Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

In the room, bath towels were thrown on the bed, and items such as seasonal warm phones still hadn't moved on the nightstand.

The housekeeper explained beside him: “I just sent in the clothes I bought to Mrs Mo and then went to the other rooms to clean them up, I didn't notice any movement here...”

Qin Shiting leaned against the door with his arms around his chest, humming: “Since you still have the ability to slip away, I don't think your woman should be a big deal. With regard to her physical condition, there is nothing wrong with her other than the cold disease that fell when she was a child. She is very healthy. ”

Qin Shiting lifted his chin and pointed at the direction of the window with his eyes: “Is this it? She still has the strength to jump out the window. ”

Mo Jing has long seen open windows and wind-blown, flightless curtains, his face is invisible and his gaze seems to be faint without any emotion.

Qin Shiting couldn't help but look at the noisy expression. She walked out to the window and glanced casually. “No wonder she didn't take the usual path today. There is a tall tree outside this window. Any child who jumps will not get hurt...”

……

A bar half way from the Royal Court Hotel.

Seasonal warmth sits in a card bag in a secluded corner with a row of glasses on the table.

She had two drinks, not bad.

Raise your hand and wipe your nose, reaching out faceless to pick up another glass.

This is a clear bar, a kind of bar, where guests are mostly civilized people who listen to songs and drink wine, not as messy as regular bars.

Not far from the stands, only a young man holds a guitar and sings a sad folk song, the more sad it gets, the lower it gets.

The warmth of the season has been trying to calm down the emotions a little bit, and the hands on the glass can't stop shaking a little bit.

Running out of the hotel just wanted to calm herself down, otherwise she feared she would lose control of her emotions.

She wanted to grab Mo Jingshen's collar and question him, in her past life, if he went to America with Answer Yan every day after they divorced him!

What she can't even touch is a decade about him, he's the CEO of the Shine Group's global region, overpowered by clouds, and she can't know anything about him anymore!

He's so far away from her, so far away!

And who was too close to him in that decade? Is that an Answer? Is it Seasonal Dream? Or is there a woman a million times better than her?

But she can't ask.

If asked, she would be considered a madman.

A lunatic who talks nonsense that no one else understands.

“Shine Group President Mo Jingshen returned home today and has now arrived in Haicheng...”

“Look at what? You know who that guy on the news is? For a woman like you, I don't think she deserves a shoe! ”

Her ears suddenly rang the last words she heard before her previous life was near death.

Seasonal warmth wiped his nose again and closed his eyes.

All of a sudden it's like being in a cold prison again, surrounded by cold ice, the lonely struggle, the suffocation of poisonous hair, all surrounding her.

It was cold. Her teeth were trembling.

Not too far away are two men who are listening to songs and drinking, dressed like elite white collars of an uppermost society, noticing that the corner seems to be a movement of bottles falling on the ground.

The two men looked back and saw only a slim, white woman sitting on the sofa curled in her knees, burying her face in her knees, shaking almost invisibly, like it was cold.

“Miss, are you all right?” The two men stood up and asked with concern.

Seasonal warmth holds hands on your knees tightly and lifts your eyes.

At the moment when she saw her face clearly, the two men stood still on the spot. It took them half a day to wonder: “Season... Miss Season? ”

Even though Seasonal Warm had drunk alcohol, he could barely recognize that they seemed to have worked with Seasonal's company.

The director and manager of a small business, whatever he was, she was too lazy to think about it. She looked at them coldly and buried her face silently in her lap again.

The two men saw her like she was drunk, the whole person was extraordinarily depressed and quiet, not like the legendary Miss Zhang Yang.

"Miss Ji, are you drunk? To pick you up without contacting the Ji family? ”

In the end, the voices of the two men had not yet completely fallen. Suddenly, the warmth of the season raised its head and asked with no expression: "Want a drink? ”

Those two: “…”

It would be a real privilege to sit down and drink with Ji's wife for the rest of your life. Who would say no?

Even if it's just drinking, it's definitely quite tempting for a man. The fool will refuse if he can still impress the Seasons!

……

Half an hour later.

Seasonal warm eyes are no longer red, sad emotions are no longer present, and speech begins to laugh.

Touching the glasses with those two people, she drank and lifted her finger to the person singing on the stage not far away: "I told you, Auntie is now a revamped woman. If I had changed my mind... I would have seen such a handsome little meat singing such a beautiful song in the bar... I would definitely go to the trick...”

“And ah...” she squinted her eyes with a smile and pointed her finger in front of her: “Do you know who the boss is behind this Clear House? Shh... I'll tell you..."

Seasonal warmth said, putting his fingers up and sticking them to his mouth. “The boss here is...”

“Sorry, she can't drink anymore. ”

Once again, the wine passed to the warm mouth of the season was suddenly cut off by a crossed hand.

The ink landscape was deep as water. A handful dragged the silly seasonal warmth on the sofa into his arms. He didn't go to see the two embarrassed faces. He was surprised to find out who he really was. Half a drag took the person up, and kicked the coffee table in the middle of the sofa away, and took the seasonal warmth away.

His brain was completely washed by alcohol and the season was so warm that he didn't know what was going on, he waved at Waiter, a powerful pub, trying to grab another glass of wine.

“I want more! ”

“Just a few drinks and you think you'll ever get this again?” Ink took her out of the bar in a gloomy face and rubbed her hands off against the warm face of the season, wiping away the wine and night on her mouth.

He rubbed it while the season was warm and hiding, not cooperating at all.

“Be honest!” His tone is low and angry.

At this point, across the street, parked quietly in a white luxury car, started the engine, and left.

Mojing deeply saw the car leave, his eyes turned cold into bones, and then he saw the seasonal warmth that had been distorted by him to break away from him.

Seasonal warmth lifted his eyes just to say let him go, but because of his eyes, he couldn't help but tremble, and instantly, the wine woke up three points.