa and looked in his direction: "You are obviously so cold and unfeeling to me, but I feel that you actually love me very much."
The man's face could no longer be described as expressionless.
But a deeper coldness and determination.
There was an eerie silence in the air. The man didn't speak, and Ji Nuan didn't speak again.
There was a whistling wind outside the window, blowing in front of the window, and there were gusts of wind, blowing away this special kind of tranquility.
"It's one o'clock in the morning." He didn't look at her and whispered in an indifferent tone: "Turn off the lights and go back to the bedroom to sleep."
If you listen carefully, you can still hear the coolness of a lot of ice shards falling on the ground from his words that sound like he cares about her.
This man is really...
Ji Nuan had to wonder if, after ten years of wandering, when she was framed and imprisoned, he would feel extremely happy when he heard the news, instead of what she had done before. Just like in the dream, at the moment she vomited blood and died, he suddenly appeared in prison...
Maybe the dream is really just a dream.
His attitude seemed to be that he was really disgusted with her. He hadn't seen her in ten years, so how could he have any unnecessary thoughts about her life and death
Just an irrelevant person.
Just like now, she seemed to be a person who had nothing to do with him.
"When will you go to bed?" Ji Nuan leaned on the sofa and did not move.
Mo Jingshen said calmly without raising his eyes: "I will rest when I want to sleep. I don't need you to worry about it."
"But I want you to sleep with me in your arms." Ji Nuan looked at his face and said sincerely, "Like before."
Mo Jingshen frowned, and turned to look at her coldly: "Are you so active in humiliating yourself now?"
Ji Nuan looked at his face under the dim light through the light of the floor lamp, and said calmly and sincerely: "You always like to sleep with me in your arms..."
The man smiled coldly, raising the corners of his lips indifferently, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "That was Mo Jingshen from the first ten months, not me."
Ji Nuan suddenly stood up and walked towards him. The dark night always gave people inexplicable courage. She wanted to hug him, or let him hug her. Ever since he woke up, he had not even been willing to touch her hand. , let alone being hugged.
Maybe if you hug him, he will be moved. If you hug him, he will come back, and he will not be like this again.
However, before she came closer, Mo Jingshen was already silent. As if he saw her purpose, he turned and walked away when her hand was about to touch him, and entered the study without looking back.
The light from the only floor lamp in the living room lengthened her shadow and cast it long on the ground.
Ji Nuan looked at the study door that had been closed again, stood there for a while, and then felt the pain gradually rising in his stomach.
Mo Jingshen really knew her. She could survive any major disasters, storms and waves, but she could suffer from a minor cold, a fever or even eating something cold during her period. crime.
The bowl of noodles just now was cold and sticky, so you really shouldn't eat it.
She raised her hand to cover her stomach. After standing for a while, she couldn't hold it anymore. She turned around and sat down on the sofa. She curled up on the sofa and clutched her increasingly painful stomach with her hand. The door of the study kept opening. Closed, no movement.
The living room was also so quiet that it felt a little lonely.
Ji Nuan raised her eyes while enduring the pain in her stomach. The tears that were forcefully forced back into her eyes made her vision blurred a bit. She looked at the light of the floor lamp and curled up on the sofa uncomfortably.
It hurt, but she was asking for it. When she was eating those noodles just now, she didn't know if she had some irrational self-abuse mentality.
Will he feel bad
The result was that he had no intention of caring about her.
He personally pampered her into such a loving little princess, but in the end he cruelly pushed her back into the cold cage and ignored her.
It is not suitable to eat cold food in the six months after the miscarriage. The stomach and stomach cannot bear the irritation. Ji Nuan covers the waves of pain in her stomach and buries her face into the back of the sofa, hoping to wait for this pain to go away. past.