Moreover, the noodles were already cold and they were completely together. He had never even touched them in the past few hours.

Ji Nuan suspected that after she brought in the bowl of noodles, he probably hadn't even looked at it, let alone touching or eating it.

Even if you are hungry, don't plan to eat what she cooks?

Is the distance between him and this decade really so difficult to cross?

Ji Nuan didn't say anything, just looked at the man's back, walked over suddenly, picked up the bowl of cold face, turned around without saying a word, but when he walked out of the study room, he still couldn't control his strength. The door of the study room was closed heavily, and a loud "bang" sound came.

The man in the study paused for a moment when he placed his hand on the mouse, and then continued his previous work silently without any trace.

Only a dozen minutes later, the man got up and walked out of the study, just because he heard the movement of eating.

When she opened the door, she saw Ji Nuan put the bowl of cold and sticky noodles on the coffee table. She sat on the sofa, holding a pair of chopsticks and eating seriously.

"What are you doing?"

This is probably the first time Mo Jingshen said to her since she woke up from sleeping for two months.

But it still has no temperature.

Ji Nuan ate the cold and now quite unpalatable noodles in silence, ignored him and continued to squeeze the noodles that could no longer be connected into his mouth.

Mo Jingshen looked at her with a deep look, walked over, and moved the bowl of noodles away from her eyes: "The noodles are already cold, what else are you eating? I'm trying to get along with my stomach?"

Ji Nuan raised her hand and wiped the corner of her mouth that was stained with some soup. She raised her eyes to look at him: "If you don't eat, there's no problem with your stomach. I just eat a few bites of cold noodles, so what can I do? How can I be so fragile? What you don't eat is made by me kindly. If you don't eat, I will eat it yourself."

The man looked at her and looked at her like this with an almost unreasonable look. When he saw Ji Nuan's very firm expression, he raised his eyebrows coldly and poured out the bowl of noodles directly, not letting her eat it again.

The noodles were gone, and Ji Nuan didn't say much, put the chopsticks on the coffee table, and sat on the sofa and watched the man throw the empty bowl on the table.

"Mo Jingshen, are you afraid that my stomach or stomachache after eating cold food? Are you feeling sorry for me?" she asked.

The man didn't look at her. The soup stains splashed on his hands just now. He took out the tissue from the coffee table and wiped his hands expressionlessly. At the same time, he said with a blank expression: "I don't want you to suffer from stomach problems. I wake up tomorrow morning and call the doctor because of stomach pain, which will delay my time."

"Is it difficult to admit that you can't let me go at all?" Ji Nuan looked at her with a steady look.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the man's expressionless face. He glanced at her coldly: "It's a disease to be self-indulgent, Ji Nuan, you're very sick."

"Probably, I'm really sick." Ji Nuan leaned back on the sofa and looked in his direction: "You are obviously so cold and heartless to me, but I think you actually love me very much."

The man's expression can no longer be described as a blank expression.

But deeper coldness and determination.

A strange silence fell into the air. The man did not speak, and Ji Nuan did not speak anymore.

There was a whistling wind outside the window, and gusts of wind came, blowing away this different silence.

"It's one o'clock in the morning." He didn't look at her and whispered in a low tone: "Turn off the lights and go back to the bedroom to go to bed."

If you listen carefully, you can also hear the chill of ice slags falling on the ground from what he sounded like to care about her.

This man is really...

Ji Nuan had to doubt whether he would be very happy when he heard the news after ten years of wandering, when she was framed and imprisoned in prison, rather than just like the dream she had ever had, when she suddenly appeared in prison when she vomited blood and died...

Maybe dreaming is really just dreaming.

His attitude seemed to be really disgusted with her. He hadn't appeared for 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 someone who had nothing to do with him.

"When will you sleep?" Ji Nuan leaned against the sofa without moving.

Mo Jingshen said without raising his eyes: "I will rest when I want to sleep, and you don't need to worry about this."

"But I want you to hold me to sleep." Ji Nuan looked at his face and said sincerely: "Like it used to be."

Mo Jingshen frowned and looked at her coldly in a blink of an eye: "Are you so proactive in even bringing humiliation to yourself now?"

Ji Nuan looked at his face under the dim light under the light of the floor lamp, and said frankly and sincerely: "You have always liked to sleep with me..."

The man smiled coldly, and he curled the corners of his lips indifferently, but his 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 darkness always made people feel inexplicably courageous. She wanted to hug him or let him hug herself. Since he woke up, he was reluctant to touch her hand, let alone be hugged.

Maybe he will be moved if he hugs it, and he will come back and he will not be like this again.

However, before she got closer, Mo Jingshen stopped talking. He seemed to see her purpose. He turned around and left when her hand was about to touch him, and entered the study without looking back.

The only floor lamp in the living room stretched out her shadow and cast a long shot on the ground.

Ji Nuan looked at the door of the study that was closed again, stood there for a while, and then felt the pain gradually emerged from her stomach.

Mo Jingshen really knows her. She can survive any major disasters, disasters, storms, and waves. But some small colds, fevers, or even menstruation and eating some cold food can make her suffer.

The bowl of noodles just now was cold and sticky, so I really shouldn't have eaten it.

She raised her hand to cover her stomach. After standing for a while, she couldn't hold on. She turned around and sat down on the sofa, curled up on the sofa, and covered her stomach that was getting more and more painful. The door of the study room was closed without any movement.

The living room was also quiet and made people feel a little quiet.

Ji Nuan held back the pain in her stomach and raised her eyes. The tears that were forced back into her eyes blurred her vision a little. Looking at the lights of the floor lamp, she curled up on the sofa in discomfort.

It hurts so much, but she also asked for it. When she was eating those noodles just now, she didn't know if she was a little irrational and self-abuse.

Will he feel distressed?

The fact is that he didn't plan to care about her.

He spoiled her into such a sweet little princess with his own hands, but in the end he cruelly pushed her back to the cold cage and ignored her.

It was not suitable for eating cold food in the past six months after the miscarriage, and the stomach and stomach could not be irritated. Ji Nuan covered the painful stomach and buried her face on the back of the sofa, wanting to wait for the pain to pass quickly.
Chapter completed!