Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth simply took out the phone to call the police, but the light in the corner of his eyes suddenly saw a black extended business car parked in front of the hotel door, walking out two shadows, pressing his finger on the phone to rest instantly.

When you see the two shadows clearly, the warmth of the season is different.

It's Mo Jingshen and the scriptures!

Mo Jingshen did tell her on the phone the other day that he was going to a dinner tonight.

How did he end up here with Anjou?

So they're at the same dinner?

Far away, we saw them both get off at the same time. Anshu Yan wore a beautiful and decent dress today. As he walked into the front door of the hotel, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his arm.

Seasonal warmth instantly reflected instinct that Mo Jingdeep would definitely push her away.

But Mo Jing Deep didn't push away.

Season warm heart instantly hit hard, hands parked on the car window, not moving for a long time.

The window on the other side was suddenly knocked twice, the door was opened, and she looked at her in the cold and asked, “Are you sure you don't want to come in? ”

Seasonal warmth turned around and some emotions flashed through his eyes, but it was a good cover.

I wanted to ask him what exactly was the purpose of bringing her here, but I felt that with him, the answer to her would not necessarily be true.

Why don't she go see for herself.

“Close the door! I'll change!” She scolded without anger.

Shengyi's cold mouth revealed an unconscious cold smile. The door was closed again, seemingly to reassure her. This time, he left the electronic keys in the car and gave her the chance to open the door herself after changing it.

Are you sure she won't run again?

Seasonal warmth and darkness grinding her teeth, she reached out to bring the bag in the back seat of the car and opened it. It was a premium box with a tuxedo in it, and she had no patience to open it directly.

Ten minutes later, the season warmed up and got off.

“You think I'm still a teenage girl? It's actually a pink dress, and the hem is still adorned with all kinds of feathers. I doubt that you are deliberately going to bring me to such a place to be ugly.” She didn't look so good.

Shengyi glanced at her, her cold eyes had a flash of amazement. Although the previous season warm often attended various dinner parties with her father, it had to be admitted that the season warm beauty was a low-key, gentle kind of beauty, not offensive and lethal, but only dressed up a little, her share of natural life, is more attractive to men than the beautiful lethality.

“You're only 20 years old, why can't you wear pink?” Sheng Yi walked away from the car, the tone was still faint without temperature, but when the warm face of the season looked at the hotel, she said to her as if by accident: “It's beautiful, you won't be ugly in such a place, after all, it beats the face value. ”

“ …… ”

Sheng Yi, this man, is so annoying even when he says nice things.

Seasonal warmth didn't look at him, which is good because the length of the swarm just passed under her feet and covered the flat shoes under her feet. There was a new pair of heels in the bag under the back seat of the car, but she didn't wear them, and she wasn't really in the mood to wear them.

“You didn't change your shoes?” He noticed that her height remained the same, "he asked.

“Didn't I say I was better than the face?” Seasonal warmth and cold choking.

Sheng Yi stopped talking and just looked at her dress again.

She is about a metre and a half tall, has the perfect shape, and the standard of thick fit is perfect. Such a dress is worn on her body, is of moderate length, and she doesn't really need to wear a pair of tens of centimeters of hatred to support the scene in order to look tall and thin like any other woman.

He turned to the hotel and the seasonal warmth followed.

She lifted her hand as she walked, simply grinding her long hair behind her shoulder with a strap, making a slightly fluffy hair over her head, then walking straight into the soup.

Before entering the main entrance of the hotel, Sheng Yi noticed that she was simply and politely dressed for the occasion of this dinner, meaning something profound: “I didn't expect that the young lady of the Ji family, one day, could be so rough. ”

Rough?

Seasonal warmth should smile and look at the bright dressed people inside.

Who else would have lived through the 10 years of exodus, couldn't have been sophisticated, and now she can call a stylist to get her a look?

If it had been the warmth of the previous season, maybe it would have been true.

She didn't explain, and she didn't intend to go too close to Sheng Yi when she went in.

Wang Ting Hotel is the largest 7-star hotel in Haicheng. Many people have arrived in the magnificent banquet hall. There are not a small number of clothes and shadows. The prestigious politician merchants stand in crowds. To toast, the liveliness makes the season warm and deeply suspicious. What kind of dinner is this?

Until Seasonal Warm discovered that there were many guests in the banquet hall with an American English accent, who were implicitly heard from their English conversations, executives of the Shine Group of the United States and key players in the business, and tonight, it was the day the Shine Group officially signed a transnational cooperation case with Mercer Group.

Mo Jingshen has been really busy with this lately, and Ji Wen listened for a while and had to go with him because his cold eyes threw at her.

Several people are talking, and voices fall in her ears--

“The Shine Group started in Haicheng. After relocating its headquarters to the United States more than a decade ago, it did not expect the first transnational cooperation with domestic enterprises. It was actually with the Mercer Group. … This counts as its own home. It is indeed a fertile field. ”

“I heard Director Mo will be there tonight? Director Mo hasn't returned to Haicheng in years, has he? The company headquarters in the United States needed him to sit in town, and the years had been hard enough. ”

“No, I heard that when President Mo got married more than six months ago, Director Mo didn't have time to go back to China for the wedding. He didn't even see his daughter-in-law's face. This time he suddenly came back, but it was really sudden...”

Seasonal warmth carries with it an unspeakable anxiety.

Director Mo?

Mo Jingshen's father, Mo Shao Tse?

Still walking in. Suddenly, the afterglow in her corner of the eye found that long and familiar figure...

Season warm turned his head and looked in that direction, that man, that face.

It's Mo Jingdeep, the face that the handsome other person refers to.

He walked from the other side to the center of the banquet hall, the light and reflection disappeared and his figure was clear.

Clear cold eyebrows, tall nose beams, light lips, such as the five official outlines created by the god's ghost axe, perfect impeccability, cold lips grappling with very little to see the emotional curvature.

Black trousers wrapped around his long, straight legs, without the slightest mess, and equally black handmade shirt, of great value.

When he showed up, he didn't have to open his mouth to get noticed instantly.

Handsome and indifferent, small and invisible, and unparalleled high above.

An Shuyan appeared in front of everyone with his arms. A woman with a unique temperament appeared to complement each other beside him. She turned her head closer to Ink's deep ear and whispered. Ink's eyebrows were faint, her emotions were not visible, and she did not respond.