The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 292 Meeting like a stranger

After listening to Ji Jing's explanation, Mo Chiwei's outline was still deep and cold, his expression did not change, but his pitch-black eyes darkened a little. He looked at Tang Xinyan who was sitting opposite, "Is there any injury?"

When Tang Xinyan heard his words, her heart tightened suddenly.

His nose was sour, and his eye sockets quickly turned red.

She quickly lowered her eyes, hiding her emotions and not letting her fragility flow out.

Shaking her head, she replied simply and coldly, "It's okay."

Mo Chiwei looked at her much thinner face, and frowned slightly, "Filming has been hard lately?"

"Fortunately."

"Didn't eat on time?"

"have eaten."

Seeing the two asking and answering, without too much emotional ups and downs, looking cold and unfamiliar, Ji Jing and Feng Qu looked at each other in blank dismay.

Are they really husband and wife?
Simply worse than strangers.

Seeing that Tang Xinyan didn't want to talk to him, Mo Chiwei pursed his thin lips slightly and didn't ask any more questions.

It was definitely the most peaceful, depressing meal ever.

For the first time, Ji Jing felt that every meal was suffering.

"That..." Ji Jing ate two mouthfuls of food, she glanced at Feng Qu, "Don't you have an announcement later? The driver I called has already arrived, let's go first!"

When Tang Xinyan heard Ji Jing's words, she quickly held Ji Jing's hand under the table and shook it, signaling not to leave her here alone.

Ji Jing lowered her voice and said to Tang Xinyan, "You two are husband and wife, if you have something to say, Feng Qu and I don't want to be light bulbs here."

After Ji Jing and Feng Qu left, the room became more and more quiet.

Tang Xinyan sat on pins and needles.

When she was alone with him before, she would only find it sweet. Even if they didn't talk to each other, there would still be a faint sweet fragrance in the air.

But now, apart from embarrassment, there is also strangeness.

She lowered her head and took a bite of the dish. She wondered if it was too greasy. As soon as she ate it, she felt nauseated.

After she said 'I'll go out' to Mo Chiwei, she hurriedly ran towards the bathroom outside the box.

In the women's bathroom, she retched.

Recently, I feel sick to my stomach. I can't eat greasy things, and I feel sick even when I smell something fishy.

Walking to the sink, she turned on the faucet and washed her face with cold water.

After washing her face, she stood leaning against the washstand for a while after the discomfort in her stomach dissipated.

After about 5 minutes, she came out of the bathroom.

When he was approaching the door of the box, he saw a man leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette.

One of his slender legs is slightly bent, his eyes are downcast, his side face is cold and deep, his nose bone is straight, his thin lips are slightly parted, exhaling blue and white smoke, sexy and charming.

The little hand hanging by her side tightened slightly.

Taking a deep breath, he was about to walk in his direction when he seemed to notice her gaze and suddenly looked sideways at her.

Those dark and deep narrow eyes seemed to be a quiet cold pool under the night sky, dangerous but with no end in sight.

Somehow, the words he said to her came to mind again: Don't fall in love with me, I'm not as good as you imagined, and I can't give you the love you want.

There was a sharp pain in her eye sockets, she pursed her lips hard, then she lifted her feet and walked towards the box.

She didn't say a word as she passed him.

She lost her appetite for this meal, so she took her bag and came out of the box.

Glancing at the man standing still like a sculpture, she said flatly, "I'll go first."

Walking out of the private restaurant, the sky has completely darkened.

Standing on the side of the road, looking at the city full of traffic and noise at night, her heart felt empty for a while.

(End of this chapter)