Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth is impossible to think about, and all consciousness is constantly carried by men into the sofa for a moment, all dissipated.

Ink's deep knee fell beside her, trapping her under her, kissing her little by little and spreading down her neck.

Season Warm pressed his hand against his shoulder and whispered: "Wait...”

The man kept moving, and the dumb voice was in her ear: "Hmm? ”

She pushed him harder on the shoulder and raised some volume: “I think of a few problems I just found in the studio, and I need you to help me analyze them. After all, I'm also the first time I've managed things. I'm not as resolute as you. I don't need you to interfere in other aspects, but I still need you to help me come up with some decisions...”

He paused and looked down at her: “Do you have to say it now? ”

“Not necessarily right now... but I made a gambling appointment with my dad, it's been over half a month, the studio hasn't progressed yet, I'm afraid it will be delayed...”

Mojing's deep eyebrows were slightly raised: “With me, what are you afraid of? ”

“... I just want you to take the time to be my mentor, not to let you bother to interfere in my studio. ”

He laughed, "You have my name in your studio, but you don't want me to interfere. Is that my white name? ”

“I'm a little workshop, usually you're already busy and don't want to waste too much time and energy. ”

“Time and energy are tolerable, even more so for whom.” Mo Jing smiles deeply and bows down again: “Every time you try to find a way to talk about it, can't you be proactive tonight? Hmm?”

“Don't tear the subject apart! ”

“It was obviously you who interrupted my subject. ”

“ …… ”

The man kissed her cheek without hesitation and said: “If you have any questions, send them to me tomorrow after finishing up. If you can't handle the management that just took over, I can bring Mercer's HR elite to help you. Of course, if you need me, I can go there myself. ”

“That's not necessary… and it's not that I can't handle it. Although I am confident about the future development of the studio and the profits that can be made back, after all, I have not learned much about financial management. I feel that my temper is sometimes a little stubborn. It can be counterproductive if I get too hard, but if Liwei can't keep those people down, the studio wants to stabilize long-term development, and the initial relationship and management aspects are also important. ”

Let Mo Jingshen go to her little studio and those people will probably blow up!

“Well, that's good.” Mo Jingdeep sat down beside her.

Season Warm thought he wasn't going to go on, but he held her directly to his leg.

The dense kiss on her face kissed her again, made her heart itch and couldn't resist, the whole person was hooked soft leaned in his arms, there was no strength to move anymore.

“Do you want me to take the time to learn about business management? My dad used to enroll me in some refresher classes in order to get me to work for Ji Shi, but I never did.” Seasonal warmth leaned in his arms, his voice softly said.

The man's low smile seemed to emanate from his chest, and she felt clearly in his arms. She just wanted to ask him what he was smiling at, and he bit her in the ear.

She hissed painfully, her hands covered her ears, and she turned her eyes to see the ink. Her eyes were like a deep sea of ink, and she lowered: "Your husband is in a hurry. Do you have to talk to me about it here? ”

The season warmed for a while before returning his mouth, only glancing at him.

Since Grandpa Mo's birthday, he did control it for a few days.

His company was busy the other day, and she slept early again...

Mojing dragged her hand deeply and pressed it directly somewhere in his body.

Seasonal warmth unconscious busy to pull his hand back, but he held it tight and couldn't pull it apart.

Her whole face was instantly red: "Ink deep! ”

“Want to go to bed early?” He stuck it in her ear and the temperature in her breathing room popped into her ear: “Tonight you took the initiative, I will only let you go once, if I were to continue like this now...”

The season's warm breathing intensified a few points, his hands didn't move there, but the ghost made the gods worse and asked: “Really, it's over once? ”

A man doesn't talk, but he's already kissed her on the cheek, itchy and cheeky.

“How can you be proactive?” She simply never tried to move her hand away again.

Seasonal Warm thinks that there are not a few films that she watched in secret when she went to school before. Not to mention, 10 years later, the Internet age is too developed, and many things can be seen on some software or in various small stations abroad.

But facing the depth of Mo Jing, she really couldn't help but wonder if she wanted to learn from that movie.

After all... that kind of seems a little too much ~ shaky...

Besides, the men in those films are even more different than Mo Jing. They're not in the same world at all. In the face of him, Seasonal Warm is really a little too much to do.

Mo Jingsheng did not speak, but looked at her as if she was too tall.

Until the warmth of the season simply lifted his wrist around his neck and kissed him around his chin, the dull voice of a man fell down on her lips: “In the Garden, I secretly moved all my things back to the master bedroom, and I thought you were trying to figure it out. Bring your husband back to sleep with you, and it turns out I've been thinking too much. ”

Sounds like a twitch in her ear, and the warm face of the season suddenly became more red as if it had been burned.

She was suddenly reborn, she couldn't wait for the whole person to stick to him, she couldn't wait for Mo Jingdeep to see the sincerity she wanted to be with him...

Though it's an active check. She did think about it, but she never put it into practice. After all, every time, he led her to completely uncompressible things. Where can she think of this kind of inactivity?

“You do think too much.” Seasonal warmth bit him hard in the chin.

The man didn't seem to feel much pain, but he whispered, and the sound made the head of the seasonal brain almost exploded.

The powerful hand had been held between her waist, pressed her into her arms again, threatening to make her feel the change that his place could not hide at this moment, the season warmth simply wrapped around him, his face buried in his neck nest, began to learn what he had seen before, tried to stick out his tongue, kissed the man's throat...

She seemed to have done the same thing the night she was drugged, but she had lost her mind, and then she was squeezed in bed all the time, unable to move herself.

The hand held between her waists suddenly held between her waists because of this motion, and when she raised her eyes to observe the deep expression and reflection of the ink, the man suddenly snapped her chin and kissed her down hard.