Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Ink deep eyes deep silence: “Ignore the gossip. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

She didn't say she was going to ignore this strange thing.

“There was an outsider, I didn't say you, the first floor lobby was cold, and I didn't even wear a coat. Do you really want me to just take a month off to stare at you at home?” Mo Jing held her cold hand deeply and had a slightly unfriendly tone.

“Cough, that, I just read the documents sent by Assistant Eye Shen, it seems really important, do you want to handle the company parts first, I...”

“You're the most important. ”

“ …… ”

Before Seasonal Warm could be moved, he took her straight upstairs and wouldn't even let her go downstairs without her coat.

Is this the legendary husband?

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At night, Mo Jing went deep into the bedroom and did not see the warm season.

He looked at the closed door of the bathroom, which, although quiet, did sound like running water in the bathtub.

Lift your wrist and glance at the time.

A dozen minutes later, the seasonal warmth still hasn't come out.

Seasonal warmth was indeed taking a bath in the bathroom, the water was a little hot and soaked for a while, and her eyes were a little lost watching the fog vaporize in front of her.

The ear sounded as if it was again: “The woman he really put on the tip of his heart has...”

I think that's what Murpherine said.

After all, the depth of the ink that she saw was good for herself throughout the Second Century, and she could not only see it with her eyes, but also feel it with her heart.

Moreover, before she got married, she tried to find some dark, dark history to justify her marriage, and even spent more than a month secretly investigating the depth of the ink.

Despite Mojing's uncertain progression, his mysterious low profile, and the seemingly large number of bodyguards around him, it was difficult to obtain.

But after a long period of squatting, it turns out that a lot of the women who chased him wanted to marry him, love him, even the kind who threatened to jump to meet him, went up to the celebrity circle of the ladies, down to one, two, three classes of female stars.

But Mo Jingdeep never gave those women a chance, even if someone was messing around and dying, he wouldn't even look.

He has always kept a light and appropriate distance in front of women, difficult to figure out, more difficult to get close to, abstinently homemade and calm.

No, it's not!

She cried her throat that night, and he didn't let her go!

And last night she burned to that virtue. He can harden it!

Abstinence, goddamn it! Abstinence!

The bathroom door was suddenly opened and the season was warmly lifting his eyes as he lay on the bathtub, looking stunned at the man who walked straight into the bathroom with his long legs open.

In the foggy water room, the man's tall and tall figure is slightly pungent.

She shrugged her eyes and woke up just a little bit, which made her realize that she had just been soaking for too long and that her head was all a little dull.

“What are you doing? I'm in the shower. ”

Her hair was wet and scattered behind her shoulders, like black seaweed, and the water beads on her face reflected the light in the bathroom.

Mojing only glanced at her once, pulled the bath towel and directly fished her out of the water. Seasonal Warm hadn't even said a word of rejection, and people had been wrapped up.

He took her out without a word.

“Mo Jingdeep, why did you suddenly go in when I took a bath...”

“I've given you almost 20 minutes, so much hot water, you've been soaking for so long, do you want to faint again? ”

Ji Wen heard him speak ill and wondered why he had a good temper suddenly.

She frowned: “Then just call me outside...”

Mo Jingdeep put her on the bed and pulled the bath towel out of her.

Seasonal warmth was cold, she wore nothing, and her subconscious hurried over and rolled around the bed, wrapping herself back with a quilt.

“Didn't I do it for you last night?” The ink depth threw her bath towel aside.

“But I can do it myself tonight...”

Deep as if she hadn't heard, Mo Jing ripped off the quilt she had wrapped around her, and Season Warm was a little overwhelmed by his sudden hegemony.

Could it be that she didn't sleep well last night, so seeing as she's feeling better tonight, we should just make it up to her?

Mo Jing deeply lifted the quilt and put her in, fading away: “Seasonal warmth, the most important thing between husband and wife is trust, no one's gossip should cause emotional fluctuations here with you. ”

His tone was too faint, and the season was warm and he looked at his bright, cloudy brows.

When she was in the bathroom, she really thought about things she shouldn't have...

Does Mo Jingshen read minds? Or is it too easy for him to see people?

“Don't want to sleep? Is it all right? ”

“ …… ”

“If we don't want to sleep, let's do something else. ”

Season Warm's fingers on the quilt curled a little: “Not yet, not yet...”

Mo Jing leaned down deeply, reaching up to her chin and lowering her eyes to lock her face with her gaze.

Season Warm just wanted to talk, but he took his chances and lowered his head and kissed him.

The deeper kiss than she expected dazzled her a little until her body curled up in the quilt without a thing, before he bit her gently on the lip and stuck it on her lips with a low dumb voice: “Sleep or sleep with me, choose the same. ”

Seasonal warm "so” put a blanket over your head...

Sleep, of course!

All of a sudden, she was afraid she wouldn't take it!

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When Seasonal Warm woke up, the sun in the bedroom sprinkled on the bed, and she squinted her eyes out the window and picked up her phone and looked at the time.

Mo Jingdeep before she got up, and by this time he should have gone to the office, yesterday he intentionally stayed with her at home, but this morning there was a regular weekly meeting of the company.

After two days at home, she was in good spirits to brush her teeth and wash her face.

When she went back to the bedroom to get dressed, her cell phone at the end of the bed rang, and she walked over and glanced, calling from the Seasons.

Guess what, Dad's got some news.

Otherwise, with his stinky, hard temper, he would never call her.

“I heard you were going to buy those two real estate companies in Han Tianyuan's hands?” Once connected, Ji Hongwen split his head and covered his face with cold-hearted blame.

“Mmm.” Haven't heard Dad's voice in a long time, and Seasonal Warm had a moment of trance.

“Why don't you talk to your family about something so big? Han Tianyuan never knew how to do business! Don't say that the domestic real estate industry can't eat at all right now. Just because the two companies in his hands are already at risk of collapse, you're going to spend 30 million more? That kind of company, we can't take a million dollars! ”

“Dad, I'll talk to you about this when I get home.” Seasonal warmth is calm, and she doesn't really want to argue about it on the phone.