Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The warmth of the season suddenly took a step backwards, a serious expression of "I want to keep my distance from you", all covered in hedgehogs, trying to go backwards.

Mojing glanced at her and said, "Would you like to take another step back? ”

“ …… ”

Seasonal warmth was silent, turning around and sticking to the elevator wall, drinking alcohol, drunk like a pack of gas.

Out of the elevator, into the room, the season warmth slipped directly into it, still insisting on keeping distance from the ink view depth.

Mo Jing raised his hand deeply and pressed his eyebrow, and then looked at her like that, his black eyes stared straight at her, slowly sliding through the expensive and sophisticated cufflinks, and lowered his voice: “You're drunk, I won't compare with you, come here. ”

The season was warm and alert standing by the window, leaning against the curtains as if it were a little safe.

“I'm not drunk!” She defended herself.

“I asked you to come over.” Mojing interrupted her deeply.

Seasonal warmth leaned against the curtains, holding on to the fabric of the curtains, his eyes fell on his toes, whispering: “I said not drunk is not drunk, deep in ink, you can't fight me in my temper, even I want to find a quiet place to stay for a while, and I...”

“You got a temper?” Mojing seems to laugh deeply.

Seasonal warmth: "…”

Isn't her temper good enough now?

“You're not drunk?” He's laughing again.

Seasonal warmth: "…”

Whatever. She's not drunk!

“Well, since you're not drunk, let's talk about tonight.” The dark, low, cold sound of the ink landscape approaches.

Seasonal warmth watched him walk over and the whole person subconsciously sticks to the window behind him.

“If you take one more step backwards, the windows that are not tight will open. This is the 18th floor. Do you want to fall?” He spit it out word for word, and there was still no temperature.

As soon as the season warmed his heart, he felt like there was some cool wind behind him. He looked back at the floating window used to decorate the beautiful curtain. It didn't really matter. There was also a gap, and the silk leaked behind her.

She silenced herself, reaching back and pulling the window towards her and closing it completely, suddenly feeling the smell of the man's purity approaching.

Don't open your face, don't look at him.

Looking at her, it was clearly her intention to continue to ignore his posture, Mojing's deep and perfect jaw line tightened, and the next second, her wrist was strangled directly by him and pressed against the landing window behind her.

Realizing the intensity of his oppression, Seasonal Warm suddenly looked up at him, retreating, and the whole person leaned completely against the glass behind him.

Yet just as she subconsciously tried to struggle, the man's cell phone ring--

Hyatt's ringing, one after the other, you don't have to guess and know that it must not be over at the dinner. Whether this phone call is from Anyan Yan or from Mosho, it has nothing to do with her at all.

“Your phone is ringing.” Seasonal Warm Reminder.

Mo Jing Deep was still staring at her as if she hadn't heard.

Seasonal warmth was all hairy when he saw his phone ringing a few times before stopping and then continued to yell for a few seconds. She simply lifted her hand and touched his coat. She felt the phone and saw a series of numbers that had not been stored in the address book.

But Seasonal Warm also recognized that it was the number of the Book of An, and when she saw it only once that night, she remembered it by the instincts of a woman.

She looked at him with a smile and handed him the phone: "It's your security secretary. ”

Mo Jing pushed her cell phone in front of him in a deep, cold way, and when his warm eyes crossed him, he took the phone directly from her and threw it behind her without mercy.

“Bang!”, the phone dropped heavily on the slightly reflective golden tile floor, and the ringing bell stopped.

Deep Mo Jing is the kind of man who doesn't need to make angry expressions at all, just a light and cold glance that makes people afraid.

Seasonal warmth is not to be afraid, but it's because the phone landed for a moment, and the brain was blank for a moment.

“My security secretary?” He laughed. “Who gave her credentials? ”

Season warmed back and turned his back over his shoulder to look at the broken phone on the ground.

She couldn't help but look at it a few more times, although it wasn't the one she bought with before.

“I repeat.” His eyes fell on her face, clearly in her ears, word for word: "You're not awake enough, and we don't have to argue, until you wake up tomorrow to talk, okay? ”

His gaze was cold, and he was clearly unhappy, but he slowed down his voice because of the warm eyes of the season, lest he frightened her.

……

Before the season warmed, there was a lot of wine in the bar. It didn't smell good, so she took another bath.

This bath took a long time to come out because I didn't want to face the depth of Ink for the time being.

She wrapped the bath towel tightly and put a robe around the outside of the bath towel to make sure she was rigid from head to toe and walked out of the bathroom.

I swept through the room and didn't see the dark side of the ink.

He's back at the dinner again?

Seasonal warmth swallowed the robe up, walked to the window, opened the window, and the thick robe barely withstood the cold wind outside the window.

It was late, and nobody walked back and forth in the hallway of the hotel. The night was quiet outside the window. Only occasionally passing car lights passed by. The lights flashed away, and almost half the sea city's bright lights could be seen at the height of the eighteenth floor.

Finally, I woke up a little bit.

It is also clear that what you want now is indeed more than ever.

If it had been more than a month before, when she had just woken up in her wedding room, she would not have cared about the words of those people today, including the existence of the scriptures.

All she wanted was Mrs. Mo's identity and to be able to protect what she had lost and not repeat it.

Yes, just live your life again.

But just now, she really cared, to the point where even she was surprised.

Maybe she's really a little emotional tonight.

When I came out, I didn't even think about it. I got directly into the cold car.

Usually, she doesn't even have to go around her neck with a knife holder.

Seasonal warmth lifted her hand and caressed her forehead, suddenly feeling some remorse.

People who have lived for almost everything for nothing have not been strong enough in their hearts.

She was just about to turn around and suddenly heard the door. Turning her eyes, she saw the dark, long and pulled figure of Ink into the door. The man's coat seemed to be stained with some cold air at night, but it did not affect his handsome appearance. He had two boxes in his hand like he had just come back to pack the takeout.