Chapter 673

It's still early, around seven or eight o'clock. He comes before her, but these days he's busy dealing with the trivial things that are big and small, but he can't get down. Occasionally there's something that needs to be handled and explained by him personally in the company, so he hasn't had time to adjust the time difference. Usually, he's just holding on.

Just now I didn't feel sleepy, so I lay on the bed with my body propped up. When I look at the face of a woman sleeping, the impetuousness floating in my heart gradually comes to the precipitation. The bedroom is very quiet. In the dark after the lights out, I can hear the waves of the rising and falling tide more clearly.

So far, like from outside the world.

So close, falling in my ear, I can imagine the view of the sea beating on the beach.

Sleepiness came, he simply lay down, next to the woman's soft body, chin buried in her shoulder, breathing down evenly, you can smell the bath milk mixed with the smell of hair, if there is no, hypnosis.

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Mo Shichen suddenly woke up.

When you open your eyes, you can see the light of the dark blue light, not the night, but it's so weak that it's close to the night. It should be the beginning of the day.

He suddenly realized that his side seemed to be cold.

He turned his head, and the woman who should have been lying was gone.

Where did she go?

Mo Shichen directly lifted the quilt off the bed, turned on the light conveniently, and walked out on the thick soft carpet regardless of whether he wore shoes or not.

He even passed an absurd thought in an instant. Did the woman leave quietly?

Because it's too early, it's not even bright.

Fortunately, when he walked out of the bedroom, he saw the suitcase he had brought from yestran last night, which was still in the original place. Then, he seemed to sense something, and then turned to the balcony.

The French window is not closed. The inner layer of tulle is raised by the wind, and rises and falls quietly.

The chair outside was very big, but Moshi Chen saw the woman in it, because she put one hand on the armrest casually, and there was a bottle of wine and a glass of wine in the round table beside.

Wenyi reached for the wine glass, and his wrist was suddenly buckled. Then, the warm light from the French window behind the French window was covered by something, casting a long shadow.

She raised her head, looked at the beautiful face that appeared above her, pulled her lips and smiled, "why do you wake up so early?"

When Mo Shichen held her wrist, his hand was not loose. He looked at her face for a long time, and then he was sure that there was no depression he thought he had imagined. Looking back at his eyes, he was not cold and drunk, but he was in a good mood.

His nervous tension eased down, holding her hand bone and asking unhappily, "you don't sleep in the evening and sit here drinking?"

"I'm full of sleep. I went to sleep at seven last night. I can't sleep when I wake up. I'll just wake you when I lie on the bed and turn around. So I got up." Wenyi's head was leaning on the back of the chair, and her soft voice was blown gently by the sea wind. "I want to watch the sunrise. It's a bit boring. When I see the wine on the bar, I'll take it to drink."

The man frowned and felt his fingers from her wrists, as he had expected, blowing cold.

Wenyi saw his face and consciously explained, "after drinking, he didn't feel cold."

Mo Shichen takes a look at her, withdraws his hand, turns around without saying a word and goes back to the living room.

Yeah?

She stretched her head out and leaned to see the man.

Mo Shichen turned over her suitcase, took a shawl out of it, then folded it back again, bent over to wrap her, and then bent down to lift her from the chair.

Wenyi is slightly shocked.

Before she could respond, the man had taken her back to the chair, and she was sitting on him.

I didn't feel cold just now, but now it's warm.

Wenyi looked down at his hand, and kindly reminded him, "I'm very idle, so I have leisure and wait for sunrise. Shouldn't you have a lot to deal with?"

The man lightly replied, "it's not bright, who will do things for me?"

Isn't there anything that needs to be dealt with by him in Paris? When she was in Jiangcheng, Mo Shiqian was still in charge of the company. Now they are all gone.

I think so, but Wenyi still didn't open it.

She just gave a long Oh, and then after a few seconds of silence, she reached out to carry the glass.

Mo Chen looks down, but doesn't stop him.

Wenyi took two sips, then turned to look at the horizon, the light had slowly overflowed.

"You used to Well. "

She wanted to ask him if he had seen the sunrise in the past half year of living on the island.

But just turned around, the lip was blocked by the man.

Mo Shichen has taken the wine cup away from her hand. With the other hand holding her face, she pried off her lips and teeth and intruded into it. The taste buds tasted the light taste of wine, which made the kiss full of fragrance.The kiss lasted for a long time, but it was not a kiss to the end, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes separated, but it would be re pasted immediately, and tried all kinds of kissing methods.

Sunrise needs to wait, anyway, there is no other thing to do, and holding together in such a posture, there was a very kissing atmosphere, so the two people, without a teacher, performed a textbook kissing encyclopedia.

Until the man left after the end, the voice with a smile whispered in her ear, "madam, sunrise."

Kiss too long, she narrowed her eyes, red lips slightly swollen, pan water color, gently panting, misty looking at the near handsome face.

The early morning sea breeze was covered with cold temperature, but the wine and kiss made her hot. She looked at his face, his eyes, and her own reflection in his eyes.

Mo Chen smiled low, fingers pinched her jaw, broke her face and turned.

On the sea level, the radian of the sun wheel appears, very red, but there is no light.

She also lived for so many years, but she really saw the sunrise for the first time. Even though she had been in Jiangcheng for more than two months before, she only saw the sunset and never got up early to wait for the sunrise.

The man's lips against her face, breathing spray on her skin, even the nerves are itching.

Wenyi sees the sunrise.

Mo Shichen either looked down at her, or leaned up and kissed her cheek, or brushed the hair on her face that was blown by the wind with her fingers.

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It's just a sunrise. It's not much romantic, let alone profound. But people's memories are sometimes very strange, and the love and hate that are deep may fade with time. But those things that are easy to forget may come in a long time, but they reappear their minds without any reason, and every frame is clear.