This is a very straightforward statement.
At least, it's enough for Wynn to understand.
She held his arm tightly with her fingers, and her joints were stiff.
Mo Shichen saw consideration and hesitation in her eyes. For a few seconds, she lowered her eyelids as if she wanted to give up, but the next second, her jaw turned a light arc, and she breathed a sigh. Then she looked up and smiled at him as if she had made a decision.
Her hand slipped from the man's arm under the wrist and held his hand.
Her fingers were cool, and his palms were warm. The temperature difference made him stunned, and then subconsciously looked down at the past.
Wenyi leads him back.
When she passed the distance between her arms, the man who was led by her still kept up with her.
Wenyi did not lead the ink.
To be more precise, Mo Shichen has not been led by any woman. He was destined to be your son from the day he was born. Even before he lost his memory, whether he was a muse before marriage or a job warmer after marriage, he was more used to holding his arm.
It's a wonderful feeling. He has touched it and held it for countless times, but it seems that for the first time, her hand is so soft, and the whole palm is slightly numb.
This scene is seen by others, which is a kind of unspeakable weirdness, but also an unspeakable harmony.
When we went back to the table, the meal we had just sat down was served.
The waiter smiled. "You've been waiting for a long time. Please use it slowly."
Dining is basically a very quiet process, handsome men and beautiful women, elegant picture is very pleasant.
Wenyi ordered a bottle of white wine.
She seldom eats, talks to him occasionally, drinks occasionally, of course, not alone.
She invited him to drink. Mo Shichen would not refuse to drink with her. He learned to taste wine at an early age. He exercised together with the amount of alcohol, but he was not addicted to alcohol, or there was nothing he liked.
But she will invite him to drink the first two cups, and she will become her own.
If she didn't invite him, he would not raise his glass. He would eat the dishes with knives and forks in a slow and orderly way on the opposite side. His eyes were looking at her more often. Until he saw that she was already ineffably drunk, he would put down the knives and forks and stare at her face, which was a little red. With a little smile, he murmured, "are you not afraid of being taken advantage of after drinking so much wine?"
She held the glass in one hand, and stretched out the other hand, shaking it. Her eyes seemed to be drunk, dazed, thin and cool. She looked at him and smiled, "can you?"
The man smiled, "generally, when a woman is alone with a man, she drinks herself. I will default that she is inviting, which can't be defined as taking advantage of others."
Wenyi's hand, which didn't hold the glass, turned to cover her face. It seemed that she heard something funny, which made her laugh badly and wantonly.
The restaurant had the heating on, so she took off her overcoat when she came in. There was only a light gray sweater on her body. Although her hand covered most of her face, from the perspective of men, it seemed to be a drunken laugh, which made the whole person lively.
After laughing, she held her forehead and drank all the wine in the glass.
After dinner, she was definitely drunk, but almost did not ignore the image of lying on the table.
Mo Shichen called her for a few words. She either shouldn't, or she couldn't give him a response after the words didn't match. He had to buy the bill first, and then he got up and fished her up.
He held her by the waist, put on her coat, and then he took her out with him in a half embrace.
Out of the restaurant door, from the warm room to the cold outside, Wenyi's body shrank unconsciously, even leaned against his arms.
Mo Shichen noticed her action, and looked down at her head lying on her chest. The wind blew her black hair, drowning her red ears because of the aftereffect of alcohol.
That color has a kind of charming and amorous feelings.
If there is no man's support, she can't stand stably. Even if she stands by him, there is still a kind of inexplicable fragility, and Xiao Ji.
He asked her, "what's the point of getting drunk?"
Of course she would not answer him.
He smiled faintly. He didn't know whether he was talking to a drunk woman or to himself, "I don't know how to face me, so I simply don't face it?"
Naturally, he could not get her answer, even when she was awake, she would not necessarily answer.
Mo Shichen didn't need her answer either. He directly held her up and strode towards Rambo.
The driver saw them and got out of the car to open the back door for the man.
After returning to the car, the driver looked at the woman lying on the man's leg who seemed to be drunk and sleeping in the past from the rearview mirror, and stared at her with low eyes. The man whose face was blurred because of the light and angle, asked carefully, "is Mr. Mo going back to the manor?"Mo Shichen did not look up, his fingers gently scraping the woman's cheek, "HMM."
The driver watched Wenyi "pester" Mo Shichen from the clod summer parking lot all the way. Now they come out of the restaurant. However, his mind is not so keen, and the people who are not quick to turn their heads also understand. Although it seems that Miss Wen "takes the initiative" to find Mr. Mo, in fact, it is Mr. Mo who really controls the initiative, right?
Otherwise, how could miss Wen be drunk now?
Of course, he saw through Mo Shichen's intention, and would not know that Wenyi was drunk, just because she wanted to be drunk, or that she could only be drunk.
On the way back to the manor from the dining room, Mo Shichen's sight had not left the face resting on his lap. "Madam," he murmured with thin lips, "let's spend it slowly. I have patience with you."
If you don't regret later, it's your business. What do I want you to do?
What he wants is never such a boring recognition and view. It's just like whether a person is famous or infamous after his death. It's nothing more than nothing. It's already turned into dust and has no meaning at all.
He wants real people.
He bowed his head, slowly approached her, and pressed her skin. "You know what I want to do, and I know what you are thinking, but madam, you can't avoid me every time when you are drunk, and I will let you know that even if you are drunk, you can't avoid me."
She opened her eyes and looked at him closely.
Can not talk about the eye, because her pupil has no focal length, is lax, did not see him at all.
Mo Shichen looks at her eyes like this, and finally he can't resist the emotion for a long time -
emptiness.
From the time she poured herself out to the time when she could no longer communicate with him, he was left with a kind of loneliness.