Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth passed out not too long, she was uncomfortable before, plus there was no fresh air in the bathroom, the confined space made her more difficult to breathe, and then suddenly she passed out, she didn't know how.

She struggled in nightmares for a long time, and the nightmares of her past life, long gone, were haunting her mind.

Until suddenly the body seemed to be soaked in warm water and the cold body warmed up, the feeling of anxiety in the nightmare gradually subsided.

Under her neck there seemed to be only one hand dragging her back neck, and her forehead was occasionally covered by the other hand, like trying to test her temperature.

So warm... so comfortable...

Is this a dream too?

Suddenly, Seasonal Warm opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to lose focus, opened for half a day before slowly returning to his mind, and some turned his head slightly blindly, looking at the man by the bathtub.

As soon as she saw Mo Jing's face close to her, her heart jumped instantly and she opened her eyes to see the man frowning tightly. Her eyes were cold and her hands still rested on her forehead.

She glanced at him and saw his suit thrown on the floor not far from the bathroom. From time to time, the cufflinks on his shirt were unbuckled, his sleeves held up a part and revealed a truncated wrist, but because he had always dragged her in the bathtub with his hands to avoid her accidentally choking on the water, his cuffs were more or less soaked, but he seemed unintentional, his eyes were dull and unnamed as if it was not cold and chestnuts.

The season warmed for a while and my head couldn't turn.

Isn't she in the bathroom?

Didn't he notice she was at this party?

How come, suddenly, he wakes up, people are in front of him, and even his clothes are stripped off, and she just lies in the bathtub?

The door outside the bathroom was closed, there were all kinds of footsteps coming from outside, and the sound of Anshu's voice rang out the door: “President Mo, my clothes are new, should we let Mrs. Mo change them first? ”

The ink landscape seemed as if it did not hear the outside sound, and the cold eyes fell on the warm, still bloody face of the season.

“What does it mean to come to dinner without asking me directly, but to find Sheng? ”

Seasonal warmth finally gradually came back to her mind, but the alcohol in her head was constantly pouring, leaving her restless.

The scriptures are still knocking gently on the door.

After a moment of silence, Seasonal Warm smiled. He was somewhat intoxicated. “Why can't I find someone else if you can come with Anshu? ”

She didn't explain how she got here, and she didn't want to.

When the voice dropped, she felt a man's hand resting behind her neck as if it was full of thorns and he was sitting up when he started struggling.

“Don't move.” The dark lines of the ink scene were low and her eyes were clear and indifferent, pressing her: “It was wet and humid in the bathroom just now, and you had too low a temperature to soak in the hot water for a while. ”

“I'm fine, I may have just been a little breathless before, and I'm better now. ”

Seasonal warmth said slowly and carelessly, sitting up in the bathtub, raising his hand to wave his hand away, but he held his wrist instead.

She earned it again, but she couldn't get it off her back. She had to lift her eyes.

“I said I'm better now!” She raised her voice a little bit.

Seeing a man's eyes staring at her, there was absolutely no room for her to avoid.

Seasonal warmth tried to calm down, but I was dizzy because of the wine: “I didn't mean to come tonight, and even if I wanted to, you wouldn't have a place to stand. ”

“I didn't bring you to this dinner to make sure you didn't get the wrong idea.” Mo Jing's deeper or less slowed her tone, but still held her hand on her wrist.

“Oh, I didn't misunderstand much either.” Seasonal warmth lowered his head and stopped looking at him.

Mojing saw that she was sitting in the water, which was really not going to go on soaking, pulling the towel cover over her head and helping her wipe the long hair that was dripping.

Seasonal warmth turned around and avoided his hand, lifting his hand and pressing the towel over his head: "I'll do it myself. ”

The man did not speak, and the movement continued until he took her whole person out of the bathtub, and at the same time pulled another bath towel, bigger and wider enough to wrap her around, wrapped her around her and took her out of the bathroom.

Seasonal warmth was silent until it was placed on the bed, where she instinctively curled up her legs and hid from him invisibly.

Even if she didn't argue too loudly, she was already full of negative emotions.

Mo Jingshen covered her bed quilt until he forced Season Warm to lie in the quilt, then put his hands on her forehead and caressed her. He looked at her and said seriously and seriously: “Qin Shiting will be here soon, I have sent someone to buy you a new set of clothes, you rest here first. ”

As Seasonal Warm can see in this suite, this should be the room upstairs at the Royal Court Hotel, the banquet hall on the first floor of the hotel is still with hundreds of guests, and tonight is an important dinner between Mercer and Shine Group, since she is fine now, he should always take the time to clean up.

She doesn't talk, closes her eyes directly, doesn't even want to make a sound, and doesn't even want to hear his superfluous admonition.

“Warm.” The man stood beside the bed and her name was in the sunken voice.

Seasonal warmth seemed to have not heard, closed his eyes and did not speak or move, but his hands grabbed the bath towel still wrapped around him under the quilt, gradually grasping it.

“How much wine did you just drink?” Mo Jing stared deeply at her.

I just took her into the room and smelled several different kinds of alcohol mixed on her. Although the amount of alcohol prepared at the dinner was not very high, the poor amount of warm wine in the season was well known to the entire Upper Sea City community.

She will definitely get drunk if she doesn't have a few drinks, which he saw a long time ago without her knowing, not to mention that today it's a mix of several kinds of wine.

Seeing that she was still in a drunken mood, Mo Jingdeep put her handbag on the bedside table, picked up her already powerless phone from the inside, looked twice, saw that the battery was really dead, so put the phone down.

“Rest in your room till I get back. ”

In the end, the man looked at her again, and saw that she was now half drunk and half awake, and nothing could be torn apart, and went straight out.

Outside the door, Anyan saw that he had finally come out. He hurried to greet him: "President Mo, how is Mrs. Mo? Is she okay...”

The ink landscape was deep but cold and ignored, walking down the stairs.

……

Half an hour later, the banquet hall seemed to recover as usual.

Ink landscape walked deep in the crowd, his face was still impeccable and his gaze was no longer cast on the body of An Yan. Even if An Yan walked over to seek his eyes, one of the eyes obtained was to give her a chilling feeling like a needle felt.

Qin Shiting had arrived. He suddenly approached him and went to Mo Jing's side. He mocked quietly: “I drove 180 miles to get here, but your woman was not in the room at all. ”

The inky scenery is dark, and the silent, icy eyes of the subconscious look directly at the entire banquet hall.

Suddenly he grinned.

Very good, and the cold is gone.