After a few seconds of silence, the man suddenly parked the car on the side of the road. His long and powerful fingers suddenly fell on her chin, and he forced her face to face him. His eyes were deep and cold, and he repeated in an aggravated tone. Again: "I say it again, don't get angry with me here."
Ji Nuan raised her hand and waved his hand away, with a cold smile on her lips: "Do you think I'm making trouble? Mo Jingshen, I pulled out all the thorns on my body, so I face you naked every day, have I ever made trouble?"
He also looked into her eyes and said calmly: "There is no need to suppress your nature to this point. You are what you should be. What you can do or make trouble is all your own. The mask is on your face." After wearing it for a long time and finally unable to take it off, is it possible that it’s still my fault?”
Ji Nuan looked into his eyes and slowly narrowed her eyes: "Do you want me to turn back to the Ji Nuan I once was?"
Mo Jingshen tugged at the corner of his lips and sneered, "You don't know what you have been like before?"
Ji Nuan opened her mouth, then paused, and suddenly said one word: "Okay."
She suddenly pushed away his hand on his chin, but failed to push it away.
The force on his finger was two points heavier without leaving any trace: "You can't get off the car here, I'm not kidding, don't seek death here, eh?"
"Does my life and death still concern you?"
"No, but at least it's not morally allowed for me to just watch you get off the car and die."
"You really answered in a cold and direct manner."
He retracted his hand, no longer holding her chin, and turned around to drive again. His voice was low and his true emotions could not be heard: "My words have been made clearly enough. You should have seen the facts clearly. There is no point in deceiving yourself."
"Mo Jingshen, do you still remember what I was like before?" Ji Nuan suddenly asked, but when she asked this question, her expression was too calm.
The man didn't answer.
It was as if she had no intention of hearing his answer.
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It was already very late when I was sent back to Yuyuan.
Ji Nuan came out of the bathroom, wearing a nightgown over her nightgown. Her long washed hair was wrapped in a towel. She picked up the hair dryer, plugged it in, pulled off the towel, and started blowing her semi-wet hair.
It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when Mo Jingshen sent her back to Yuyuan. Because it was too late, he did not drive away again.
This was also the first time that he came back to stay in Yuyuan after the two of them returned to China for such a long time.
Although he didn't go back to the master bedroom, he was still in the study room before.
Not long after, Ji Nuan touched her dried hair, let go, and put down the hair dryer. She combed her hair while looking at herself in the mirror.
The past few days at the mountainside villa really felt like being on a forced vacation. She had to put down all work, busyness and all social activities. The three daily meals were almost cooked according to her taste. Occasionally, new flavors came to her. Eat, if she doesn't eat, the mute servant won't force her to eat, and will cook according to her favorite taste.
Unexpectedly, after a week of rest, she seemed to be in a much better mental state. She had gained at least three pounds in this week, and her cheeks were much rosier.
If Shi Niange hadn't been forced into a helpless situation, Ji Nuan would have almost suspected Xiao Luye's true purpose.
But now she still doubts his purpose.
The man named Xiao was always looking at her, as if there was something on her face worthy of his attention.
But now that she has left the Mid-level Villa, she is not in the mood to think about whether this person is good or bad. After all, it has nothing to do with her.
There was a knock on the door suddenly. Ji Nuan got up and opened the door. Mrs. Chen was holding a cup of red dates and white fungus soup in her hand.
Seeing that Ji Nuan was still awake, Mrs. Chen whispered, "Mr. Mo hasn't been back for a long time. I heard from the Mo family that he has been too busy in the past few months and often works overtime at the company. He probably stays up late. I It's rare to see him come back, so I made some stew to replenish his body and wanted to give it to him as a midnight snack, but I saw that the door of Mr. Mo's study was closed, so I didn't dare to knock on it."
"Pour it down, he won't eat it."
Mrs. Chen was stunned: "But Mr. Mo, he..."
"I'm tired and I plan to take a rest. If there's nothing else to do, I'll close the door first."
Seeing that Ji Nuan really didn't want to say anything, Mrs. Chen quickly pushed the bowl into Ji Nuan's hand: "Madam, you can do it yourself..."
Ji Nuan closed the door and looked at the red dates and white fungus soup in her hand.
She might as well eat it herself.
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Ji Nuan finally knocked on the study door, but there was no response from inside.
Ji Nuan, however, continued to knock patiently. He was not impatient and kept tapping his fingers on the door panel regularly for several minutes.
Until the door of the study was finally opened by someone inside, the man stood in front of the door, his indifferent eyes fell on her nightgown, his eyes clear: "Is something wrong?"
Ji Nuan handed him the bowl in her hand and said very nonchalantly: "Sister Chen cooked the red dates and white fungus, and asked me to bring it to you."
Not only did she mean what she said, but she also didn't mean anything in the bowl.
Because she had almost drank half the bowl.
Looking at the red dates and half of the bowl of white fungus soup that were missing for no reason, the man said with an expressionless face: "You can drink it yourself if you like. There is no need to send the remaining half to me."
"It's as if you would drink it even if I brought a whole bowl."
Mo Jingshen didn't answer her words, and he didn't block the door anymore. This was the Royal Garden, and Mrs. Chen and the other servants were mostly Mr. Mo's spies. He was not too cold and decisive, so he kept the door open for her. Whether he wanted to leave or come in, he didn't stop him.
Seeing the man turn around and go in, Ji Nuan saw that he was not working, but reading some translation materials. The computer on the table was open, but it only stayed on the desktop wallpaper page, which meant that he had just turned it on, but He didn't use the computer either. Some other company documents that were automatically printed by the printer in the study room were still placed next to the computer and had not been signed yet. This meant that there was no urgent document that needed to be signed, and it also meant that he was not busy tonight.
Ji Nuan walked over. When the man put away the translation materials, she walked up to him and watched the man put the translation materials into the bookshelf.
Mo Jingshen didn't say a word during the whole process, but after Ji Nuan looked at him with "scorching" eyes for a long time, he picked up the company documents next to the computer, and before opening them, he turned to look at her: " Do you plan to keep watching me work here?"
"Can't you?" Ji Nuan tilted her head, as if smiling, but there seemed to be an obvious sharp edge in her clear eyes.
Mo Jingshen ignored her, picked up the company documents that he was not in a hurry to sign, and began to read them, still treating her as a transparent person.