Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The man stood in front of the door and saw her standing still, wrapped in a bath towel and a bathrobe like a swollen snowman, and his cold brow snapped.

“Come here." He said softly, voicing no joy.

Seasonal Warm still stood there. I just thought he was going back to dinner, and it turned out to be...

To buy her food?

“I had an accident in the bathroom at night, and I was in a cold coma, and now I'm standing in front of the window and I'm blowing my hair. Do you want to have a serious illness?” Dark sound of ink: “Close the window, come here. ”

Seasonal warmth is really a bit cold, I just felt the breeze could be clearer. I saw Ink's deep eyes cooled again a few degrees, and then I raised my hand and closed the window.

Walking over, she glanced at the takeout he had in his hand and smelled it, knowing it was a few dishes she usually liked.

I looked up at Ink and looked down at the bathrobe on her, and it didn't seem as cold as it had just been.

“You didn't go back to the party?” The season cleared his voice, and some things were unnatural to say: “I thought...”

Mojing reached deep and caressed her face, warming the season and looking up at him.

The tentacles were cold, he did not speak, the cold eyebrows knotted, the warm palms rubbed on her face again, until the warm expression of the season was no longer so stiff, and the face was no longer so cold before placing the takeaway in the other hand on the table.

“An scripture has angered you like this. If I go back now, you will dare to jump even on the 18th floor.” Mojing spoke coldly.

Seasonal warmth: "… I am not so desperate. ”

Mojing glanced at her deeply, holding up her chin with his hands and staring at her with a clear cold eye: “Are you awake? ”

“I was sober in the shower.” Season Warm tried not to open his face, but he still pinched his chin and couldn't turn his eyes away.

She looked up at him, her eyes facing each other, and the man's eyes were a little dim, staring at her for a long time: “What's with the cold? ”

Seasonal warmth lifted his eyelids, and the tone was a little unexpected: “I had nothing to do with him. He has always been Xia Tian's attending doctor. I inevitably had some interaction when I went to the hospital to see Xia Tian. ”

Seeing Mo Jingdeep just looked at her with cold eyes, she couldn't help but frown. She continued explaining: “He was about to go back to Sheng's house and invite me to dinner together. I didn't know what kind of party this was. I didn't want to come, but then again, Yin Yang and Yang were brought here wrongly... I was afraid something was wrong and I didn't go in, then... I saw you and Anshu...”

Speaking of which, the warm eyes of the season seem to have lost sight of him, even if he did not speak, the meaning is obvious.

I mean, she didn't even dress up as anyone's companion, and she didn't want to have too much to do with Shengyi.

It's not because of him? Otherwise there wouldn't be so much going on tonight.

Mo Jing was furiously laughed at when she read the honest complaint on her face.

He pinched his fingers on her chin in her muscles. Her skin fluttered, causing her to tremble strangely and sensitively.

“Eat first.” He dropped his hand and opened the takeout on the table, with seasonal warm Chinese hot dishes and pastries in a delicate translucent box and a cup of hot fruit juice.

Seasonal warmth was a little boring, but now she's awake most of the time, and she can't make a scene, so she sat down and picked up the chopsticks and took a sip.

“How do you know I didn't eat?” She said casually while eating, her eyes only staring at the food in front of her, not at the man beside her.

“When you just threw up outside, all you could do was throw up alcohol. How am I supposed to be your husband if I can't see this?” Mo Jing saw deeply that she was still quite intriguing, and knew that she couldn't get past her own body and stomach, and that her tone was much softer when she spoke, less cold and icy.

Seasonal warm mouth was still full of food. After she paused, she suddenly poked chopsticks in the rice. She mumbled vaguely: “Turns out you also know whose husband you are...”

Mo Jing deeply frowned and rubbed her hands on her head like a soothing rub, laughing low.

Hearing him laugh, Season warm barely swallowed all his mouth and looked up at him: “Mo Jingdeep, I'm sober, but that doesn't mean I'm out of my temper! How dare you laugh? ”

“So you're grieving?” He was still laughing and his fingers had lit her angry eyebrows.

She's not grieving!

She's angry!

Shenzhen Mo was inherently the only orthodox heir of the Mo family and the most well-liked heir, and as long as he nodded, no one could stop him from getting it all.

Moreover, the foundation of the Mo family has always been stable. There is no need for any support and assistance from the Anjia family. It is also a giant in the Chinese enterprise in the United States. Its position will not be shaken in any way. By calculation, Anjia is just a mutually beneficial cooperative relationship.

Everything was just Mo Jingshen's father's wish, but it was said by those people, as if Mo Jingshen's failure to marry An was his loss.

Which woman wouldn't be angry if she heard?

To prevent this little woman from eating, Mojing sat next to her deeply and put the hot juice in front of her. Her voice was clear and patient. “Remember when I promised you that I would send Secretary An back to America in a week? ”

Seasonal warmth choked a little, and I grabbed the juice and drank it before I could barely breathe.

Mo Jingdeep's hand gently caressed her on her back, helping her to stay low: “The cooperation between Mo and Shine Group, which was supposed to be completed in about two weeks, ended within a week, which is why I was forced to meet overtime at the company in the last few days and the project should be paid too often. ”

Seasonal warmth glanced: “Is it because of me that you compressed all the work that was supposed to be done in two weeks? ”

Mo Jing laughed deeply: “My father did intend to leave Anshuan in Haicheng, but I probably know something about Anshuan and Anshuan. Tonight is the game for them, and every step is planned to successfully send Anshuan back to the United States, and there will be no dispute with Anshuan. ”

Suddenly a little sorry to see the warm eyes of the season, he smiled slightly: “After all, Mo Jia and An Jia have been dating for many years and can't make the faces of the two elders look too ugly, that's why there will be the scene you saw tonight. ”

Seasonal Warm realized that it was a big mistake to be jealous tonight, embarrassed and sorry to say: “I didn't actually see anything tonight...”

All she saw was that Anshen Yan appeared together as Mo Jingshen's companion, regardless of what others said and did, but Mo Jingshen and Anshen's owner did not act too intimately.

Mo Jing raised her hand deeply and squeezed it on her face, full of blame: “Are you still jealous? Still running around by yourself? Are you still mad? Hmm?”