Chapter 833

"I'm not good," the man's blood almost dried up, but the smell is still there, his arm once again around her waist, low voice coax comfort way, "I'm wrong about this, you've been cold for a month, I've learned enough, and I'll give priority to your feelings in any future decision, and I'll try to discuss with you. Don't ignore me, eh?"

Wenyi did not speak for a long time, neither continued to argue, nor let go.

When Chen kisses Mo gently on her cheek, there is no kiss.

"Well," Wenyi sniffed his body with the smell of blood and wine, some disgusted wrinkled nose, "I'll talk to you again, you may be a short-lived ghost, the body is full of smell, the doctor said you concussion, do not feel bad?"

The man looked at her, nodded his head and said, "headache, dizziness, a little vomiting, very uncomfortable."

“……”

She didn't know whether what he said was true or not, but although his accident was not serious, it was not nothing. She immediately got up and said to him, "you lie down and have a rest. Let the nurse take care of you. I'll go home and bring something later."

When she got up, Mo Shichen took her hand, smelled his words, raised his lips and laughed, and pinched her soft fingers with his skinned fingers. "No, I'll scrub them. I'll put on my medical clothes for one night. Let Kangding take them tomorrow morning. You don't have to walk a few more times."

Wen Yi thought for a moment, "well, I'll get a hot towel You smell so bad

In the end, it was a tone of disgust.

When the ink Chen is not angry, on the contrary is a very good mood appearance, in the eye with doting, "good."

Wenyi is not a dull person, on the contrary, she is also very keen. After this accident, there is always something indescribable different about this man, but she can't tell what it is.

But it didn't seem to matter. She didn't get together much. She took off her overcoat, rolled up the cuffs of her sweater, and turned to the bathroom.

Basic she just turned a body, Mo when Chen face's doting with smile then light scattered.

He raised his hand and squeezed his brow.

The head is dizzy, long shallow dull pain, there are also crowded in the brain, there is no time to sort out a lot of content.

He began to wander again.

Wenyi quickly wet the towel with hot water, and then wrung it back to the ward. He leaned over and carefully wiped his face. There was a frown on his face, but his movements were gentle and meticulous.

She was wearing a warm light yellow sweater with black hair over her ears. She was half gentle and half neat. Her face was white and pure, and her expression was focused.

Mo Shi Chen looks at her like this, gaze for a long time, pupil is silent lax open.

Her name came out of his throat, "coir."

"What's the matter? Is it hurting you?"

His voice was flat and hoarse. "Haven't you had long hair for so many years?"

Wenyi was stunned, but he didn't think much about it. He just answered casually, "it seems that it is. I used to think that it's convenient to take care of short hair and it's suitable for me. Later, I wanted to grow a long hair, but it was always cut off soon."

"Before you married me?"

He asked ordinary, Wenyi also when he was chatting with her, half distracted answer, "I was short hair when I was in college."

Strange? Before he lost his memory, he didn't remember the appearance of seeing her for the first time in the true sense, and he didn't completely forget it. Maybe when he mentioned it, there would be an image of her appearance, but that's all.

When Lawrence arranged for him to make a blind date with her, Wynn belonged to him - Oh, I seem to have met a woman who looks familiar, but has no more label impression and ideas.

But more than half an hour ago, when the sharp pain and blur of the brain gradually cleared the clouds, the first thing to become clear was the careless glance of more than ten years.

Perhaps listening to her talk, subconsciously will remember, so when memories roar, the first to rush to the front is his forgotten, and she mentioned the first meeting.

That Wenyi, with the one in front of him, is really not like a person.

Sixteen? Seventeen? Not 18.

At that time, it should be long hair, but it was not spread down, but carefully made a curl. The style was not as reserved as it is now. Some of them were deliberately loose. There were broken long hair falling down on both sides of the forehead. The make-up was very fresh. Because it was a party or a cocktail party, I wore a thin wreath shaped hair ornament and wore a light blue long skirt covered with a layer of tulle , very young girl, still with a bit of Oriental girl's unique spirit.

At that time, her character should be far less than that of later self-control and calm, and her emotions could be easily identified.

At that time, he was supposed to be tired of a wave of people coming up to talk to each other and get to know each other. Then he took advantage of the gap to flash to the dark place in the garden, trying to figure out the quietness.

Then she ran into her confession with a man. She was a French man, as if she were her senior.

His character is not very good, but he looks very good. When he meets this kind of thing, he will avoid it quietly and wait for the two to leave before he goes out.Hearing her confession, he was so nervous that he almost didn't laugh.

She was turned down mercilessly.

The man's family background seems to be good, the appearance is also very good, the woman's fate should be excellent, at that time probably was relying on four times nobody, and Wen Yi's confession was really too nervous, and he was ridiculed.

He stood in the shadow, light thought, no product.

She has a bad eye for this kind of man.

He was not a meddler, and he didn't want to interfere. It was just Wen Yi, who looked at him and was nervous at that time. He didn't expect that after he was rejected, there was still a honeydew persistence. He held on to the man's sleeve and questioned him. Since he didn't like her, why did he accept her gift and show his favor to her like Balala.

The man probably thought she was annoyed and sneered directly that he wanted to try Chinese women for a taste, but she was too coy and conservative. He was not interested in pure love with her. Moreover, her chest was too small and her figure was too flat. He had already shifted his target.

At that time, he also slightly poked out his head to take a look at her figure

Then I saw the ten minute performance of the small counsellor Bao Nu and a slap in the past.

As a result, her hand was intercepted. When her wrist was almost broken, he cut off the man's hand. What I remember most clearly is that she was scared to scream. When she saw someone helping her, she stood up and said, "you scum, you want to hit me. Tomorrow I'll let my brother beat you and seduce a rape."

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