Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“What's the matter?” Ink's deep hands rubbed gently between her waist across her thin nightdress.

The season warmed his mouth a little, and he sighed and looked at him again.

“Secretary An just said on the phone that her lipstick seemed to have fallen in your car. ”

Mojing Shenying raised her eyebrows slightly: “Lipstick? ”

Season Warm glanced at him unhappily, then lowered his eyes and gently pushed his hand around her waist: “Let go of me first, aren't you going to talk to the US about the project later? I'll go to bed first. I'll talk to you tomorrow. ”

The man's hands did not move between her waists, but rather pushed her closer into her arms.

“It's early.” His voice was close to her ear, and the calm between the lines left the little flames in the heart of the season uncontrollable.

“But I'm sleepy!” Seasonal warmth struggled in his arms: "Go and connect with your secretary and wake me up in the bedroom when you're done. ”

“What did she say?” Mo Jingdeep didn't let go because of her struggle and her voice was slightly heavy.

Seasonal warmth didn't struggle, so it simply stopped struggling. Let yourself be trapped in his arms, with his back to his arms. The tone of emotion was hard to argue: “When she said she left work, the car broke down, and then you sent her on the way. ”

Mo Jing looked at her deeply, sighed and patted softly between her waists: "Today the company was busy working with Shine's project, Secretary An had worked at Shine, which is why he left the company almost at the same time after finishing the project plan. ”

Seasonal warmth still doesn't talk, just listen.

“I drove out of the company and saw Secretary An's car parked on the side of the road, the door was open, and her half body was almost raining. It was impossible to ignore this scene because of her subordinate relationship or social relationship with An Jia. ”

“So you let her in?” The season glanced warmly at him and the flames in his heart grew stronger.

Seeing her unhappiness, Mo Jing's dark eyebrows locked her, his hands caressed her head: "I intend to send the driver to drive her home. Secretary An said that all the project information needed for the meeting tonight is still in the bag. It should be wet. I need to hurry home and prepare a new copy at night, and ask directly if I can send her back. ”

The warm corner of the season felt that this fact was coincidental and excessive.

“Her address is not far from the Jinlin Building where you were located.” The deep sound of Mo Jing is quiet and quiet, and the explanation is sincere: “I let her sit in the back row without touching your exclusive seat, Mrs. Mo, don't be angry, huh? ”

Seasonal warmth glanced at him with a glance: “Did you kiss her? ”

The corner of Mojing's deep mouth curved a curve, smiling and not laughing: “What do you think? ”

“Secretary An just told me that when she got out of the car, she temporarily put on a makeup and specially re-applied lipstick. Why is she wearing lipstick? Why are you telling me this so deliberately?” The warm eyes of the season also looked directly at the depth of the ink.

Mo Jingdeep did not speak, but looked at her silently.

A moment later, he asked softly, "Don't you believe me? ”

“I believe it.” The corner of Seasonal Warm Mouth pulled out a long and deep laugh, but it was a bit dark with cuts and discomfort: “But your Secretary An specifically chose to call at this time, obviously using her careful thoughts to declare war on me, should I now calmly pretend that nothing happened? ”

How could she not believe Mo Jingshen?

And he kissed me for so long, it didn't smell like any other woman.

Her man is not clean, so what about pie? Of course she knows.

But what made the security secretary, who had been walking slowly for the battalion, suddenly make this somewhat excessive move?

Isn't it your intention to continue playing the role of presidential secretary for quiet duty?

Ink's eyes swept deep into the phone on the sofa, his eyes calm and calm, without a word, and he could not see the joy.

Just as Seasonal Warm didn't plan to get involved this late, a man's voice suddenly came over her head: "What kind of car do you like? ”

“Ah?” The season warmed up, people were still in his arms, but the brain circuit didn't keep up with the rhythm for a while.

What car?

“The Guster was later dumped in the company, left for public use, and we changed it.” Ink's deep eyes are clear and deep, staring at the warmth of the season with a slightly obnoxious look.

“Change cars?” The warmth of the season was almost choked by his own saliva.

Though she was somewhat disgusted by the fact that Answer Yan had been in his car today, she was not so insane.

Besides, the scripture of An is sitting in the back row, Shen Moo or other people will also sit in the back occasionally. This does not make her feel that she is not respected or anything. Mu Jingshen's thoughtfulness in this regard is not necessarily available to many men, so Seasonal Warm does not feel that there is a need to change cars.

Besides, that's over 60 million dollars worth of cars! Or Rolls-Royce Memorial Limited Edition Guster!

Here's the price now, it'll only be more expensive in 10 years! For collectors and luxury car enthusiasts, the price is even billions!

Even when she was a kid at Ji's parents' house, she didn't go as far as wasting tens of millions of eyes.

“You don't have to change cars. I kind of like this Guster, and I'm not that unreasonable.” The season is warm and skimming.

The man laughed low and low in her ear: "Like Guster? Other models of this car are also great. ”

“You really don't have to change! Over 60 million cars you throw in the company for public use, you might as well kill me with your money!” Seasonal warmth lifted his hand right in front of his chest, but it wasn't heavy, like itching, staring at him, threatening: “Don't change! ”

“Aren't you unhappy?” Mo Jingdeep's voice was very low around her, but the lines were still good at listening to the magnetism, the tone of tolerance and concessions, so that Season Warm could hear that he really wasn't going to let her suffer.

Even if it's just a small grievance born out of intent.

“If you change the car, I'll be even less happy!” Seasonal warmth turned his head and bit him again in the jaw.

Anyway, it's almost time for him to have a meeting with the United States, and he can't throw her back into bed.

The man's eyes darkened in an instant, and he lowered his head and kissed her on her lips without a scratch: “What makes you happy? Hmm?”

Season Warm leaned in his arms and smiled. “Don't touch me for half a month. Let me rest for a while. How about that? ”

The man first kept quiet, and Seasonal Warm thought he could even swap 60 million cars, and this little thing should be compromised once he had put up with it.

As a result, Ink Jing Deep was a profound glance at her, "No. ”

Seasonal Warm: "… 60 million is going to be thrown into the company without a blink of an eye. That's all I'm asking you to disagree with? ”

Mo Jing deeply let her go, turned to the study, and didn't return, saying: “Don't even think about it. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”