Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“What's going on?” The deep, bladed cold eyes of the ink view turned from the dark bathroom direction to the Anscript beside you.

Ann didn't expect him to ask himself.

This man is overly observant and thoughtful...

So dense... so horrible...

“I don't know.” Anyan knew he couldn't keep it from me, and he could only whisper: “I was just coming to the bathroom, but I felt like it was... unusual...”

“Just unusual?” Mo actually laughed deeply: “Anya, don't you want to go back to America in peace? ”

The frozen expression of An Yan was almost instantaneously frozen by him and his eyes dropped: “I really don't know. ”

Mojing didn't take care of her anymore, and her condensed eyes had fallen back into the cold.

At this time, Sheng Yi no longer intends to waste any more time. After all, a little worrying appeared in his eyes. He said softly: “The season warmed up 25 minutes into the bathroom and has not come out yet. ”

As the voice of the other party had just fallen, Anshu instinctively reached out his hands to save the man's arm beside him. His hands had not yet touched him, and Mo Jingdeep's figure had been a few steps away from her.

The bathroom door was actually locked backwards, the deep jaw line of Ink View was tight, the throat slipped, and the dark eyes dripped out of the cold river water.

……

Bathroom thick alloy door kicked open momentarily, moisture stagnant in the hot bathroom due to prolonged lack of air conditioning ventilation.

Inkview tightened her eyebrows deeply, and all the doors in the bathroom were automatically semi-opened because no one was inside, only the innermost door was tightly closed.

The hotel staff hurried in with a temporary searchlight, only to be scratched by the dark cold eyes of Ink View, and hurried forward to help open the door inside.

The moment the door opened, the season warm in a pink dress sat on the toilet lid, his head weak against the wall, his hands drooling beside him, the hair in front of his forehead was somewhat sweaty on both sides of his forehead and cheek, his eyes closed quietly, his face pale as paper, his lips were almost bloody, and he was already in a coma.

Anshu Yan followed him and saw this scene. The show frowned, only because the warm face of the season was so white that it was frightening...

“Geez, how come there's people in this bathroom?” The staff who were not involved in the incident stood shocked and shouted: “How long has this been fainting? Call a doctor, don't let anything happen...”

The staff's voice has not yet fallen. Mo Jing has taken off her suit with cold eyes. She directly took out the immobile season warmth. Her body was freezing cold. The dress was covered with the tide of being bored out here. She wrapped half of her body in a suit that still retained his temperature and quickly held him up across the side.

Quickly walk out of the bathroom, and Mozambique is already frozen to watch the scene.

Mo Jing deeply saw Xiao Su's chill. He did not hesitate to hold Xi warm and walked quickly in front of him. When he was also rushing past Shen Mo, he threw down a cold sentence: “Call and let Qin Shiting come to me right away. ”

Shen Moo nodded hastily, not knowing what was really going on. When he saw the pale season warmth, he nodded. "I'll tell Dr. Qin right away! ”

As soon as the voice fell, I looked back and saw that if something stood still at the end of the crowd, Shen Moo thought that there was a ready-made doctor in front of me.

The orthopedic doctor is at least a doctor...

But he doesn't dare to say it now, otherwise he won't even know how to die.

Even if tonight's most striking is Shine Group and Meshaw, a true Mozi ruler, the deep side of Haicheng must not be overlooked.

Although he seldom appears at such a dinner party, the low profile makes his private life unclear, but Mojing's position in the business world is truly insignificant. Anyone involved in the business world, whether domestic or foreign, who knows the three words of Mojing Shenzhen, will certainly pay careful attention to his actions.

Haicheng people know that Mo Jing is deeply cold and lonely, difficult to get close to. Apart from his immediate family and friends, no one can easily deal with him. Most people only dare to praise the front cold, and get a courtesy laugh from him. That would be an honor.

In previous months, there were more rumours that after Mo Jingshen's marriage to the Ji family, he had no real name and no emotional foundation with his newly married wife, and the vast majority of intellectuals believed that he would definitely divorce and marry.

At this moment, however, in the glorious banquet hall, everyone watched the scene with shock...

Once the ink landscape was changed to the usual colour, the cold air between his eyebrows forced him not only to see such clear cold and angry on his face, but also to see him walking through the banquet hall with a woman in a pink dress.

Even more so, this woman is... The rumors in the media in the last few months have been "penetrated into the Cold House” Mrs. Mo, Seasonal Warm!

More or less, some of you still recognize the beautiful to angry face of Seasonal Warm, except that she has always had a bright and pale face at this time.

It was just discussed that maybe he would soon marry into the Mo family's Anshu Yan, but he didn't look very well behind him, but he seemed to ignore it completely, and even a redundant glance was stingy to look at her.

“General Mo.” An Yan followed Mojing closely behind him: “I need to change Mrs. Mo's dress. I brought her some extra clothes. Let me help her change...”

“No need!” The dark color of the ink is like ice in the cold winter nights.

The footsteps of the Book of An suddenly stifled, and his face finally gradually became impatient.

Guests in the banquet hall were also shocked by how deeply Mo Jing was so angry for the warmth of the season that he didn't give a word and a half.

The news that An Yan was about to marry into the Mo family was recognized and was broken by Mo Jing himself.

……

Shen Moo called and looked back and saw that Mozambique's face was already dark and cold as it approached.

“Director Ink.” Shen Moo nodded respectfully to him.

Mushao was furious: “If people have passed out, take them directly to the hospital. Why did you stay at the hotel and call Qin Shiting? Still think it's not enough here? Afraid the guests won't see too much fun? ”

Shen Mo sighed for a few seconds and said seriously: "Sorry, director Mo, I've been with him for years and I'm used to listening to him. ”

Mozambique closed its eyes coldly.

“At this time, most doctors in nearby hospitals are off duty, with only emergency and duty doctors," Shenmu added. Dr. Qin's medical science, people inside and outside Haicheng know that President Mo must have his own considerations, and this dinner is not over. If President Mo leaves many guests directly, it may make more people uncomfortable... ”

Moshao stared at him with an ugly look on his face. Shen Moo nodded politely and respectfully to him: “Dr. Qin has driven this way and I will wait for him at the door. ”

Speaking as if he hadn't seen the cold face of Mozambique, he turned around and walked out the front door of the hotel.