Chapter 728

The pupils of Wenyi's eyes were slowly focused, but when she looked at him, she was still a little distracted, and she did not know whether she was looking at him or "watching" him thinking about other things.

When Mo Shichen thought that she was going to express her resistance to him in such a way, she sat up slowly holding her forehead. Maybe it was because she just got up, or she didn't drink water for a long time, so her voice was a little hoarse and astringent. She said, "you order food, I'll wash."

Finish saying also did not go to see him, open the quilt to get out of bed to look for shoes.

Mo Shichen had stepped out of the bed and stood on one side and looked down at her. "Let's go to the restaurant outside."

She put slippers on her feet, plucked out the hair that had fallen into her clothes, drooped her eyelids like she didn't wake up, "I don't want to go."

The man calmed down, still controlled the mood, spoke to her in the most gentle tone, "the food taste in the hotel is general, and the restaurant environment is better."

She didn't look at him either. She went straight past him and walked towards the bathroom, leaving only a faint sentence: "I'll just eat anything. If you don't want to eat in the hotel, go out by yourself."

Wenyi didn't change her clothes after washing. She was still wearing a nightdress. Then she put on a long shawl. The water on her face was still wet. Her hair may have been combed with only her fingers. Although it's not messy, it's still close to her usual meticulous and tidy, and there is a significant gap.

It's impossible for Mo Shichen to leave the restaurant alone. He stands on the balcony outside the living room and looks down on the bustling river view. He turns around and walks back to the living room only when there is a slight movement behind him.

"Lunch has been ordered and should be delivered later."

She didn't lift her head. Then she sat in the sofa, didn't turn on the TV, didn't get the magazine on the tea table, and even her cell phone seemed to be left in the bedroom, because her clothes didn't put her cell phone, and she had no hands.

She sat like this, neither languid and soft, but she did not follow the elegant sitting posture that had been formed in the past.

With her eyes closed and her body resting on the back of the sofa, she said nothing and waited for the sake of waiting without any expression of impatience, but even so, she clearly conveyed a sense of despondency and tiredness.

Ink Chen stood in the balcony and the living room between the door to see her for a long time, strong eyebrows deep lock, thin lips unconsciously close.

He walked to her with long legs, sat down beside her, and asked her in a low voice, "are you sad that I forced you last night?"

Wenyi opened his eyes, looked at him for a while, and asked, "do I look sad?"

She didn't feel very sad.

Mo Shichen looked into her eyes, looked at her, and then said, "how can I sleep today?"

With her head on her elbow, her eyes half closed, her tone casual, "it's not very good to think that there's nothing to do. It's comfortable to sleep and pass the time."

After a moment's silence, he still asked, "when you don't go to find Mo, you are modest?"

Wenyi looked up at him, and if there was a smile like nothing, he said, "isn't that exactly what you want?"

"In that case," he said, sitting on her side, and seeing her side face, "come back to Paris with me. Let's not make any more trouble?"

If her smile seems to have deepened, then she calmly and indifferently replied, "you can get me back, don't expect me to be willing."

She did plan to go to Mo Shiqian last night, but I don't know why. After being pressed by him for two times, she just can't talk about it. She doesn't want to do what she can or should. She would rather lie in bed with the quilt rolled up and sleep endlessly.

Nothing to think about, nothing to face.

It's also very good.

Although I felt something vaguely last night, Mo Shichen was not sure until now. The woman seemed to use her tiredness to erect a new barrier between them.

Lunch was soon delivered by the waiter of the hotel. Wenyi got up and sat down in the restaurant.

She likes all the food she ordered. The food in this hotel is just like what Mo Shichen said. It's not particularly delicious, but it's not too bad. Wenyi's head is bowed to eat. At first sight, she looks like she has a bad appetite. She eats slowly and rarely.

Because in China, he ordered Chinese food. She touched every dish and barely finished a small bowl of rice.

During the whole process, she didn't look at him or say a word to him.

After dinner, she put down the tableware and went to the study with her mobile phone to make a phone call to wenmu for more than ten minutes. The door was just taken with her at will. Her voice was not high. Mo Shichen stood outside the door for a while and did not eavesdrop.

After finishing the call, she poured herself a glass of warm water. After drinking it three times, she put it down and went to the bedroom again --

Mo Shichen stood by the sofa and called her, "Wenyi."She paused and looked back at him. She didn't open her mouth, but asked with indifference. What's the matter?

"Don't tell me, you're going to bed again."

She took her eyes back, turned and went on to the bedroom.

Mo Chen pupil eyes a shrink, long legs a few big steps to catch up, from the back to grab her arm to pull her around, and then when the tone is heavy and heavy, there is a little bit of joy in the cold and fierce, "Wenyi."

"What?"

"What are you doing in the bedroom?" There was nothing in it but a bed. She didn't even turn over her own suitcase except when she turned over her clothes.

"Go to bed, take a nap in the afternoon after lunch," she said with a silent smile and a lazy way. "You don't want me not to tell me, so why chase me and ask?"

He grabbed her chin with his fingers and said, "you mean it, huh?"

"What do I mean?" She seems to be very puzzled, funny way, "I sleep also hinder you ah?"

He stared at her, his tone flat. "Too much sleep is bad for your health."

She replied softly, "I can't do this and I can't do that. If I want to be healthy, I won't be happy if I live for several years."

Mo Chen did not speak, only the gloom between his eyebrows showed his displeasure at this time.

But Wenyi didn't care. He didn't speak, so she turned back to the bedroom.

When she went in and closed the door behind her back hand, the man held the door as last night. He lost the patience to talk to her again. In his gentle tone, he showed the strength brought out by his bones. "No more sleeping, or I'll go out with you, you can go anywhere you want, or you can get up to read a book, watch a movie, play with others, and sit still No more sleeping. "