Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Ink's eyes shook deeply, avoiding backward.

Seasonal Warm did not know where the courage came from. He lifted his feet and sent his lips up again. He persisted in pulling the neck of his shirt, refused to let go, and refused to let go.

Mo Jing pushed her away with a slightly rude hand, mute: “Seasonal warmth, do you know what you're doing! ”

“I know! I'm sober!” Seasonal warmth approached him with clear eyes: “Mo Jingshen, I'll live with you at the office tonight, or go home with you, choose one! ”

The night can conceal many things, but not the firmness of the warm eyes of the season.

Mo Jing stared deeply at her and looked halfway.

Seasonal warmth looked back at him without fear.

Ultimately Mo Jingdeep didn't answer her either, but suddenly wearing her coat was his most direct answer.

Seeing this silent motion, the warm season's orbits were slightly hot.

I was still mad at her, but I couldn't help but treat her well.

I hate my heart and soul!

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On the way back to the Imperial Garden, Seasonal Warm sat in a car deep in ink, with white fingers playing with the seatbelt in front of him.

She turned her eyeballs from time to time and whispered to a man who was indifferent and quiet as he drove, the street lights outside the car and the neon coming through the windows, his glaring eyebrows hidden under the speckles of the night.

Think about what you did before, with the rich background of the Mojingshenzhen family and everything he has, you can probably leave her at home and go out anytime, anywhere to play with some female stars or women in various celebrity circles.

But he never seemed to have seen more of those women.

She suddenly broke the silence in the car: “Mo drivers don't seem to show up very often, do you usually drive back by yourself? ”

“Occasionally. ”

“You didn't sleep much last night. You worked another day today, didn't you? ”

Mojing sniffed and glanced at her.

It was like saying, "Weren't you asleep last night or was it because of her?"

Don't start with Seasonal Warm when he doesn't have a deep eye. His ears are a little feverish: “I mean, don't lose sight of your health because of your work. You should go home after work, you should rest...”

She wasn't finished, and all of a sudden, an overloaded truck came from the road ahead, and it didn't slow down as it turned, like the brakes were out of control, heading in this direction ——

“Careful! ”

Seasonal warmth hurried out, Mo Jing Deep first quickly turned the direction of the head, avoiding the rushing truck, and the screaming brake sounded -

She grabbed her seat belt until the season warmed up, causing her body to lose protection for a while, the whole person pounded forward and hit her head forward, hurting her instantly “ah”.

“Did it hurt?” Ink reaches deep and carefully examines her slightly reddish forehead.

“Hiss... don't touch it!” The whole warm, painful face of the season wrinkled and pushed his hand against his head.

Mojing pressed her deeply and raised her hand to the back of her head, seriously forcing her to turn her head completely.

Seeing her head was not light, she quickly became reddish and even red with pain.

He frowned slightly: "Did you hit him really hard? Are you dizzy? ”

“Ouch...” Seasons warm and soft.

Actually, it was just a bump. At most, it's a swollen bag tomorrow. She didn't want to be too delicate, but suddenly caught the slightest pain and concern in his eyes. The subconscious wanted to be so delicate.

From Ink's deep concern, this vast sense of belonging has long been felt.

It's nice to be close to her and still care about her husband.

“Take you to the hospital.” Mo Jing pushed her firmly and fastened her seat belt again.

"It's not that bad, it's so late, don't bother the doctor. ”

Mo Jing refused to let her go, warning her not to move.

“I'm really fine...”

There was a city hospital nearby, and Mo Jingdeep ignored her whispering protest and sent her directly to the clinic.

Until the seasonally warm forehead was drugged, the doctor confirmed that her wound would only be reddish for a few days, without even a slight concussion, and he finally took her home.

Just back in the royal garden, Chen sister-in-law saw the obvious "horn” on Ji warm's forehead. She ran over with a big shock and thought she was weak and couldn't help but help herself to sit on the couch.

“Miss Ji, what's wrong? Does it hurt? ”

Seasonal warmth smiled: “It's okay, I just touched it. It'll only take a couple of days. ”

“Geez, how did it get so swollen? Have you seen a doctor? ”

“I've seen it. ”

Sister-in-law Chen nodded and suddenly returned to her senses. So she realized that Ji Wen had just returned with Mr. Mo?

Seasonwarm also looked up to see Mo Jingdeep. After seeing him explain to another servant in front of the door, he went inside and didn't look at her anymore.

“Sister-in-law Chen, you can always call me Mrs. Mo, or the young lady.” Seasonal warmth suddenly said while the ink was still deep.

Sister-in-law Chen was a beam first, and now she changed her cheerful expression: “Oops! Mrs. Mo! ”

Looks like Miss Ji has figured it out and is finally going to have a good time with Mr. Mo!

And they just came back together!

Sister-in-law Chen was happy to prepare for the night snack. Ji Wen looked at the time and stood up and said: “Go rest, I'll do the night snack. ”

“Ah, ma'am...?” Sister-in-law Chen looked at her surprised.

How is it possible to cook with a Miss Kim like Season Warm?

She used to smell like smoke in the kitchen.

“There's a head injury. What kind of late night? Go back to your room and get some sleep!” Mojing finally walked back.

Ji Wen didn't answer her voice. She only told Sister-in-law Chen and other servants: “It's late, go rest. ”

Sister-in-law Chen wanted to talk, but when she saw Mr. Mo come, she shut up and nodded and left the lobby.

“You shouldn't have eaten at night. It's time. The noodles are the easiest. Wait for me.” Looking deep into the ink, she turned around and went to the kitchen.

Mo Jingdeep grabbed her wrist in the moment she walked by, stared at her for a moment, making sure she wasn't kidding, and asked softly, "Would you? ”

Seasonal warm mouth angle up.

She was confident in her current cooking, but she didn't mean to exaggerate: “I'm not sure if it tastes good, but it's definitely cooking. ”

Mo Jing looked deeply at her head without any major injuries, although she was not going to let her into the kitchen kind of place, she looked excited, but finally did not dispel her rare pleasure.

He let go of her hand and the warmth of the season only felt the temperature of his palm still on his white wrist.

Clean, warm, ironing her skin for an unknown sense of security.