Chapter 833: Wen Yan in his memories

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"It's not good for me," the man's blood almost dried up, but the smell was still there, and his arms wrapped around her waist again, a low voice soothed, "I was wrong about this, You have also chilled me for a month. I have learned enough lessons. I will give priority to your feelings when making decisions in the future. I will try to discuss with you as much as possible. Don't ignore me, eh? "
Wen Yihao didn't speak for a while, neither continued to argue, nor let it go.
Mo Shichen leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek with a kiss.
"Well," Wen Min smelled the unpleasant smell of blood and wine mixed with him, and wrinkled his nose a little bit disgustingly. "I'll tell you something, just toss you like this, maybe it's short-lived Ghost, there's no smell in your body. The doctor said that you have a concussion, aren't you uncomfortable? "
The man looked at her and nodded. "Headache, dizziness, a little vomiting, uncomfortable."
"..."
She didn't know whether what he said was true or not, but although the accident was not serious, it was not at all, he got up immediately and said to him, "You lie down and let the nurse come. Take care of you. I'll go home and bring some things later. "
Mo Shichen grabbed her hand as she stood up, smiled when she heard her lips raised, her fragile fingers pinched her soft fingers, "No more, I'll scrub it, and I'll replace it with my sick clothes. It will be late, and the clothes will be brought by Kangding tomorrow morning, so you don't have to go a few more times. "
Wen Ye thought for a while, "Okay, then I'll get a hot towel ... you're too bad."
In the end, it was another disgusting tone.
Mo Shichen was not angry. Instead, he looked like he was in a good mood, with a pamper in his eyes, "OK."
Wen Ye is not a slow person. On the contrary, she is still very keen. After this man had a car accident, there was always something inexplicable, but she couldn't tell the specifics.
But it didn't seem to matter, she didn't stay together, took off her coat, rolled up her sweater cuffs, and turned to the bathroom.
Basically she turned around, and the petting and smile on Mo Shichen's face faded.
He raised his hand and squeezed his brows.
The mind was dizzy, long, shallow, dull, and crowded, and there was too much content to comb through.
He started to choke again.
Wen Wei quickly wet the towel with hot water, then wrung back to the ward, and leaned carefully to wipe his face for him, with a frown on his face, but his actions were gentle and delicate.
She was wearing a light-yellow warm sweater with black hair over her ears, half-gentle, half-sweet, and a pure-looking face.
Mo Shichen just looked at her like this, and after staring for a long time, the pupils spread out silently.
Her name overflowed from his throat, "Well."
"What's wrong, it hurts you?"
His voice was smooth and hoarse. "Have you never had long hair for so many years?"
Wen Yi was surprised, but he didn't think he would ask this suddenly, but he didn't think about it, but just replied casually, "It seems to be true. I used to think that short hair is easy to handle and suitable for me. Later, I thought about growing long, but always It will soon be cut off again. "
"Before marrying me?"
He asked very often, and Wen Ye also said that he was chatting with her and half distracted, "I had short hair when I was in college."
It's weird. He didn't remember the first time she saw her for the first time in real sense, and he didn't forget it completely. Maybe there will be an image like this, but that's it.
When Lawrence arranged for him to go on a blind date with her, Wen Wei belonged to him-oh, it seems that I have seen women who know each other well, but no more label impressions and ideas.
But more than half an hour ago, when the severe pain and blurring of the brain gradually cleared away the clouds and fog, the first to become clear became a careless glimpse of more than ten years.
Maybe it was heard by her, and she remembered it subconsciously, so when the memories screamed, the first thing that rushed to him was his oblivion and her first opinion.
That Wen Yan, like this one in front of him, really doesn't look like a person.
Sixteen? Seventeen? Should not be eighteen years old.
At that time, it should be long hair, but it was not loosened, but it was carefully made. The style is not as refined as it is now. It is deliberately loose. There are also broken long hair on the forehead and the makeup is very fresh. , Because it is a party or a reception or the like, wearing a thin garland-shaped hair accessories, wearing a light blue dress, covered with a layer of tulle, very few women, still bring a bit unique to oriental girls Fairy.
At that time, her personality should be far from calm, and her emotions can be easily discerned.
At that time, he should be tired of waves of people coming up to talk, know each other, and then took advantage of the gap to flash to the dimly lit place in the garden, trying to be quiet.
Then I ran into her confession to a man, and in the impression it was a French man, as if her senior.
He doesn't have a good character in his bones, but he still looks good. When he encounters such a thing, he quietly avoids it, and waits for the two to leave before he goes out.
After hearing her confession, she was so nervous that she bumped into a bump. He almost didn't laugh when she heard it.
She was ruthlessly rejected.
The man ’s family seems to be good, and his appearance is also very good. The femininity should be excellent. At that time, it was probably because no one was around, and Wen Yi ’s confession was too irritating and nervous, and he was laughed at when he came. Some time.
He stood in the shadow, thinking lightly, futile.
Seeing this kind of man, she has bad eyes.
He was not a nosy person, and he didn't want to intervene, but Wen Wen was watching and counseling and nervous at the time. I didn't expect that there was still a honey stick after being rejected. He had to ask the man's sleeve to ask Since you don't like her, why accept her gift and show her a good kind of Ballara.
The man probably felt that she was annoying, and sneered directly, saying that she wanted to try Chinese women for something new, but she was too shy and conservative. He was not interested in talking with her about pure love, and her chest was too small and her body was too flat. He has shifted goals.
He still poked out his head slightly and deliberately glanced at her figure ...
Then I saw a little seduce who played for ten minutes and was angry with a slap.
As a result, her hand was intercepted. He just shot and intercepted the man's hand when her wrist was almost broken. The best thing to remember is that she was scared to scream and saw someone help her. Stand up straight and say with confidence, "You dregs, even want to hit me, tomorrow I will let my brother go to beat you, and seduce."