Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Season Warm was going to rip her own collar, Mo Jing raised her hand deeply and held her hand and looked at her with black eyes.

Shen Moo brought the ice water and didn't dare go to see what the season is like. Try not to open your face, lest you see something you shouldn't.

“General Mo, water.” Shen Moo whispered.

Ink took a deep glance at the lounge chair in the hallway, picked up the water, sat down with the warmth of the season, and put the cup over her mouth: "Here, drink the water. ”

Seasonal warmth felt the cold in the cup, and she drank several sips in a hurry, adding some ice water to make the dry heat in her body more or less crushed.

She remained powerless to close her eyes and moaned in a low voice between her neck as if to ask for help: “It hurts...”

Shen Mu coughed: “President Mo, I will drive you and Miss Ji to the hospital, or go back to the court...”

Mo Jingdeep wrapped the coat on the warmth of the season in a cool tone: “Take care of the people here. Anyone who doesn't know will be released after checking. As for those who know and those who are complicit in this matter, you know what to do. ”

“Okay, I know. ”

“Find out if this has anything to do with the Zhou family except Zhou Yen's own will. Do not leave any of the previous causes and all the people involved behind. ”

Mo Jing said deeply, put aside the already empty cup and lift the season warm to the outside.

Shen Moo hastily followed him: “President Mo, I don't need to send you a driver...”

Mo Jing looked deeply at the little woman who had been blushing in her eyes and blushing back and forth around his neck, muttering: “No need. ”

……

Mo Jingdeep took the insane Season Warm into the car, fastened her seat belt, made sure she wouldn't sit and suddenly fall down, and then touched her hot little face again, sighed and closed the door.

After boarding the car, the warm head of the season suddenly fell towards him.

Even she slipped straight down from the seat belt and couldn't sit at all.

Mojing frowned deeply. Reaching out was just about to help her rework her seat belt. Seasonal warmth accidentally touched the buckle of the seat belt. Suddenly, she unbuckled the seat belt. In a flash, she slipped straight off the seat and almost farted. The stock sits on the floor.

Ink depth: “…”

He stretched his hand and pulled her up. He leaned over and pulled his seat belt. Seasonal warmth suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at him blindly. His cheeks were red and his eyes were flashing with water.

“This medicine... is too much... how can it be a man... in my eyes... become my husband's face...”

Mo Jing looked down at the little woman who was still talking nonsense: “Which other face did you see that was like mine? ”

“Just now... in the box...” she closed her eyes and said in a horrible way: "I think I saw my husband come to save me... but... he is abroad and should be back tomorrow morning at the earliest... how could he come...”

Good. That glass of water he just fed in vain.

He became a hallucination in her head at first glance.

……

Black Gusteau is on the road, a short distance from the royal garden.

Passing a hospital, the car didn't stop.

Seasonal warmth sits beside you, drooling low over your head, apparently enduring that feeling of dry heat and extreme emptiness.

Mojing took a deep look at the luxury apartment not far from Mojing Group and drove past it.

The car quickly drove near the apartment and the sound of the seat belt being opened was heard deep in the ink view.

The season was warm in the co-pilot's seat and suddenly the whole crowd came to him, holding him around his neck with both hands and going away. Hot and tender. Soft body affixed to him, unconsciously affixed to him... lagging back and forth...

Mo Jingdeep jumped hard on her forehead because of her posture and movements.

“I'm so hot... husband... help me...” Season warm hugged him and put his face between his neck.

Roll. Hot breath sprayed out of her mouth, very messy on his neck, kissing and chewing: “Hubby... help me... I'm going to suffer... please..."

Mo Jing held the steering wheel with one hand and pulled her away from her arms for a certain distance. “Don't move, I'm driving. ”

“Hot... so hot...” The Seasonal Warm Sticker refused to move away from him and continued to arch into his arms.

She almost swallowed and more instinctively wrapped around him, with both elongated, white legs wrapped around his waist.

Mo Jingsheng was almost directly braking on the side of the road because of her move.

He looked at it like an octopus. The season was warm on him and his eyes were deep: “Sit back and listen, you'll be here soon, hmm? ”

“Don't... I'm so hot, so hot, so hot...”

Season Warm held his neck tight and his other hand touched him back and forth, suddenly scouring his shirt collar, simply snooping along the skin of his collar.

She felt a nice, tight chest, and she was even drier. Hot and distressed, he had to go straight between his arms and sit directly on him!

The more she thinks about it, the more out of control she gets, the more people are ready to move their asses. In the past, Mojing held on to that restraint and pushed her back into the co-pilot's seat.

Mojing held her down with one hand and the other pressed the steering wheel, silently warning: "Be honest! ”

Seasonal Warm didn't speak, didn't listen to his warning, didn't know where the brute force came from, drilled out of his hands like a mud, couldn't get out of the co-pilot's seat, simply suddenly probed his head past and pillow directly on his leg.

She stretched out her fine white hand to try to unwrap his belt at a moment deeper into the ink.

I unwrapped this thing last time, but this belt looks different from the last time. I hadn't unwrapped it for half a day...

Mo Jing deeply pressed her hand and the car drove into the underground parking lot in the apartment area at a terrible speed.

Until the car stopped, Seasonal Warm had not yet realized where she was at, until the door opened and her whole person was directly taken out, and she looked at the man who had taken herself into the elevator.

“Husband...” Seasonal warm voice grieved.

Why haven't you brought her home yet?

“Mm-hmm." Mo Jing responded with a low voice and a low voice.

“I... I'm dying of heat...”

“Mm-hmm.” Still a low, faint response, more mute.

Ji Wan wanted to say why he didn't bring himself home. She never came here, but she couldn't say much. She almost made a noise every time she wanted to talk. At the end of the day, she simply bit her lips. Poor Baba looked at the man who could see but couldn't eat.

She's a little more or less awake now. Come here, Mo Jingshen. Is this a business trip back?

Three days is really three days. That's a good husband on time.

Seasonwarm leaned her head in his arms until Mojing deeply hugged her out of the elevator, the surrounding environment was strange and quiet. She couldn't measure the area. When she heard the unlock in front of the door, she was taken directly into the door by Mojing-