He was more affectionate than time - Chapter 845

Wenyi nodded and let him lead to the restaurant.

A meal is almost the same as usual, but the words are less than usual, and the atmosphere is less.

But Mo Shichen didn’t seem to notice, nor did she tease or say anything to coax her like she was in a low mood, so naturally and normally she finished a meal.

After eating, Wenyi went upstairs with a cup of hot drink. He looked at her back with deep eyes, but did not stop her or follow her up.

She went back to her study alone, picked out a book on the bookshelf, went to the chair in front of the desk, sat down, opened it again, looked down, but Although she seemed to read every word, a complete sentence did not enter the brain.

Pregnant women are easy to be sad in spring and hurt in autumn, amplifying their emotions Yeah?

She even complained about the man. Even if he was doing something of his own in the middle of the night, his leaving in the middle of the night not only affected her sleep, but also seriously affected her mood.

Wen Yi thought so, as if he finally found a reason to express his resentment.

Later, when he came up, she just ignored him. She thought so, but she felt a lot more comfortable. The pregnant woman would suffer, and she had to find an excuse for him. It was his fault that made her unhappy.

It was so angry that the door was knocked on all of a sudden.

“Are you there, madam?”

It’s mother Su’s voice. Maybe it’s because she was thinking about him at the same time when she was complaining. When she knocked on the door just now, her heart moved, but it wasn’t him. There was some subtle disappointment in her heart.

“Yes, come in.”

Mother Su opened the door and came in, smiling kindly and softly. “Madam, the eldest son asked me to invite you down. He has something to look for you.”

Wenyi had a two-point resentment to him, and was not willing to say, “will he not come up to me if he has something?”

He also wants a pregnant woman to run up and down.

“This I don’t know, but since the eldest son said so, there may be something special. You can go there. ”

Wenyi sipped her lips, with some farfetched but nodded, “OK.”

She separated the books in her hand and set them aside. She got up and walked out the door.

Mother Su took her to the living room, and hurriedly took out a super thick overcoat to wrap it up and tie a scarf.

Wenyi did not understand, frowned and asked, “what about others? Would you like to take me out? But it’s very late now. ”

Although it’s not dark yet, because it’s snowing this morning, but it’s sunny in the afternoon. It’s sunny after snowing.

It’s almost sunset now. He takes her out?

“No, no, sir. It’s a nice day today. Let me take you to the garden.”

The snow hasn’t melted yet. It’s the coldest time. The weather is not bad.

However, Wenyi didn’t speak, and let Su’s mother play with her. After wearing it, she went out.

Cold as it is, beauty is really beautiful.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles on the white snow, and the two colors of cold and warm blend, forming a kind of beauty that can’t be destroyed.

Wenyi saw the figure of the man standing on the snow from afar.

He was standing on the grass which was not small in area and seemed to be open in the bleak cold air. He was tall and straight, handsome and straight. He was smiling with a light doting eyes on him and her, striking as another landscape.

Su’s mother, who knows the current affairs, unconsciously withdraws.

Wenyi walked towards him.

After stopping, he looked at him with one eye, and then looked at the bracket which he did not know how to use. It should have a board on it, which was covered with white cloth and blocked the content.

She plucked the red scarf buried under her chin and asked with a smile, “this is what you are going to give me?” While saying that she studied again, she soon came to the conclusion, “this is A picture, right

Send the painting to her. Mr. Mo has taken the line of literature and art.

The smile on Mo Chen’s lips did not increase or decrease, but he stepped back two steps and stood behind her. “Take a look first.”

Wenyi, who was disgusted by her arrogance, reached for the white cloth and said, “on such a cold day, you asked me to come out and see your paintings. You can’t see them in the study…”

Her voice came to an abrupt end.

The expression of shock just stops on the face.

She put one hand over her face and was still at a loss.

As she guessed, it’s really a painting, a painting.

The content of the painting is just the snow color under the setting sun, white and warm crisscross, like bone chilling and soft warm.

It’s not hard to recognize. The place in the picture is the manor.

More precisely, they are in this range.

In the painting, a man in a long black suit kneels on one knee, while the one standing in front of him is a woman in a light colored overcoat, whose hair and shoulders are covered by a red scarf.Looking at clothes, hairstyles and even fuzzy looks, it’s easy to tell that they are the people in the painting.

In his painting At this time, this person It’s the moment she lifted the white cloth.

How could she not be shocked.

It took her ten seconds to realize that the scene in the painting was a proposal.

Maybe she should be hesitant for a few seconds to prepare, but her mind is suddenly unclear, or at this time, people are not as calm and rational as usual, she turned around in a daze, just without any mistake on the man with a deep smile.

He did kneel on one knee.

She was still shocked. How could this man make the content of this painting become a courtship scene? Hoschen had slowly opened his mouth. Generally speaking, if he wanted to, his lines should have been speculated thousands of times before. But he looked at her eyes, his eyes were deep and quiet, and every word seemed to be said on the spot.

“At the beginning of memory recovery, what I thought most was not the five years I was away,” he said with low volume and slow speed, “but when you first met me You like me, and I like you, but we don’t really know each other. Think about it. If we count the regrets and faults in the blank years, they should be counted on me… ”

Wenyi stood there, looking at him in a daze, unable to say what he felt, or what he felt.

She was not a girl who had not been in love for a long time. She had been married and divorced, then lost her spouse, then met again and divorced again, and then made up. She had experienced too much emotionally.

But at this moment her heart is still like the palm of an over exercise hand, numb and feverish.

“I don’t pay attention to my good feelings. I like muse, but I don’t have the enthusiasm to fight for it. You are different from me. You should strive for everything you like. Life seems long, but it’s short. Just like before you, I can’t count what I have to do. I want to sacrifice all the other things I want to get in exchange. If it wasn’t you who came to me at the beginning, I’ll marry anyone else as well as you — “