Chapter 757

This is enough to be straightforward.

At least, enough to make Wenyi understand.

The fingers of her grip on his arm were tight, and the joints were stiff.

Mo Shichen saw consideration and hesitation from her eyes. For a few seconds, she drooped her eyelids as if she wanted to give up, but the next second she turned her jaw and gently breathed out a breath. Then she looked up at him as if she had made a decision and looked up at him with a smile.

Her hand slipped from the man's arm below the wrist and held his hand.

Her fingers were cool, while his palms were warm. He was stunned by the temperature difference, and then subconsciously looked down at the past.

Wenyi led him back.

When she passed the distance between two arms, the man who was led by her still raised his feet to keep up with her.

Wenyi did not lead the ink when Chen.

To be more accurate, Moshen was not led by any woman. He was destined to be a noble son from the day he was born. Even before he lost his memory, whether it was Muse before marriage or Wen Yi after marriage, he was more used to holding his arm.

It was a wonderful feeling. He had touched it and held it for countless times, but it seemed that for the first time, her hand was so soft that her whole palm was slightly numb.

From other people's perspective, this scene has a kind of unspeakable strangeness, but it is also unspeakable harmony.

When we returned to the table, the meal we had just ordered was served.

The waiter said with a smile, "you've been waiting for a long time. Please take your time."

The meal is basically a quiet process, the handsome men and beautiful women, the elegant picture is very pleasing to the eye.

Wynn ordered a bottle of white wine.

She really ate very little, occasionally talking to him, occasionally drinking, of course, not alone.

She invited him to drink, but moshichen would not refuse to drink with her. He learned to taste wine from a very early time, and he even exercised with his drinking capacity. However, he was not addicted to alcohol, or that there was nothing he liked.

But the first two cups she would invite him to drink in the back, and she would drink herself.

If she didn't invite him, he would not raise his glass. He ate the food on the plate with his knife and fork on the opposite side. His eyes were looking at her more often, until he saw that she was ineffably drunk. Then he put down his knife and fork, staring at her red face, and said in a low voice with a smile, "are you not afraid of being taken advantage of after drinking so much wine?"

She held the glass in one hand, and the other hand stretched out, shaking. Her eyes seemed to be drunk and blurred, and seemed to be sober and thin and cool. She looked at him and grinned, "can you?"

The man was smiling. "Generally, a woman gets drunk when she gets along with a man alone. I will default that she is inviting. It can't be defined as taking advantage."

Wenyi did not take the glass of the hand turned to cover his face, as if to hear something that makes her feel funny, laugh very much, very wanton smile.

The heating was on in the dining room, so she took off her coat when she came in. She only had a light gray sweater inside. Although her hands covered most of her face, from the perspective of a man, it seemed to be a smile affected by drunkenness, which made the whole person lively.

After laughing, she propped up her forehead and drank the wine in the glass.

After dinner, she was sure to be drunk, just did not ignore the image of lying on the table.

Mo Shichen called her a few words, she either should not, or is the preface does not match, after the words can not give him a response, he can only buy the single, and then personally get up to get her up.

He held her by the waist, put on her overcoat, and took her out with a half in his arms position.

Out of the door of the restaurant, from the warm air blowing in the room for a while to the cold wind blowing outside, Wenyi's body involuntarily shrank, and 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 and submerged 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 help, she can't stand steadily. Even if she is leaning against him, she still has a kind of inexplicable fragility and loneliness.

He asked her, "what's the reason for getting drunk?"

Of course she would not answer him.

He also faint smile, also don't know is in with drunk can't hear the woman to talk, or say to oneself, "don't know how to face me, so simply don't face it?"

Naturally, he could not get an answer from her, even when she was awake.

Mo Shichen didn't need her answer. He directly held her up and strode toward the direction where Rambo stopped.

Seeing them, the driver got out of the car and opened the back door for the man.

After returning to the car, the driver looked at the woman lying on the man's lap in the rearview mirror as if she had fallen asleep in the past, and gazed at her with low eyes. The man whose face was blurred because of the light and angle asked carefully, "Mr. Mo, it is Go back to the manorMo Shi Chen did not look up, his fingers gently scraped the woman's cheek, "well."

The driver watched the whole process. From Wen Yi's "entanglement" with Moshen in the clod summer parking lot, and now they come out of the restaurant, Rao is a person who is not very keen and has a bad brain. Although it seems that Ms. Wen "takes the initiative" to find Mr. Mo, in fact, it is Mr. Mo who really controls the initiative?

Otherwise, how could miss Wen be drunk now?

Of course, he saw through the intention of Mo Shichen, and would not know that Wen Yi 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 restaurant, Mo Shichen's sight did not leave the face on his lap. "Madam," he murmured with his thin lips, "let's spend it slowly. I have patience to spend it with you."

If you don't regret it later, it's your business. What do I want you to do without regret? 】

what he wanted was never such boring recognition and opinions. It was just like whether a person would be famous in the history or remain infamous after his death, which was nothing more than a thing that had already turned into dust and had no meaning at all.

He wants real people.

He bowed his head, slowly approached her, close to her skin and said, "you know what I want to do, and I know what you are thinking. But madam, you can't avoid me every time you are drunk. Moreover, I will let you know that even if you are drunk, you can't avoid me."

She opened her eyes and looked at him close at hand.

Can't talk about looking at each other, because her pupil eye does not have focal length, is lax, did not look at him at all.

Mo Shichen looked at her eyes like this, and finally pressed the emotion that had been controlled for a long time --

emptiness.

From the time she poured herself into her inability to communicate with him, he had a kind of lonely emptiness left behind.

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