To be honest, Nimo Lan did not expect that five years later, they would still have the opportunity to make up for their marriage.
It was more or less unexpected, and more or less expected. What was unexpected was that Ji Moxuan and I had no disagreements after playing in France for many days, but what was expected was that on the last day, the two of them had different opinions because of their differences.
Li Fuyuan met unexpectedly and made a huge noise.
this day.
Sitting in the car, Nimo Lan kept recalling Li Fuyuan's last expression. Was that mocking her, mocking her for leaving New York and returning home alone, leaving him alone in a foreign country... But he had obviously changed, changed
He was bright and enthusiastic, and his originally gentle, distant and lonely look was like a peeled off skin. There was no trace of his existence at all, only rebirth. It was precisely because of this that he gave himself the feeling of being forgotten.
There is no other feeling.
She was sitting in the car thinking, her thoughts wandering, and she didn't even notice that Ji Moxuan inside the car had a frosty face, the calm before the storm.
Suddenly, the driver braked suddenly, and the two people sitting in the back seat fell forward together. Nimolan was temporarily pulled back from her thoughts, and her forehead was protected in the palm of Ji Moxuan's subconscious behavior.
Ji Moxuan had a fierce expression: "What the hell are you thinking, Nimolan!"
Nimolan stared blankly at Ji Moxuan's angry face, feeling a little aggrieved. Ji Moxuan was too lazy to pay attention to her and scolded the driver.
Although the driver was a Frenchman, he was not as good as Ji Moxuan when it came to scolding people. I heard Ji Moxuan start scolding his son and continue scolding his ancestors to the eighteenth generation, and then started to scold his wife to her wife's eighteenth generation ancestors.
, by the time the horn of the car behind was enough to shatter the glass, the driver's face was already green.
In fact, the reason for the sudden braking was not the driver, but the car that suddenly crossed in front of the car. The car that caused the accident had already disappeared, but Ji Moxuan got into a heated argument with the taxi driver. Nimo Lan couldn't stand the car anymore.
The team behind them started shouting, so they had to pull the corner of Ji Moxuan's clothes: "Moxuan, why don't we change cars? There's a traffic jam behind us."
Ji Moxuan threw her hand away: "Go away, I almost got a concussion, why don't you let me curse you!" Ji Moxuan was obviously upset because of Li Fuyuan's incident, but he couldn't find an outlet to vent.
So I had no choice but to talk out of breath.
"It's not my fault! Why don't you distinguish between black and white?" Nimo Lan also got angry. I have never seen him be so unreasonable.
Ji Moxuan's anger suddenly rose up to three feet high: "If you want to go, you can go by yourself! Don't preach to me here! This is Paris, not your San Francisco, New York, and Washington. This is my world, and I say the same thing. Do you understand?
?get off!"
Nimolan was stunned. Seeing that she didn't move, Ji Moxuan immediately opened the car door for her: "The car door has been opened for you, why don't you get out?"
"Sir, please get out of the car!" The driver turned to Ji Moxuan and said.
Ji Moxuan's eyes stood up. Nimolan didn't want to hear any more, so he got out of the car and left.
Before taking two steps, the taxi moved and the car behind it also started to move.
On the Avenue Saint-Germain, Nimolan stood alone at the moment, but she did not feel lonely. Yes, at this time, what she needed most was to be alone, to be alone, to think and sort out her emotions.
When Ji Moxuan returned to the church, it was already dark. The servant prepared some mulberry jam and put it on the table. Then he opened a bottle of Bordeaux Chateau Lafite wine for Ji Moxuan. Ji Moxuan put his coat and Hasselblad h4d aside and put a glass of wine
Drink it all in one gulp.
Ruan Ze was actually Li Fuyuan, the Li Fuyuan whom Nimo Lan thought of in his fearful moments. This realization made him wander on the edge of anger. Although he didn't know why he was so angry, every time he saw Nimo
When Lan looked at Ruan Ze's infatuated and affectionate eyes, his heart was on fire as if he drank a beer glass of Wuliangye in one breath. It was really uncomfortable.
That's right, even if Li Fuyuan had plastic surgery, she, Nimolan, could still recognize him! What a deep feeling!
He wanted to lose his temper and question loudly, but his temporary rationality told him that he must not ask, no matter how uncomfortable it was to hold it in his heart, he must not ask. As for why he couldn't ask, he had not thought about this reason, and he had no idea.
Want to think about it.
"Mr. Ji, why didn't Miss Ni come back with you?" The servant Lemon poured another glass of wine for Ji Moxuan and asked casually.
Ji Moxuan gritted his teeth. He couldn't say that he left her on Saint-Germain Street. That would make him look so ungentlemanly! So he made up a random story: "She went to see her friends and will come back later."
"That's it, I have to leave first. Please say hello to Miss Ni when she comes back." Lemon held a thin white long napkin in his sleeve and said goodbye elegantly.
As soon as Lemon left, Ji Moxuan was the only one left in the entire restaurant and even the entire church, which was a bit scary and empty.
The wine he just drank worked. He was obviously a good drinker, but somehow a glass of wine could make him drunk this time.
"Ding dong!" The doorbell rang suddenly.
Ji Moxuan sat up suddenly and realized that he had fallen asleep after Lemon left, still sleeping on the chair in the dining room. He raised his wrist to look at his watch, it was already half past ten.
