The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 370 heard this husband, the man smiled and glanced at her.

Mo Jingshen recovered quickly, perhaps sleeping for two months without moving, and indeed left a lot of healing space for the recovery of wounds around the body. Unlike the previous one, it broke the wound.

Now he is a little bit thinner than before when he was in Haicheng, and there is no difference.

Still as cold as her memory, she is still the man she is familiar with.

The only difference is that he no longer smiles at her, and his eyes will not stay on her again. Even if they are sitting in the same plane, even if they are sitting in the same row, he is by her side and can feel each other. It seems to be far apart from each other.

The warmth sat for a while, and suddenly put his hand on his lap. The man who had closed his eyes opened his eyes and stared at her with a gaze: "What are you doing?"

The warm season looked at his hand on his lap, and then looked at his apparently unpleasant gaze, and said, "You let me go, I want to go to a bathroom."

Even if the first-class cabin has a lot of space, but the man is tall and long, and sits on the outside of the aisle. If he doesn't let it go, she can't go out at all.

Mo Jingshen took another look at her and avoided her legs.

The warm season recovered some of his hand. When he got up, the plane was estimated to be passing through the area with airflow. Suddenly there was a bump, maybe some unintentional, or maybe intentional. The season warmed down and fell into his arms, although it fell. Not so embarrassing, but also the two hands suddenly pressed on his two legs, while the whole body leaning forward almost in his arms, the distance between the face and the face is only one finger left.

Under such a distance, the man looked at her with no expression, and the warmth of the season was swaying, but his mouth calmly said: "Sorry, I didn't stand firm."

Ink depth: "..."

Before getting up, the warm hand of the season deliberately pressed down on his lap and pressed his "golden thigh" that had just not allowed her to touch it. He turned and went to the first class. Far away dedicated toilet.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, the warmth of the season opened a smile to the mirror, feeling that the smile was not very good-looking, and raised his hand and pulled his mouth up, until a satisfactory angle, then let go.

I will return to Haicheng soon, and return to their original world, the original life.

divorce? Of course she will not leave.

However, he has been so passively alienated from him that he seems to be unable to maintain the status quo. In this marriage, there is no self-respect, no regard for that face and strong, not to mention that Mo Jingshen paid for her when she knew and did not know. Everything, even in the recent past, almost killed her. If she is so easy to compromise and leave, she is really sorry for him, and even more sorry for herself.

Anyway, the husband and wife, reasonable and legal relationship, let her chase him away, he retired, he went in, he was cold, she was hot, he avoided, she took the initiative, he was expressionless, she smiled.

As Mrs. Me, can she still climb the bed reasonably and legally?

As long as she wants to take the initiative, he will not be able to remove her from the spouse column even if she is too powerful, unless she promises a divorce.

The season warmed and smiled at the mirror for a while, feeling that the smile was natural and beautiful, and then went out.

When I returned to the seat, the moment when Mo Jingshen got up, the warmth of the season just passed in front of him, raising his eyes and looking at his cold face. Suddenly, when there was no flight attendant passing by, he picked up his feet and put it in his ear and said something. "My husband, after a few days of deliberation, I have finally decided."

Hearing this husband, the man gave her a sigh of relief and looked a little like a neuropathy.

After warming up and building my heart, I am ready to be more frustrated and more courageous. In the face of his eyes, I am still smiling, laughing and bending my eyebrows and his quiet black eyes, whispering: "I decided... even if you put the knife holder around my neck, I would not agree to the divorce."

The man had no expression just since, because her sentence has restored her usual indifference. Before he talks, the warm season slips directly back to her seat. After fixing the seat belt, she picks up a magazine in front. Looking around, my heart is eagerly looking forward to flying back to Haicheng.

Mo Jingshen has never said anything, and on the plane did not intend to discuss too much with her about divorce and not divorce.

Just after watching the magazine for a while, I didn’t reach out and pat him, let him help the flight attendant to have a glass of water, just to get a blanket, or to have a headset, almost every half hour will try to talk to him, even though What I got was a man who turned a blind eye to the same indifferent response. The warm season was still so happy that he patted his hand after half an hour.

The expression of Mo Jingshen was a little colder, and she glanced at her.

The season is warm and serious, put the magazine in front of him, pointing to the French section of the magazine's last page: "I have not studied French, these do not know, you are not the language of many countries? What is this written? ”

The man looked at her poor acting and purely no words, and did not intend to pay attention.

The warm season pointed to the French question and said: "You can help me translate it into Chinese. I don't think it is very long, at most two or three sentences."

Mo Jingshen took another look at the paragraph she pointed, and the twilight was deep, but she never helped her translate.

The plane will still land in Haicheng in about three hours. The warm season has been watching the passage. The other side of the aisle is sitting on a French student. There is a Chinese-French dictionary in his hand. The season warmer borrows the dictionary. The word is compared to a word.

Finally, she took the pen and wrote the translation on her boarding pass.

Quoiqu\'ilsepasse, siunepersonnet\'aimeréellement,ellereviendratoujoursavecletemps.

No matter what happens, if a person really loves you, he/she will come back as time goes by.

The season warmer returned the dictionary to the French student, and then placed the words he had just written down in front of Mo Jingshen.

She looked at him with gaze: "Is it correct?"

Ink squinted at the whole line of beautiful words that she wrote on the boarding pass. She hadn’t talked for a long time, but her eyes were cold. Finally, when he came to him in the warmth of the season, he looked at him, his eyes. If the knife is enough to scratch her, the tone is indifferent: "French has a lot of interpretations. People who are passionate about themselves usually translate a very simple sentence very romantically. In general, they are still self-inflicted. ""

The smile on the warm side of the season has not been lightened, but it has a deeper meaning: "It is much better to be passionate than to have no human feelings."

(End of this chapter)