Chapter 387: Mo Jingshen Raised His Eyes and Looked at Ji Nuan on the Balcony on the 18th Floor...

Although Ji Nuan was not seriously injured when he fell down the stairs in Yuyuan yesterday, his forehead was a little red near the hairline.

She doesn't usually use foundation except for a nude lipstick, so the part on her forehead is not covered. When she bows her head and looks up, the strands of hair fall back. A little bit, revealing the red patch on his forehead.

She held the cup in front of him and froze for a moment because of the man's gaze on her forehead. Neither of them spoke. The huge space was as quiet as a needle falling, but Ji Nuan's heartbeat was inexplicable. is particularly obvious.

The man looked at her and said in a low voice, "Ji Nuan, I never joke about it. Since the word divorce has been mentioned, it should be completely broken."

He just stood in front of her like this, without taking the water glass in her hand, he just looked down at her lightly, the light in the living room fell on top of her head, as if it was covered with a layer of pale silver.

Clear and cool, even though he smelled of alcohol, it didn't affect his handsomeness and attractiveness.

Ink depth of field.

He is Mo Jingshen.

Ji Nuan reminded herself all the time that no matter how ruthless and heartless he was to him now, when he rushed out in that black Bentley to protect her behind his life, she couldn't lose any temper to him. .

Maybe it's just a broken dream, maybe it's just walking into reality and seeing the real him.

"Stop entanglement, I don't like entanglement." He never raised his hand to pick up her water glass from beginning to end.

Seeing that the man turned and left without turning his head, Ji Nuan seemed to be instantly filled with a sense of powerlessness, and his heart was full of blockage.

The moment he heard the door open, the glass in Ji Nuan's hand fell instantly, and the man didn't look back in front of the door, but stopped for a moment.

Seeing him standing there without moving, seeing the moment when he stopped, Ji Nuan turned around and walked over, stood behind him, looked at his back, stared at him for a long time, and then slowly lifted up Hands, carefully hugged him behind his back.

She wanted to hug him before, how could she be so careful.

She couldn't see the man's deep eyebrows and eyes, but could only feel the man's hand cruelly and ruthlessly pulling her hand away from him, Ji Nuan hugged him tightly, she didn't speak, and he didn't speak either. , Silently, the two figures are like a quiet fight, her two arms and his hands are entangled in a fight.

But Ji Nuan's strength was still no match for him. He directly pulled her hand away, and at the same time threw her back mercilessly. Ji Nuan's body took a few steps back and hit the wine beside the wall. In the cabinet, the few bottles of wine in it all fell out, smashed all over the floor, red and white wine of various colors mixed together and dripped under her feet.

Feeling the coolness flowing under his feet, Ji Nuan shivered coldly, looked at the ground, raised his eyes again, and looked at the man in front of the door.

The blood seemed to solidify in the body, turning into ice-like temperature little by little, and then little by little solidified into ice.

Cold to the bone.

Without saying a word, she suddenly leaned down and stepped on the debris on the ground to pick them up.

Mo Jingshen turned his eyes and saw Ji Nuan stepping on the debris with his bare feet, his eyelids were not lifted, and he said coldly, "Ji Nuan, it's the most stupid thing to do to get my attention by hurting yourself, under your feet. The extra wounds won't move me, it will only make you unable to work for a few days in a row, delaying the business, and it will only show me your stupidity and boredom."

Ji Nuan squatted on the ground, as if she didn't hear what he said, and avoided the debris under her feet, but she was still scratched somewhat. She ducked to the side, then went to pick up the debris, and after picking up some of it, she said calmly: "I didn't hurt myself."

"Really?" He looked at the small but obvious bloodstains at her feet: "It's good to do it yourself."

The words fell, and went straight out the door.

Hearing the door opening and closing, Ji Nuan's hand was still picking up the pieces mechanically and numbly.

She didn't seem to feel any pain when she stepped on the debris. She got up and took a mop and broom over, and swept the debris. She turned around and found that she had stepped on a long string of blood on the ground.

She simply threw the thing in her hand to the corner of the wall, and then sat on the ground with a lot of debris, sitting on the side and watching a few bottles of wine fell apart, only the top half shattered, and the bottom part was broken. 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, Mo Jingshen could keep it at home, and it wouldn't be cheap.

She avoided the broken bottle and raised her head to take a sip.

Weird taste, a bit bitter.

She picked up the other half of the bottle, still in a way that would avoid cutting her mouth, she raised her head and poured a mouthful.

Gee, it's still painful.

After trying several bottles in a row, it was bitter.

She smashed her mouth and licked the corner of her mouth, only to realize that it was her mouth that was bitter and unstoppable.

After wiping her mouth, she looked at the expensive wine all over the floor, and was really reluctant to waste it. Forget the ones spilled on the ground, there are still some at the bottom of these bottles, and at least they are worth drinking.

I took another sip, this time it was not so bitter, but a little astringent. I continued to try another sip, the same taste.

The woman who was not drinking well sat on the ground with her bare white and tender feet, picked up one bottle after another, and finally drank all the broken bottles to the bottom. She squinted and looked at Quietly closed the door, Mo Jingshen was nowhere to be seen, and he looked back at the window again.

Oh, so many stars.

...

Black Gust was galloping on the road, and Mo Jingshen left shortly after, and went to the nearby pharmacy to buy some wound medicine.

When she got out of the car, she was about to hand over the medicine to the security guard, and asked the security guard of Oran International to deliver the medicine to her. As soon as she got out of the car, she suddenly stopped, and when she raised her eyes, she saw a man in a skirt on the balcony of the eighteenth floor. The woman was sitting on the edge, her two injured feet were still dangling, seeing that a random gale could blow her down from the eighteenth floor.

Mo Jingshen's face sank, he closed the car door heavily, picked up his mobile phone and called Ji Nuan directly.

The woman still didn't move on the balcony, and she didn't know whether the phone was placed in it or held 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 turned cold: "Ji Nuan, what are you doing?"

The woman's voice on the phone came in a daze: "Ah? Me? What am I doing? I'm... looking at the stars..."

Mo Jingshen raised his eyes and looked at the balcony on the eighteenth floor. The woman's legs were still dangling back and forth, and one hand was raised to her ear, answering the phone.

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(One less change, make up tomorrow.)