He is more affectionate than time

Chapter 740 He has a kind of abandoned, lonely emptiness
These words are straightforward enough.

At least, enough for Wen Yi to understand.

Her fingers gripped his arm tightly, and the 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 in the next second, she turned her jaw lightly, let out a breath, and then seemed to drop it. What decision, looked up at him, and smiled.

Her hand slid from the man's arm to just below the wrist, taking his hand.

Her fingers were slightly cool, while his palm was warm. The temperature difference caused by this contrast made him slightly startled, and then subconsciously looked down.

Wen Yi led him back.

When she walked the distance of two arms, the man she was leading still raised his heels to follow her.

Wen Yi did not hold Mo Shichen.

To be more precise, Mo Shichen has never been held 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 even more beautiful. Get used to holding his arm.

It felt very strange, obviously he had touched and held it countless times, but it was the first time he felt that her hand was so soft that the whole palm was slightly numb.

From the perspective of other people, this scene is indescribably weird, but also indescribably harmonious.

When we returned to the table, the meal we just sat down to order was served.

The waiter smiled, "You two have been waiting for a long time, please take your time."

Dining is basically a very quiet process, the handsome man and the beautiful woman, the elegant picture is very pleasing to the eye.

Wen Yi added a bottle of white wine.

She seldom actually ate, and occasionally talked to him, and occasionally drank, of course, not alone.

When she invited him to drink, Mo Shichen would not refuse. He drank with her. He learned how to taste wine very early on, and he also exercised his capacity for alcohol. What is his addiction.

But she would still invite him for the first two drinks, and after drinking, she would drink it by herself.

If she didn't invite him, he wouldn't raise his glass. He ate the food on the plate slowly with a knife and fork on the opposite side, and his eyes were looking at her more often. Putting down the knife and fork, staring at her slightly red face, he said in a low voice with a slight smile, "Drinking so much wine, aren't you afraid that you will be taken advantage of after you get drunk?"

She held the wine glass in one hand, stretched out the other hand, shook it, her eyes seemed drunk and blurred, blurred, and seemed to be sober and cold, she looked at him and smiled, "Would you?"

The man smiled, "Generally, when a woman is alone with a man and gets herself drunk, I will default to her as an invitation, which cannot be defined as taking advantage."

Wen Yi's hand that wasn't holding the wine glass turned to cover her face, as if she heard something that made her feel funny, she laughed hard, wantonly.

The heating was turned on in the restaurant, so she took off her coat when she came in, and she only had a light gray sweater on her body. Although her hands covered most of her face, from a man's point of view, it seemed that she was being dragged by drunkenness The smile seemed to be unrestrained, and the whole person became lively.

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

After the dinner was over, she was drunk as expected, so she just lay down on the table regardless of her image.

Mo Shichen called her a few words, but she either didn't answer, or she couldn't respond to him at all, so he could only buy the order first, and then got up to pick her up himself.

He supported her waist, put the coat on her, and then took her out in a half-embraced posture.

After going out of the restaurant, from the heated room to the cold outside, Wen Yi shrank unconsciously, and even leaned into his arms.

Mo Shichen noticed her movement and looked down at her head lying on his chest. The wind blew up her black hair and drowned her red ears due to the aftertaste of alcohol.

That color has a kind of charming charm and style.

Without the support of a man, she would not be able to stand stably, even if she was leaning on him, she would still feel inexplicably fragile and lonely.

He asked her, "Get yourself drunk, for what?"

Of course she wouldn't answer him.

He smiled faintly again, and he didn't know whether he was talking to a woman who was too drunk to hear, or he was saying to himself, "I don't know how to face me, so why don't you just face me?"

Naturally, he still couldn't get her answer, even when she was awake, she might not answer.

Mo Shichen didn't need her answer, he directly hugged her by the waist, and strode towards the direction where Rambo stopped with long legs.

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

After returning to the car, the driver looked at the woman lying on the man's lap who seemed to have fallen asleep from the rearview mirror, and the man who stared at her with lowered eyes, whose face was blurred due to the light and angle, and asked cautiously, "President Mo, are you...going back to the manor?"

Mo Shichen didn't look up, his fingers gently scratched the woman's cheek, "Yes."

The driver watched the whole process from the Clod-Summer parking lot where Wen Yi "tangles" Mo Shichen until they come out of the restaurant. Even a person like him who is not very keen and quick-witted understands it. It seems that Ms. Wen "actively" approached Mr. Mo, but in fact, Mr. Mo is the one who really controls the initiative, right?

Otherwise, how could it be Miss Wen who is drunk now?

Of course, he had seen through Mo Shichen's intentions, and he would not know that Wen Yi was drunk just because she wanted to, or in other words, she could only get drunk.

On the way back to the manor from the restaurant, Mo Shichen hardly took his eyes off the face resting on his lap, "Ma'am," he murmured with his thin lips, "Let's spend it slowly, I have a lot of patience." Spend with you."

[If you don't regret it later, that's your business. What do I want you to do if you don't regret it? 】

What he wanted was never this kind of boring recognition and opinion, just like after death, whether a person's name will be left in history or notorious for thousands of years, those are nothing but nothingness, they have already turned into dust, without the slightest meaning.

What he wants is real people.

He lowered his head, approached her slowly, and said against her skin, "You know what I want to do, and I know what you're thinking, but ma'am, you can't hide from me every time you're drunk, and I also I'll let you know that even if you're drunk, you can't hide from me."

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

It's impossible to talk about looking at each other, because her pupils have no focus and are scattered, and she didn't look at him at all.

Looking at her with such eyes, Mo Shichen finally couldn't bear the emotions he had restrained for a long time——

emptiness.

Ever since she poured herself out to the point where she could no longer communicate with him, he felt an abandoned, lonely emptiness.

　two more

　　
　
(End of this chapter)