Su Mo Han was still silent, but his face softened a little. Ye feisheng's good soup was placed before and after his face, and he did not refuse.

Ye Fei ate very little, basically did not move. If she could not eat two mouthfuls, she would feel uncomfortable in her stomach. In addition, she did not have much spirit. When a table was well eaten, her bowl of porridge was still full.

Su Mo Han looked at her, but stopped, and his eyes fell on her face all the time.

Aware of his eyes, ye Fei whispered, "I have no appetite."

Su Mohan gets up and goes to the kitchen. He pulls up his sleeves, washes vegetables, and boils water. Below, he does it in one breath.

Ye Fei stood in front of the kitchen door and watched him lose his mind. Some regretted that he had said everything, but the words had already been said, just like the water thrown out. Naturally, there was no way to take it back.

Su Mo Han's face has been very cold, even when cooking noodles, there is no expression. For ye Fei standing in front of the door to look at him, there is no reaction, as if she completely ignored the general.

After more than ten minutes, the aroma of noodles gradually dispersed, and there was more warmth in the kitchen.

After the noodles were filled, Su Mohan walked past her with a bowl, put the chopsticks away, turned to see her and said in a cold voice, "eat the noodles."

Ye Fei nodded, sat on the chair and watched him turn away. She couldn't help but whisper: "tonight Come back to sleep. "

Su Mo is so cold that she seems to have no idea that she will let herself go back. She gently answers and goes to the sofa in the living room to take a seat.

Ye Fei looked at the noodles in the bowl and ate two mouthfuls. The noodles were very thin and cooked by him. The heat made her eyes dense.

In fact, she did not want to drive him out, also did not want to make trouble with him at this time, and even saw the desolation of his eyes, she would be distressed, but in many cases, she could not control herself, could not control to blame him, hate him, hate all this.

Yes, she has been afraid to admit, and even deliberately ignore those restless complaints in her heart.

But when she dreams back in the middle of the night, the darkest and most negative things in her heart will soar like weeds, which will make her think over and over again, if he answered the phone, there would be no accident between Xiaotian and Hanwen

Rao is Su Mohan cooks in person, but she has no appetite. She is nauseous and nauseous when she can't eat two mouthfuls. Her eyes turn red, which makes the whole person embarrassed.

The whole day passed quickly, and she could not wait for the news of Xiaotian and Hanwen.

She wanted to find it, but she didn't know where to find it.

An'an tells her that Luo Shaojun can only make a general guess based on the position of the plane at that time. Hanwen and Xiaotian may have fallen in more than ten countries and four or five oceans, just like a grain of sand being thrown into the vast sea. Besides sitting here and waiting, she has no idea what she can do.

She also thought about whether Xiaotian and Hanwen were safe and sound, and then they would try to contact her and tell her that they were good, but time clearly let her understand that she was dreaming and broke her fantasy mercilessly.

One night, ye Fei still can't sleep, even for days has been unable to sleep, so that her spirit can not be worse.

But no matter how hard she tried, she still had insomnia. The more she wanted to sleep, the more sober she was.

Nightmares continue to pester incessantly. Occasionally, she wakes up by nightmares. Then she sits up from the bed with pale face, or starts to cry like a madman.