He was more affectionate than time - Chapter 833

“I’m not good,” the man’s blood almost dried up, but the smell was still there. His arm was around her waist again, and his low voice soothed him. “I’m wrong about this. You’ve been cold for me for a month. I’ve learned enough lessons. What decisions I make in the future will give priority to your feelings and try to discuss with you. You don’t ignore me, eh?”

Wenyi did not speak for a long time, neither continued to argue, nor let go of it.

Mo Shichen approaches, pecks and kisses her cheek gently, has not once the kiss.

“Well,” Wenyi smelled the smell of blood and wine mixed with his body, and some of them wrinkled their noses. “I’ll tell you more about it. You’re so tossed. Maybe you’re a short-lived ghost. It’s just smell. The doctor said you have a concussion. Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

The man looked at her and nodded his head. “Headache, dizziness, a bit of vomiting, very uncomfortable.”

“……”

She didn’t know whether he said it was true or not, but although his car accident was not serious, it wasn’t nothing. She immediately got up and said to him, “lie down and rest, let the nurse take care of you. I’ll go home and bring something later.”

When Mo Shichen got up, he held her hand and smiled at the words. His skinned fingers pinched her soft fingers. “No, I’ll scrub them. I’ll put on the sick clothes for one night. The clothes will be brought by Kangding in the morning. You don’t have to walk several times.”

Wenyi thought, “well, I’ll get the hot towel You smell so bad. ”

In the end, it’s a tone of disrespect.

Mo Chen is not angry, but a very good mood, eyes with doting, “good.”

Wenyi is not a dull person, on the contrary, she is also very sharp. After this accident, there is always a little unspeakable difference in this man. But she can’t tell exactly what it is.

But it didn’t seem to matter. She didn’t spend much time together. She took off her coat, pulled up the cuffs of her sweater, and turned to the bathroom.

Basically she just turned body, when Mo Chen’s face dotes on with the smile light to disperse.

He raised his hand and held his brow.

The brain is dizzy, long and shallow dull pain, and crowded in the brain, too late to comb a lot of content.

He began to trance again.

Wenyi quickly wet the towel with hot water, then wring it dry and went back to the ward. He bent over and wiped his face carefully. His face was frowning, but his movements were gentle and meticulous.

She was wearing a light yellow warm sweater with black hair over her ears. She was half gentle and half neat, and her face was white and pure.

Mo Shichen looks at her like this. After a long time, the pupils will be silent and lax.

Her name spilled from his throat, “job’s tears.”

“What’s the matter? It hurts you?”

His voice was smooth and hoarse. “Haven’t you had long hair for so many years?”

Wenyi was shocked, but he didn’t want to ask suddenly, but he didn’t think much, just casually replied, “it seems that it’s right. I used to think that it’s convenient to manage short hair, and it’s also suitable for me. Later, I thought about saving long hair, but it was always cut off soon.”

“Before you marry me?”

He asked the ordinary, Wenyi also when he was chatting with her, half distracted answer, “when I was in college, it was short hair.”

Strangely, before he lost his memory, he didn’t remember what she looked like for the first time in real sense, nor did he completely forget it. Maybe there will be a similar image when he mentions it, but that’s all.

When Lawrence arranged his blind date with her, Wynn lay belonged to – Oh, I seem to have met a woman who was familiar with her, but there was no more label impression and idea.

But more than half an hour ago, when the sharp pain and blurring of the brain gradually lifted the clouds, the first thing to become clear was the casual glance of more than ten years.

Maybe she said it, and subconsciously remembered it, so when the memory came, the first thing that rushed to him was the first sight that he forgot and she mentioned.

That Wenyi, with this Wenyi in front of him, is really not like a person.

Sixteen? Seventeen? I should not be eighteen.

At that time, it should have been long hair, but it didn’t spread out. Instead, it carefully made a coiled hair. The style is not as reserved as it is now. Some of it is deliberately loose. On both sides of the forehead, there are broken long hair, and the makeup is very fresh. Because it’s a party or a cocktail party and other occasions, I wear a thin wreath shaped hair ornament, wearing a light blue long skirt, covered with a layer of tulle It’s a very young girl, with a kind of fairy spirit peculiar to oriental girls.

At that time, her character should be far less than later self-contained and calm, which can be easily distinguished from happiness, anger, sorrow and joy.

At that time, he should be fed up with waves of people coming up to talk with each other and know each other. Then he took advantage of the gap and flashed to the dark part of the garden to make a picture of peace.

Then I ran into her and confessed with a man. I was impressed by a French man, who seemed to be her senior.

His character is not very good, but it seems to be very good. When he sees this kind of thing, he quietly hides on one side, waiting for two people to leave, and then he goes out.Hearing her confession, he was so nervous that he almost didn’t laugh.

She was mercilessly rejected.

It seems that the man’s family background is very good, and his appearance is also very good. The woman’s fate should be excellent. At that time, it was probably because no one was around, and Wen’s confession was really too encouraging and nervous, and he was ridiculed when he came.

He stood in the shadow, light thinking, no product.

She has bad eyes for such a man.

He was not a meddler. He didn’t want to interfere. He was just Wenyi. At that time, he looked at him and was nervous. He didn’t expect that there was a kind of honey persistence after he was rejected. He had to hold on to the man’s sleeve and ask him why he accepted her gift and showed his love to balara since he didn’t like her.

The man was probably annoyed with her. He sneered and said that he just wanted to try Chinese women, but she was too coy and conservative. He was not interested in pure love with her, and her chest was too small and her body was too flat, so he had shifted his goal.

At that time, he leaned out his head a little bit and took a special look at her figure

Then I saw the angry little consultant who played for ten minutes and slapped him in the face.

He stopped his hand when her wrist was nearly broken. The most clear thing to remember is that she was scared to scream. When she saw someone help her, she straightened out and said, “you scum, you want to hit me. Tomorrow I’ll let my brother hit you and lure a traitor.”