Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

She remembered that she had been brought out by Sheng Yi, and remembered that she wanted to find a place to rest. When she got out of the car nearby, she warned Sheng Yi not to follow her.

But she didn't expect Mo Jingshen to find her so quickly.

“Did you get in the car yourself, or did I carry you in the car?” Mo Jing's deep, cold voice was stained with a thin strong color, but her hands never let her go, lest she ran away like a rabbit again.

Cars coming and going from this neighborhood can be dangerous by accident.

Seasonal Warm is standing still.

Not only does she not want to get in the car now, she also wants to take off her shoes and smash them in his face.

Seeing her standing here like a statue, Ink's deep hand forced around her waist.

Seasonal warmth turned to him, and a long, rather textured coat was cut from him.

He only had one shirt inside, no suit.

Oh, yeah, he gave her the suit before, like he left it in the bathroom, worth a fortune.

The price of that suit was enough to buy a 200-planar house around the capital after 10 years, and he's got this coat, which can only be described as too much.

She looked at the man's cold face again and suddenly laughed.

She never thought about what kind of man she was married to once upon a decade of dream-like light and lately these days.

How tall he is, he doesn't even deserve her season warmth!

How good he really is, letting her go from starting with firm goals to gradually afraid of losing them!

Season Warm stared at him and asked in a slightly mute voice because of the wine: "Is the dinner over? ”

“It's not over.” When she asked, he answered, only with a slight tone.

Season warmed his head and lowered his head: “Then go back. I just want to come out and be quiet. Don't delay anything. ”

“Quiet? Jump out the window and drink so far just to be quiet?” Mo Jing held her hand deep between her waist, almost pressing her into his body, some heavy, and some hidden pain.

Seasonal warmth frowned and pushed his hand on him: "This is the street, the car comes and goes, pay attention to the influence, go back to the dinner, I'll take a taxi back to Orlando International. ”

She suddenly pushed a man away.

Seasonal warmth turned around and really reached out to stop a taxi back.

“Stop.” The man's low, slightly cold voice sounded.

Season Warm's deafening attitude ignored him and his hands were still stretched forward.

Until a taxi approached and was about to stop in front of her, her waist and wrist suddenly tightened, one day spinning, Mo Jingdeep pushed her directly onto the car he was driving over.

Not the business car he went to tonight at the Royal Court Hotel, but the black Guster she was familiar with.

As the back slammed hard on the door, although it didn't hurt much, the season warm instinct revealed a defensive look, not yet opened, Ink Jing deeply bowed down and kissed her lips.

All he had was a hint of champagne, a nice, refreshing smell, and his unique freshness, which made it seem like a string that had been tight in his mind for the season had broken off.

She suddenly raised her hand to push him away, but he pressed both arms against the door.

Very hard kind of push! He almost broke my wrist!

She hasn't seen such a temperamental depth of ink!

Until the season warmed, it was only at this moment that it was probably understood that Mo Jingsheng was never affected by the words of Seasonal Dreams, probably because of a lot about her, her past, he knew a long time ago.

So, is it because it's cold?

She hasn't spoken to him yet. Why is he so temperamental?

The kiss didn't know when it was going to end, the cold wind blew through, and the season warmth was trapped between his chest and the body of the car, because he was blocking her from feeling any cold air.

Until she gradually softened her legs and Mo Jing's palm was between her waist, holding her to a point where she could barely slip.

Seasonal warmth of wine has not disappeared, he was kissed at a messy time and couldn't speak. He only heard the voice of Qing Ling Ling in her ear: “I haven't settled with you yet, but you gave me a good show to jump out of the window. Seasonal warmth, you've got a lot of skills. ”

Seasonal warmth suddenly raised her head, but suddenly he opened the door, and he pushed her all the way in.

Her body was completely irresistible and fell on the seat inside. She struggled to get up with a roll, but he had gone around the body and got into the driver's seat, locking the door and not giving her a chance to get out.

“Mo Jing Deep! Who can't get mad yet? I'm not in the mood to come out and have a drink. I didn't fight or make a scene! Why are you being so mean to me?” Seasonal warmth turned his face and shouted at him twice. He was in a hurry to breathe and his chest fluttered, his eyes straddling him.

Mo Jing is not cold or hot: “You should be glad that it wasn't Sheng's bastard who was drinking with you in there, or I'll let you know what the real outrage is. ”

He drove the car away, but it didn't last long. Seasonal Warm felt sick after drinking too much wine tonight and put his hands up to his mouth in a vomiting position.

Mo Jingdeep stopped the car and finally unlocked the central control lock. Seasonal warmth pushed the door open and rushed out of the car, squatting on the side of the road was a bit of dry puke.

She didn't eat anything at night, spit it out except wine or wine, nothing else, hot in her voice.

It hurts in my heart, and I feel uncomfortable everywhere.

I felt a man approaching me. Before he was about to pull her up, he squatted on the side of the road and said, “If I take the car again tonight, I will definitely throw up. I am not feeling well in my stomach. Go back to the party first, leave me alone...”

Unfinished, the whole person was suddenly held up by a man.

Seasonal warm feet and moments away from the ground, both hands instinctively grabbed his neck, half drunk and half awake eyes looked deep into the ink as deep as the sea.

“How could I ignore you?” The man's voice is low, low and faint, and he has a mocha about her as she is now.

……

Seasonal warmth, both physically and psychologically, was irresistible when it was forcibly brought to the nearest hotel behind Ink View.

On the one hand, she really doesn't want to ride in the car anymore, she has a tummy of wine, she wants to throw up in her stomach, and on the other hand, when she comes out, she doesn't have a bag, she doesn't have money, she doesn't have a cell phone, she really has to sleep on the side of the street.

Even if she was drunk, she could tell the difference under the roof, not to mention under the roof of Phnom Penh, a diamond set deep in ink, which makes her even less likely to die.

Seasonal warmth blindfolded his eyes a little straight. He followed him without saying a word. The man suddenly dragged her into the hotel elevator. She was unprepared. She walked in for a moment and ran her head into his arms.