Man with thin cocoon of cold fingers to her chest skin, almost aroused a layer of shivering, Wenyi Leng did not Leng, straight back to retreat, even the clothes are finally aware of the close.


    When Mo Chen looked at her from a high position, there was no disturbance on her handsome face, only dark eyes swept over the fine surging.


    He calmly took back his hand, half indifferent and half sarcastic.


    It''s just that I suddenly think of her face when she just opened her eyes.


    Maybe it''s not clear, so it seems to be in a trance, which makes complex and thick feelings emerge from the bottom of the eyes.


    That''s the way a woman looks at her husband.


    "You don''t want to buy ducks?" There was a man''s cold sneer on his head. "How can you shrink like a virgin, aren''t you?"


    Wenyi looked up at him. "Why, are you impotent?"


    Mo Shichen, "..."


    He said faintly, "if you really want miss Wen, we''d better be frank. When you are hungry, you should eat. When you are itching, you should make love. You should be satisfied earlier. I''ll go back to the hospital as soon as possible. It''s the best of both worlds and I''m very happy. Why should we cover up and delay each other''s time?"


    Wenyi looked at him incredulously.


    What did he just say?


    Itch Itchy?


    When Mo Shichen saw that she didn''t object, he had to lean down and take off her clothes.


    His eyes were cool and indifferent, and even his work was clean and businesslike.


    "Your unmarried wife is still lying in the intensive care unit in order to save you. You are doing this with other women now. I can''t see it. Your heart is so big."


    The man knelt on one knee beside her and said in an orderly voice, "because she was unconscious in the intensive care unit to save me, I was willing to sacrifice myself. Otherwise, Miss Wen, do you want to watch me perform rather than give up, or do you think I should be martyred?"


    Wenyi, "..."


    Sacrifice?


    She smiled, narrowed her eyes and said, "should I praise you for being able to bend and stretch?"


    "No," he said lightly


    "Hands off."


    The man pulls up the lip angle, "you don''t want to?"


    Wenyi''s tone is similar to that of him. "You can''t see that I''m hungry and sleepy. I''m just going to eat something and go to sleep?"


    She flew from Paris. The flight time was long and the jet lag was long. She didn''t sleep well or eat seriously for a long time. She didn''t feel anything in the hospital just now because of the emotional impact.


    Now, she just feels very tired and wants to have a good rest.


    Then think about the situation.


    Mo Shichen looks down at her watery face, takes back her hand, and stands up to sit down on another double sofa.


    Wenyi dials up to LEB with her mobile phone. "Go to the nearby restaurant and buy me two lunches. Chinese food will do."


    The man sat in the sofa and listened to the woman''s soft and cool voice and announced several dishes.


    When I heard the last few, my eyes moved.


    Although he woke up for more than half a year, his body really recovered gradually, so that he could get out of bed and live like a normal person, which is almost the latest thing.


    When a person loses his memory, he will have no sense of many things before him, such as his past, such as the woman in front of him. Even though he clearly knows that she is his wife, he still can''t create his husband''s feelings out of nothing.


    But some will not change, such as some ability to form instinct, such as, like.


    Several of the dishes read from the woman''s mouth were clearly his favorite dishes.


    It is said that he had an accident five years ago.


    Mo Shichen put one hand on the armrest of the sofa and watched her hang up the phone. Fang asked lightly, "Miss Wen, can you venture to ask you a question?"


    Wenyi put down his mobile phone and glanced at him, "why didn''t you feel presumptuous just now?"


    “……”


    "Have you not remarried?"


    When he asked this question, it didn''t matter to Wenyi that he didn''t seem to lose his memory at all, but that he really wasn''t Mo Shichen.


    She sipped her lips and took the pillow to her arms. She said softly, "No."


    The tone of the man''s voice is still bland, "no boyfriend at this stage?"


    She looked at him and said plainly, "No."


    She smiled coolly in her heart and thought casually that although the man lost his memory, it would not be difficult to teach him to be the president of LOD ummer in his humble position.


    See how carefully he uses his words, at this stage.


    Neither have no boyfriend, nor have no boyfriend, accurate to the present stage.


    He sat on the sofa with one hand casually, and the long legs wrapped in the ironed trousers stretched out casually. Looking at her like this, he seemed to laugh in his voice, but there was no warmth and coldness all the time. "It seems that it''s not difficult to find a man worthy of you at your age, family background, ability, beauty."The man''s lips flashed over the arc of laughter, which seemed to be explored, and wrapped in a funny thought, "can''t you forget my dead husband?"


    He asked this question as if it was really just curiosity.


    It''s not surprising that he is curious, because there are so many curious people.


    Every day, her mother said to God that after so many years of death, it''s time to let go.


    Wenyi is very light way, "no, this question, I have not thought about it," she smiled, looked up at him, "you are not dead when I love you most, say, you die when I want to get rid of you."


    When she said this, her eyes were clearly looking at him, but it seemed that she was looking at something else through him. Her eyes could not tell the depth.


    Mo Shichen looked at her plain and warm face, and after a while he said, "it seems that I am quite damned."


    Damn it.


    She was in pain when he died.


    At that time, she thought that she thought she had already been hurt by him. She was so desperate that she could get rid of all her love. She would never be sad for him again.


    I didn''t expect that he would die.


    Wenyi didn''t speak, but raised her white feet and put her calves on the tea table in front of her.


    This posture is not elegant, especially for her originally extremely elegant person, but she really made it and was lazy and natural.


    "In that case," the man in the sofa said in a cool voice, "there is no reason for us to engage in unnecessary entanglement. Miss Wen, if necessary, we can go through the divorce formalities."


    All the actions that Wenyi is doing are stopped like this. It''s like the picture of the movie is suddenly pressed the pause button.


    She looked at him.


    This man has completely faded from the previous bad, wearing expensive shirts and trousers to talk with her in a calm and clear tone, like he used to be calm and hidden on the negotiation table.