Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The moment the boss saw the black card, the corner of her mouth smoked.

She knows there are a lot of rich people living in this place, but buying an onion and buying two bags of seasoning is going to have to brush a black card, which is really hard to pick up.

Seasonal warmth, busy reaching out and pressing the hand of Ink's deep card down, quickly took a fifty from his bag and gave it to the shy boss.

“Cough, I'm looking for $31.08.” After the boss found the money, her eyes still couldn't help but shift from the warmth of the season back to the depth of Ink.

Even the boss's daughter stared at this side a few times.

The harsh man was long enough to wear a glamorous halo, and his aura was hard to describe in a precise word, and he could not be ignored.

“So rich to buy these things personally...” Seeing them go, the boss and the daughter muttered in a whisper, and there was no lack of envy between words.

Seasonal warmth comes out with a hard pull of ink.

Although I didn't feel that way, I just thought that the supermarket owner's mother's daughter stared at him like a hungry wolf saw food. She couldn't ignore it in her eyes, so she pulled out a man a lot taller than herself.

Mojing held the little things she had just bought with one hand, and her other hand was still in her trouser pocket, and her long leg held a not too tight and slow stride, so she accompanied her home.

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In fact, Seasonal Warm is also considering whether Mo Jingshen will be busy in the afternoon at the company.

If he's tired after work, she can cook the noodles when he gets home.

As soon as she entered the door, Mo Jing deeply asked her to wait, threw the black trench coat at her, turned around to unbuckle the expensive shirt cufflinks, and grabbed the superior textured sleeve and turned into the kitchen.

The season warmed up to the man who made her almost invisible and her subconscious swallowed a sip of spit.

This man...

Why does it happen all the time...

Hmm... great dining...

Looking forward to the noodles, and the man who cooked the noodles, somehow wondering if he had crushed him to bed last night. Go hard. The scene of the harsh advance belongs to the other side of Mo Jing Deep...

In bed, this man is definitely not as shrewd as he looks!

Seasonal warmth felt a little unsettled, stood in front of the door for half a day, his face fluttered red and went straight into the bedroom.

Sitting on the bed, she noticed that she was still holding her coat with a deep ink view. She glanced out a few times, heard the sound of water burning in the kitchen, lowered her head, put the black coat in her nose and smelled it.

Smell it again.

Clean as a clean and fresh smell in the morning, she was not sure if she had smoked in Ink View, but she did not see him smoking in front of her in her impression. He had a faint tobacco smell on him. If he didn't smell it carefully, he could hardly smell it. I don't know if he had smoked in the company conference room or if he had.

But it smells good.

……

In the kitchen.

The phone rings.

Mo Jing moved the surface of the water with his hand and took out his phone and looked at it. He put it in his ear: “What's wrong? ”

South Balance. The cool voice came from the phone: “Zhou Jia and Han family had a pretty good blow this time, Han family has basically been abandoned. Although there is some background behind Zhou Shi's back, he has not dared to move lightly. Han Tian, with the help of your woman, is now squatting naked in the station for interrogation. He interrogated some statements from him that you can be interested in, and asked Shen Moo to bring them to you tomorrow. ”

“Mmm.” Mo Jing responded with a deep and faint voice.

Nan Heng heard that his tone did not sound like he was resting or in bed with a woman, and asked casually: "Didn't he go back to Orlando International? Still not resting? ”

“Mm-hmm.” Another faint voice.

Nanheng chilled, his tongue topped the corner of his mouth, humming: “Are you busy in the study? Then I'll hang up. You're busy. ”

Deep Mo Jing answered the phone with one hand and placed several seasonings in rolling water with a calm tone: “Cooking noodles. ”

Nanheng: “…”

Yes, I can.

Mom, he's really good!

Deep in the scenery, the two large families were sent to hell just a moment ago, and I glanced at Zhou Yeon's lower body twitching and lying in the hospital with blood tears and tears and begging for his tail. I didn't even blink a second. I turned my eyes back home and actually boiled my face so at home!

“Is it your woman who wants noodles? ”

“Mmm.”

“Oh, no wonder the woman in season warmth is so stupid in front of you, she was fooled by your face, shush, you actually cook noodles for a woman.” Nan Heng Chilled: “My father and Qin Shiting have been your brothers for so many years. I haven't even drunk one cup of your own water. How many bowls have you cooked? Let's take a pause, I'd like to see if you put some soup in Seasonal Warm's face, otherwise how could she suddenly tread so hard on you? ”

There was no answer on the phone, but Nan Heng had excellent ears and heard Mo Jingdeep breaking the eggs over there.

Very crisp and crisp sound.

Nanheng: “… this side is quite rich, even the eggs. ”

"Want some?" said Mojing. ”

“Mm-hmm. ”

“For the rest of your life.” There's no temperature, not a sound on the deep side of the ink.

Next, the phone was hung up directly.

Nanheng: “…”

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Ten minutes later, Seasonal Warm waited for a half-day dinner to finally show up at the table.

Take a bite of the chopsticks with joy, it really touches her bad.

Before in the Imperial Garden, she was very excited to insist on going to the kitchen to show her hands. She thought her noodles were super delicious and would definitely impress the depth of the ink scene. At that time, the ink scene was not touched at all.

Now that I've eaten his noodles, her craftsmanship is really...

Tsk, not on the counter at all.

After eating a small half bowl, she looked up at the table with her and, although eating something like hers, always behaved with grace from a man.

Ink deep lifted her eyelids because of her gaze and snapped her lips slightly: “Do I look better than the noodles in your bowl? ”

Seasonal warmth swallowed a bite of noodles and I would love to answer yes.

But reason kept her quiet. After all, President Mo Da opened it again last night. If she tries to fling, she probably won't be able to sleep again tonight.

As she ate her face, she asked softly and vaguely: "Do you know what happened at the East Side of the City Bar today? ”

“Do you want me to not know?” Men's voices are low and the lines still sound magnetic.

But she did hear it.

Sure.

She felt a little strange at the time, and it was incredible that everything was going well.

In that situation, shouldn't Han Tian be in a state of wind, cranes and songs? If he drinks, he won't be stupid enough to suck that one. Ex-girlfriend of poison history.

After all, that little three-line star sucked. The problem of poison, if it appears around him, is undoubtedly aggravated by the snow.