"It was too dark, so I called a taxi on the way." The first thing Nimolan said was to explain the appearance of the pair of car taillights.
Ji Moxuan ignored her, turned around, walked up to the second floor, opened the door and entered the bedroom.
Nimolan glanced at the restaurant, took out Ji Moxuan's coat and Hasselblad camera, and went upstairs.
Knocking on the door, there was no response. Nimolan tiptoed open the door and saw Ji Moxuan's naked and muscular body lying on the bed with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping soundly.
He came closer, put his things on the sofa, and prepared to go back to his room.
"Go take a shower, and let's sleep together at night." Ji Moxuan's eyes did not open, and his lips moved very little, but the words he spoke made people want to crawl into the cracks of the ground.
Nimolan's face turned red immediately: "I'm too tired today."
It's okay that she didn't say this. As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a pain on her wrist. Ji Moxuan was thrown onto the bed. He looked down at her, his breath was filled with the fragrance of wine. His words were harsh and shameful.
, he said: "You should be happy that I want to sleep with you. This means that I still want to keep you by my side. If one day I don't even bother to see you naked, then it means that you
, Nimolan, you are already a woman riddled with holes, no man in this world will want you, do you understand?"
Do you understand? Don’t you understand? Which one should I answer? Both are despicable and humiliating. So, keep silent. Silence is the best way to avoid his sudden attacks and bad words.
Can protect yourself from deeper harm.
Seeing her silence, Ji Moxuan ordered again: "Go take a shower, then take off your clothes and spread your legs and wait for me! This is your duty, and it will also be your only way to survive in the Balik family."
What made him angry? Nimolan asked herself in her heart, and the answer she got was that she didn't know. She wanted to ask him, but his appearance was too scary, so she could only do as he said.
.
Nimolan climbed up Ji Moxuan's neck at the point when her climax was approaching. She gasped for air, as if she was suffocating. She pressed hard against Ji Moxuan to let herself experience more pleasure. However, when
When the climax came, she still couldn't help but think of that face, the gentle and elegant figure, and the pair of quiet and warm eyes. The picture overwhelmed all her senses.
Ji Moxuan felt that the person under him was absent-minded, and his anger was ignited again. He didn't wait for Nimolan to wake up from the climax of sex and love, and then started a new round of sprint, and the convulsions kept getting deeper and faster.
Feelings and overwhelming joy sent Nimolan to heaven. She was forced to look at Ji Moxuan, and the faces of Ji Moxuan and her merged into one were imprinted. The impression of that moment seemed to be able to imprison all memories.
Likewise, Nimolan thought afterwards, maybe no matter who she had sex with in this life, Ji Moxuan's face would appear when she climaxed.
That night, Ji Moxuan tormented Nimolan all night. At ten o'clock in the morning, Lemon knocked on the door, and the two of them got up from the bed. After forgetting each other, they both got dressed in silence.
When Lemon saw Nimo Lan opening the door, he smiled and said, "Miss Ni, there is a guest downstairs looking for Mr. Ji."
"who?"
"His name is Li Fuyuan. He said that if he tells you his name, you will know who he is." Lemon said.
Nimolan's mind was blank for a second, and then his thoughts were picked up, and he said to Lemon in a panic: "I understand, let him wait a moment, and we will go down now."
What's going on? Why did Li Fuyuan come? Damn it, if she and Ji Moxuan went downstairs at the same time, wouldn't it mean that there must be some kind of relationship between the two people? What should I do? Li Fuyuan must not let her know about her.
She had a relationship with Ji Moxuan, and she stayed in the Balik family because of this relationship! She promised Li Fuyuan that she would love herself no matter what!
Thinking of this, Nimolan hurriedly put on a dress, pulled up her hair casually, and went downstairs one step ahead of Ji Moxuan. In fact, she forgot to tell Ji Moxuan that Li Fuyuan was coming.
Li Fuyuan was wearing a black and white outfit today. He looked tall and tall. His hair was slightly long. When the sun shined on it, he knew it must be very soft. In fact, it was really soft. What Nimolan liked most was being
Li Fuyuan's hair rubbed against his cheek, itching and flushing, making him want to stretch his waist in comfort.
"Why are you alone, where is Mo Xuan?" Li Fuyuan saw Nimolan coming down alone, so he raised his eyebrows and asked.
Nimo Lan pointed upstairs: "I don't know, he probably hasn't gotten up yet. I went to bed early last night. I don't know if he came here to process documents."
"Why did you get up after ten o'clock when you went to bed early? You are really capable of sleeping." Li Fuyuan exposed such an obvious lie at once, but the question he raised was not abrupt, leaving just enough room for Nimolan to ask.
Save some face.
His eyes slipped to Nemo Blue's collarbone and calf, then he averted his eyes, sat on the sofa and stopped talking.
Nimolan was a little awkward and didn't know what was wrong with him, so he lowered his head to look at his calf, "I fell down yesterday and I was injured all over my body!" Facing the numerous hickeys, Nimolan had no choice but to
Cover it up with lies again.
Li Fuyuan didn't answer, as if what Nimolan said had nothing to do with him. He picked up the black tea, put it to his mouth, took a sip, and looked at the spiral staircase.