Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Ink's deep eye wind scraped over her face and faded: “Green vegetables. ”

“Oh.”

Seasonal warmth was somewhat embarrassed to draw the right sign on the green vegetable plate. When I raised it back and forth, I understood that the ink scene was more vegetarian, so I ordered some other light things.

Then he handed him the menu: "See if you have anything to add? I'm not a little too much. ”

Mojing took it deeply, but didn't see it, and handed it directly to the waiter at the table.

“What would you like to drink? ”

“Is there hot water? White boiling water is fine.” Seasonal warmth.

“Yes, I'll bring it to you right away. What would you like to drink, sir? ”

“Same.”

Seasonal warmth immediately raised his eyes to the depth of the ink scene and remembered silently that the ink scene deeply disliked milk. She knew that she was not particularly fond of coffee and tea, and had a passion for white water like her. She ate so well, she probably had already figured out his taste.

The waiter took the menu and turned away. Soon afterwards, a hot, seasonal soup pan was sent over.

In less than a minute, the steaming heat spreads between them.

“I was worried you weren't used to this environment.” Seasonal warmth said to pick up the glass pot handed over by the waiter, which contained warm water soaked with lemon chips.

Mo Jing's deep, clear and handsome eyebrows twitched: “How can you say that? ”

“Hot pots, usually for people like you who are overpaid in hotels on weekdays, come and go in formal occasions, I don't think they will be very fond of this kind of thing. ”

“I don't like it, but I don't want to eat it.” Mo Jingdeep just laughed and didn't laugh at her as she was about to go off track.

“Do you like sweets?” Seasonal warmth suddenly held his face, passing through the white enthusiasm, looking at the man as if he were a godly handsome face.

And he looked at her and he said, "Is this going to start learning more about my preferences? ”

Seasonal Warm smiled very frankly: “I can't help it. I suddenly have a very strong sense of crisis today. If I don't take the initiative any more, what if my husband is abducted by someone else! ”

Mojing laughed low and deep.

“I bet you don't eat sweets.” Seasonal warmth spoke to herself.

Because that time he bought her soup circles and came back to eat them, he had not eaten a bite, that taste was too sweet, I don't think he liked it.

He picked the eyebrows, and she was right.

A hot pot eats plenty of water, and the season is warm all the time to ask questions. Mojing answers occasionally and ignores occasionally.

It wasn't until the warmth of the last season that he even asked what color he liked that he couldn't bear to bring this little woman out of Hot Pot City suddenly looking for questions.

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Seasonal Warm House spent two days at home reading company information and various reports, and did not go out.

In the meantime, Seasonal Dream called two more times, and she didn't answer any of them, pretending to be dead all the time.

Just the night before the weekend, Mr. Mo's birthday party, Seasonal Dream called again.

Ji Wen just stepped out of the study and glanced at the phone number. He didn't have a face to answer the phone.

“Sister, haven't you and Jingshen returned to the Imperial Garden in a few days?” Seasonal dreaming sounds are cautious.

Seasonal warmth is slow: “No, why? You went to the Imperial Garden to see us? ”

“I... I was at a party with my classmates this afternoon, passing through the Imperial Garden, and wanted to come in and find you, but Sister Chen said that you and Brother Jingshen had not recently returned to live in the Imperial Garden. ”

Passing through the Imperial Garden?

The Miyagi is located in the city south of Haicheng, and in a quiet environment. No matter where you went before the monsoon, you will not be able to pass near the Miyagi if you want to return to the family.

“I didn't go back to live there. Your brother-in-law and I have been in a small world recently, and there are probably some geniuses to go back to at the Imperial Garden.” The season was warm with a warm smile.

It seemed that Seasonal Dream over there was paused by her answer, and she asked cautiously after a moment of silence: "Where have you and Jingshen been living lately? I'll find you! ”

“Can't we meet tomorrow at Mo's? Why are you so anxious to see me today?” Seasonal warmth is too lazy to pretend to be enthusiastic and cool to say no: “I'll talk about it tomorrow, I'm still busy. ”

“I brought you something good, sister, if it's convenient for you, let me come to you.” Seasonal dreams persist.

After a moment of silence, Seasonal Warm wanted to see what kind of Guan she was selling. Tomorrow is Grandpa Mo's big life. Seasonal Dreams contacted her so enthusiastically for two days. Something unusual must have happened.

……

I met Seasonal Dreams at a dessert store, and Seasonal Warm never revealed where I was living.

When I arrived at the dessert store, Seasonal Dreams saw me sitting by the window drinking milk tea and watching the warmth of the phone, walking in.

Seasonal Warm just didn't see her, her eyes on the phone screen stared at the news just brushed off, seemed unprotected, and when Seasonal Dream came to the table, it was just warm and cold and said: “Sit down, what is it? ”

She was too lazy to give Seasonal Dreams too many good looks, let alone disguise her sisterhood.

Shimon pushed a sophisticated box of squares to her: "Didn't you say you wanted to send Murrow a board? I've been begging Dad for a long time, and he finally promised to give me this board. Sister, you can give this to Grandpa Mo tomorrow. ”

The last time I got the chess score, Seasonal Dream didn't know.

Seasonal warm head didn't lift, still looking at the phone, the voice was cold and clear with the alienation of the rejection a thousand miles away: “Grandpa Mo's life, you have always been very concerned. ”

Seasonal dreams a good sister naturally want to think for her face: “After all, you are my sister, and Brother Jingshen is good to me, I always have to help you. ”

“Really?” Drop your phone in the warmth of the season and watch the dreams of the season faintly.

For a moment, the fourth eye was opposite, and Seasonal Dream looked in her cold eyes, and her heart beat: “Sister, you have really scored a lot with me lately. The Imperial Garden won't let me go. Now you won't even tell me about your new place. What are you guarding against? ”

Seasonwarm glanced at the box on the table and opened it with his hand, and saw that it was indeed the cornstone board that Daddy had been collecting for many years.

It's really true, it's really unusual...

Seasonal warmth covered the box, slightly bent the white fingers, fingers on the glass desktop seemed careless and gently tapped twice: “Why are you always skeptical these days? Is it true what you did to me? ”

Seasonal's natural expression almost froze: “How could I ever do anything wrong to you? You are my sister, my own sister! ”

Seasonal warm gaze fell back on the phone again, and the tone of the voice was faint: “Then why not? What are you always worried about if you don't do anything wrong? ”

“I... my... is to ask... I'm afraid you and I are too born, since I've been thinking too much, then I won't ask. ”

The season was warm and cold and no longer answered.

About ten minutes later, Seasonal Dreams found a reason to go.

Season Warm didn't even look at the chessboard on the table anymore, still stared at the screen in his hand, and randomly checked a historical data related to this jade chessboard. Then, the corner of his mouth instantly gave off a slight smile, his eyes were clear, and he couldn't see anything at all.