Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The season warmed slightly and the next second, he had kissed down.

“Kiss me if you say so now...”

“Just a kiss?” Mojing had a slight smile and a slight smile.

Not again?

Did you just feed her just to save her strength?

After a kiss, he finally let her go, clasped his palms behind her head, stared at her.

“Mrs. Mo once said that no one can beat your man's ideas.” He looked down at the light in her eyebrows and watched with satisfaction as she was being kissed with some confusion: "On the other hand, I would never be polite to anyone who dared to hit Mrs Mo's idea. ”

“ …… ”

Deep Mo Jing actually has such a hegemonic side, but it doesn't look deliberate.

Moreover, the man's bullying would not make her unhappy, but would make her instinctive wish to make her position known immediately.

Originally, her relationship with Sheng Yi was just a one-sided problem, which had nothing to do with her.

Seasonwarm stared at him and suddenly he took the initiative to hold his shoulder and raised his head. He kissed him hard on his lips. In the blink of an eye of a man, he said in full sincerity: "Okay! ”

A good word, sincerely as if to entrust her hidden little world to him.

Mo Jing glanced deeply and pressed her directly onto the bed, warming the season backwards, looking at the man on his body.

A clean, gentle man is a hard-to-reach Mercer president in front of a man, but at this time, he has sex. Looks like a fiery, seductive demon.

The world is second to none.

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On the other side, until the end of the dinner, An Yan did not wait for Mo Jingdeep to return.

Haicheng people know how Mu Jingshen is a cool and rational person, but only a man who has never used emotions can make an exception for the warmth of the season.

Early in the morning, An Yan met Mozambique at the stairwell of the Royal Court Hotel.

“Uncle Mo.” He nodded courteously.

Mosho glanced at her and Rin asked: "You look so bad, you haven't slept all night? ”

An Yan smiled: “I slept. I think I slept too late. I don't look very well. ”

“You've been in the country these days, what you've seen, what you've heard, the same as last night? Is Jingshen serious about the warmth of the season?” Mozambique has a slightly gloomy eyebrow.

He hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.

Mushao first raised his eyebrows with great dissatisfaction, then squinted his eyes, not angry and arrogant.

A moment later, Mosho said, "In that case, do you still want Mrs Mo's identity? ”

Anshu Yan was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, and his eyes were a bit obsessed: “Uncle Mo, what you should ask me is, Mo Jingshen, this man, do I want more? ”

Without waiting for Mosho to speak, she spoke slightly but firmly: "My answer is, I want it. ”

Mosho looked at her with a sharp eye for a long time and waved at her: "Okay, I get it. You go back and rest. ”

An Yan nodded respectfully to him: “Thank you Uncle Mo. ”

Say something, turn around.

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When Shen Moo sent her phone, Ji Wen was blowing her hair in the bathroom and the whistling was too loud. All she knew was that Shen Moo had sent her bag and something deep in ink.

When she blew out her hair and walked out, Shen Moo was whispering with deep respect to Mojing outside the door: "Okay, President Mo, I get it. ”

Mo Jing deeply suggested that he could go, Shen Moo nodded, then turned to smile at the warmth of the season and turned away.

“How did Shenmu know we were here when neither of us had a cell phone?” Seasonal warmth glanced over the back of the elevator and asked as Ink closed the door deep.

The ink dimmed her glance, and her chin pointed to the phone in the room.

Seasonal warmth was the reflection of later awareness, took my bag and found the clothes in it before she changed in the car yesterday, but only the clothes in it, the coat still left on the cold car.

She hesitated not to mention the three words, changed her clothes before realizing that the phone had been powerless since last night, took the charger out of the bag and placed it on the nightstand.

As a result, when it was charged and turned on, a few text messages were sounded.

One of the top jumps on the screen is from a strange number.

[Rest well]

It's a normal four words, but it's not even a punctuation.

Season Warm stared at the four words, his fingers paused on the screen, wondered who this was for a long time, tapped on the mobile photo album to find out the diagnostic record of Xia Tian previously taken, a page with the phone number of the attending doctor Xia Tian.

It's cold.

All these years she and Sheng Yi were very silent, even after rubbing herself in the hospital, in the moment of sight docking, as if he was a stranger, he was his orthopedic doctor, she was her Mrs. Mo, someone who had long been irrelevant, suddenly broken back into her sight as if she had no other intention.

What's the reason?

Because he's about to return to the Sheng family? Because one of the four families of Haicheng will own the battle?

Is he true... as she has seen, hidden beneath Qingjun's appearance but with a tremendous ambition?

Mo Jingshen and the company called and looked back at the window and saw her with a thoughtful look. “What's wrong? ”

Seasonal warmth raised his head, his eyes stopped on an overly gentle and perfect face that touched the man in the sun, his face remained calm, but his fingers quickly deleted the text message that should not have appeared: "Nothing. ”

Ink stared deeply at the woman beside the bed, her eyes squeezed.

The little woman quickly lit her hand on the phone screen, and he just glanced at it and walked away with her long leg and took her phone over.

Seasonal Warm tried to reach back and retrieved his hand because of the man's faint eyebrows.

That text message has been deleted. The unread text message that Mo Jingshen now sees at the top is from Xia Tian, three in a row.

[My warmth! My heart has been pounding and I have been sleepless for days! Dr. Sheng is so handsome, he dropped the scum! After so many days of contact in the hospital, I didn't realize he was such a beauty!]

Are you and Dr. Sheng really familiar? Is he a one-way autistic? Otherwise, how can you be so cold and not say a word of extra crap? You can freeze a man to death at a glance. For his face's sake, I forgive him this iceberg!]

[Ahhh, I still can't sleep! Also, Dr. Sheng, the ratio of men to five officials is also super beautiful. The nose beam is very straight. Didn't you say that the man's nose is proportional to the bottom? This iceberg looks like it's in a white coat, but it doesn't hide anything. Big. Live. Good essence! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I want to sleep with him! Warm. Since you've known him before, haven't you ever had a crush on Dr. Sheng?]

The surrounding air has dropped several degrees conspicuously in the dark of the ink landscape.

Seasonal warmth.

It's over, egg, it's over!