Although Ji Nuan was not seriously injured when she fell down the stairs in the Royal Garden yesterday, her forehead was slightly red near her hairline.
She usually rarely uses foundation except for nude lipstick, so the area on her forehead is not covered. When she lowers her head and raises her head like this, the loose strands of hair fall back. He lifted it a little, revealing the red patch on his forehead.
The way she held the cup in front of him froze because of the man's gaze on her forehead. Neither of them spoke. The huge space was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop, except for the inexplicable sound of Ji Nuan's heartbeat. is extremely obvious.
The man looked at her and said in a low voice: "Ji Nuan, I never joke. Since the word divorce has been mentioned, it should be done completely."
He just stood in front of her, not taking the water glass in her hand, but looking down at her lightly. The light in the living room fell on her head, as if it was covered with a layer of light silver.
He is cool and cold, and even though he smells very strong of alcohol, it does not affect his handsomeness and charm in the slightest.
Mo Jingshen.
He is Mo Jingshen.
Ji Nuan reminds herself all the time that no matter how cruel or unfeeling he is to her now, when he rushes out in that black Bentley to protect her with his life, she can't lose any temper with him. .
Maybe it was just a broken dream, maybe it was just that he walked into reality and saw the real him.
"Stop pestering me. I don't like pestering." He never raised his hand to take her water glass.
Seeing the man turn around and leave without looking back, Ji Nuan felt instantly filled with a sense of powerlessness and a feeling of blockage in his heart.
The moment he heard the door open, the glass in Ji Nuan's hand fell to the ground. The man did not look back in front of the door, but paused for a moment.
Seeing him standing there without moving, and seeing him pause for a moment, Ji Nuan turned around and walked over, stood behind him, looked at his back, stared at him for a long time, and then slowly raised his head. She carefully put her hands behind his back to hug him.
She had wanted to hug him before, but had never been so cautious.
She couldn't see the man's deep brows, but could only feel the man's hands cruelly and mercilessly trying to pull her hands away from him. Ji Nuan hugged him tightly and didn't let go. She didn't speak, and neither did he. , the two figures were engaged in a silent fight, her arms and his hands entangled in a struggle.
But Ji Nuan's strength was still no match for him. He directly pulled her hand away and threw her back mercilessly. Ji Nuan's body took a few steps back and hit the wine bottle beside the wall. The few bottles of wine inside fell out of the cabinet and shattered all over the floor. Red, white, and various colors of wine were mixed together and flowed to her feet.
Feeling the coolness flowing from her feet, Ji Nuan shivered suddenly, looked at the ground, then raised her head to look at the man in front of the door.
The blood seemed to solidify in the body, turning into ice-blood-like temperature little by little, and then solidifying into ice little by little.
Cold to the bone.
Without saying a word, she suddenly leaned down and stepped on the debris on the floor to pick up the debris.
Mo Jingshen turned his eyes and saw Ji Nuan stepping on the debris with his bare feet. He didn't raise his eyelids lightly and said in a cold voice: "Ji Nuan, hurting yourself to get my attention is the stupidest behavior. You are under your feet." The extra wounds will not move me, it will only make you unable to work for several days, delaying the business, and it will only make me see your stupidity and boredom."
Ji Nuan squatted on the ground, as if she didn't hear his words. She avoided the fragments with her feet, but she was still scratched to some extent. She ducked to the side, and then went to pick up the fragments. After picking up part of it, she said calmly: "I didn't hurt myself."
"Really?" He looked at the small but obvious blood stains at her feet: "It's a good idea to take care of yourself."
After saying that, he went straight out the door.
Hearing the door opening and closing, Ji Nuan's hands were still mechanically and numbly picking up the fragments. He seemed to feel no pain when he stepped on the fragments. He got up, got a mop and a broom, and swept away the fragments. After a moment, she turned around and found a long trail of blood on the ground that she had stepped on.
She simply threw the things in her hands into the corner, and then sat on the ground where there were still many pieces. She sat and watched as several bottles of wine fell. Only the top half was broken, and there were still some pieces underneath. Less than half of the wine is still in the bottle.
Ji Nuan picked up one of them and didn't know what year it was. In short, the wine that Mo Jingshen could keep at home would be cheap.
She avoided the broken bottle and took a sip.
It tastes very strange, a bit bitter.
She picked up the other half bottle and, still trying to avoid cutting her mouth, raised her head and poured a sip into her mouth.
Tsk, it’s still bitter.
I tasted several bottles in a row and they all tasted bitter.
She smashed her mouth and licked the corners of her mouth, only to realize that it was the bitterness in her mouth that was unstoppable.
After wiping her mouth, she looked at the expensive wine all over the floor, and she really didn't want to waste it. Forget about the ones spilled on the floor, there was still some at the bottom of the bottles. At least it was worth it after drinking it.
I took another sip. This time it was not so bitter, but a little astringent. I continued to taste another sip, the same taste.
The woman who was not good at drinking sat on the ground with her bare white and tender feet, picking up one bottle after another, and finally drank several broken bottles to the bottom. She squinted her eyes and looked at The door was quietly closed, and there was no trace of Mo Jingshen. He turned back to look out the window.
Oh, so many stars.
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The black ghost was speeding on the road. Not long after Mo Jingshen left, he went to a nearby pharmacy to buy some medicine for injuries.
When she got off the car, she was about to hand the medicine to the security guard and ask the security guard of Olan International to bring it to her. As soon as she got off the car, she suddenly stopped in her tracks. She raised her eyes and saw a woman in a skirt on the balcony of the 18th floor. The woman was sitting on the edge, her two injured feet still dangling, and it looked like a strong wind could blow her down from the 18th floor.
Mo Jingshen's expression darkened, he suddenly slammed the car door, picked up his cell phone and called Ji Nuan directly.
The woman was still on the balcony and didn't move. She didn't know whether her cell phone was inside or carried with her in her hand. It rang for a long time before she finally picked it up.
The moment the phone was picked up, Mo Jingshen's voice was cold: "Ji Nuan, what are you doing?"
The woman's voice on the phone came vaguely: "Ah? Me? What am I doing? I'm... looking at the stars... "
Mo Jingshen raised his eyes and looked at the balcony on the 18th floor. The woman's legs were still swinging back and forth, one hand was raised to her ear, and she was answering the phone.
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(One update missing, will be made up tomorrow.)