Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth suddenly felt a kiss printed between the brows.

“Don't think I'm really sitting around, you're still sick, go to sleep.” His slight voice fell on her eyebrows, his eyes still open, and he lowered: “Go to sleep. ”

Seasonal warmth really stopped talking this time, closed his eyes, breathing room all belonged to him clean smell.

This is a reassuring sense of belonging.

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The next morning, Seasonal Warm didn't wake up until after 9: 00.

She pressed her hands up against her head, even if she had already had a fever, she still had the symptoms of a cold.

Sitting up, lifting his quilt, he was about to get out of bed, and suddenly he paused and looked down at himself.

Soft silk nightdress, she obviously slept in a bath towel last night after her bath.

Is this... did Sister Chan change it for her? Or...

The door was suddenly opened and she lifted her eyes with messy hair and saw Ink deep into the room.

The automatic curtains slowly pulled apart and the light golden sun fell on him.

The manhood in front of him is clear, and the beauty is tranquil.

Mo Jing saw her sitting beside the bed with a glaring expression: "Better? ”

“What time is it? You didn't go to the office?” The season warmed up and woke up, not answering the question, but picked up the phone by the bed and took a look.

9: 30?

It's 9: 30!

Though Mo Jingshen does not need to be in the office every day, she remembers that he rarely absent on weekdays, much less took time off.

“There's nothing wrong with the company today, even if you don't go.” Mojing approached the bedside, picked up the thermometer, and gave her a new temperature test while the season was warm and stunned.

Quarterwarm blamed himself for influencing his original work plan, but heard him say, "How are you feeling now, 37 degrees and six? ”

“Much better, not as bad as last night.” The warmth of the season lifted his hand and touched his head: “I don't suppose the temperature is burning, is it? ”

“There's a little bit of fever, so don't go out today and take your meds at home.” Mo Jing deeply pressed her shoulder and pressed her back to the bed: “What do you want to eat? Chen Sister-in-law, don't walk around, huh? ”

“I'm not that sick, and it's not a burn...”

Ji Wen hasn't finished his speech yet. Suddenly there was a footstep outside. The maid said outside the door: “Mr. Mo, there's a phone call for you. ”

Mo Jing threw a deep glance at Seasonal Warm to show her to stay in the room, so she went out to answer the phone.

Season Warm sat on the bed, picked up the cup next to her and took a sip, moistened her throat, and picked up her phone and texted Summer.

Ha Tian was promised yesterday and went to the hospital to accompany her today, but as things stand, Mo Jingshen will never allow herself to go out again today.

Moreover, she is afraid that her cold body should be well nourished. She can't be so seriously ill as soon as she gets cold. It can't be too delicate.

Downstairs, deep in ink, you walk down the marble staircase and see the desk positioned on the coffee table.

He asked lightly, "Whose phone? ”

The servant respectfully said, “Yes, Miss Dreamland. ”

Mo Jing's deep footsteps stopped and his eyes glanced coldly at the servant.

The maid hastily explained: “Just now Miss Dreamland called. I was also curious why she didn't call her wife's phone. I called her home phone. I spoke quickly and told her that her wife was sick last night. Then Miss Dreamland asked if you were at the office. I said that you were staying at home with her today and she wanted you to answer the phone. ”

Mojing was dark and faintly cold. He didn't walk past it. He said, "You don't have to inform me if you get a call from Miss Ji Jia later. ”

The maid nodded hastily: “I see, Mr. Mo, that call...”

“Tell her that her wife's illness is all right and she doesn't need to pry into her sister's health from me. If she really has this heart, let her ask herself the warmth of the season. ”

Mo Jingdeep turned around and walked back.

Ji Menglan is waiting on the phone, and he has prepared his abdominal draft. When Mo Jingdeep answers the phone, he needs to tell him what to do.

Now she can't go to the Imperial Garden often. Although she can't go, she must also find an opportunity to talk to Mo Jingshen. The change in seasonal warmth is really a bit odd, I don't know what Mo Jingshen's attitude is now.

Season Warm said he wasn't going to get a divorce on that day, but what Season Warm did was remarkable. Can Mo Jing Deep really stand it?

“Hello, Miss Meng Lan, I'm so embarrassed that Mr. Mo is taking care of Mrs, I can't take the time to answer the phone right now.” Over the phone, the maid's voice suddenly came in: "Mr. Mo said," Miss Meng Lan, if you want to be concerned about your wife's health, ask her yourself. ”

After all, the servant did not dare to speak so bluntly and said the tone very gently.

Seasonal dreams can hear what that means! I don't even want to answer her phone!

She heard Mo Jingdeep's movements on the phone. He clearly went downstairs and was ready to answer the phone, but he didn't answer!

In the past, Mo Jingdeep didn't put much of her in her eyes. She wanted to go to the Imperial Garden more often and show up in front of him so that he could see his own good. Anyway, she was much better than the unbelievable seasonal warmth of the divorced temper all day. Sooner or later, he would have different feelings for himself.

But none of this has yet progressed, and he cannot go to the Garden himself, not even the chance to come near him.

Now she doesn't answer the phone, she doesn't even know where Mo Jing Deep and Seasonal Warm are going!

Seasonal Dream's angry face was twisting. “How did you get the message? Didn't tell me I was looking for Brother Jing Shen. My sister's health is very clear. She has this cold every time. Where else do I have to ask? Go tell Brother Jing Shen that I'm going to talk to him...”

“Miss Meng Lan, why don't you call Mr. and Mrs. 's cell phones? Only the elders of the Mo family usually call in. You can call their cell phones directly to communicate with them. I'm really embarrassed. I have other things to do first.” When the maid was in a hurry, she hung up.

“Hello? Don't hang up, you...”

The voice of being hung up instantly came from the phone, and Seasonal Dream looked ugly and threw the phone hard on the bed.

Since childhood, Seasonal Warm has always liked to do things right with his father, but he is still most valued by his father. Why is it that people who marry Mo Jingshen are not themselves?

How can she have everything she wants without any effort?

Was it too obvious what I was doing the other day? Why did Seasonal Warm suddenly exclude her?

Even if the warmth of the season is not clearly stated, but the season can be felt when the dreams are clearly distinguished, her attitude towards herself has changed especially dramatically!

But what if it changes?

There will be no results between the depth of the anti-ink scene and the warmth of the season!

Someday, Mo Jingshen must be hers!