Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth sits by the window with her legs in her arms, staring out at the sky.

Locked up here, time is almost static.

She didn't get up until it seemed like she heard something coming from far and close.

He turned around and ran to the door, putting his ears on the door.

This is the third floor, the movement on the first floor is not very real, but she also heard a loud door, and then there was footsteps like walking up from the first floor, a little closer.

Seasonal warmth raised her hand and tried to tap twice on the door, trying to remind the person who came, she was locked here.

“And slap the door. You think the man who came here is deep? ”

Suddenly, there was a slightly unfamiliar voice outside the door for the warmth of the season, with the experience of a middle-aged man with a low voice, a chilly, even somewhat disgusting tone.

Seasonal warm hands immediately froze on the door.

“Miss Ji, I am Mo Jingshen's father, invited you to stay here for a night. I have no intention of hurting you. After tomorrow, you will be free. ”

In this sentence, Mozambique's so-called freedom, Seasonal Warm truly hears another meaning.

She silenced the door for a moment, then shouted: “If you are Jing Shen's father, I should also call you Dad in name. We are a family, why are you keeping me locked up...”

“Dad, I can't afford it.” Mozambique says, “Jingshen has more important things to do tonight. If you don't have time to deal with your problems, you can live here in peace. ”

“Where is Mo Jingdeep now?” Seasonal warming instincts have a bad feeling.

“From now on, his whereabouts have nothing to do with you. You can only live here today. Don't go out and ruin his affairs. ”

After this cold sentence, Mozambique leaves directly in front of the door and no longer intends to talk to her about any superfluous bullshit.

At the same time, there was suddenly another car coming up.

Season Warm endured the overlapping anxiety in his heart. He leaned against the door and listened carefully. Shortly after, he heard the sound of crutches standing on the ground. Then Master Mo shouted in the direction of the stairwell with an angry roar: “Did you lock Season Girl here? Get her out of here now! ”

It's Grandpa Mo!

Season Warm slammed the door hard: “Grandpa! I'm here! Grandpa...”

There's a brief silence outside, she's on this floor, I don't think Grandpa Mo can hear it.

Master Mo shouted and scolded again outside: "Shaozhe! How powerful are you in America today, don't forget Haicheng and me and Shenzhen! I want you to leave Shine, but that's what the old man said! Now you don't even listen to your father, do you? ”

Master Mo roared, hurried too fast, and spoke with boldness: “Seasonal warmth and deep feelings are very good. If you dare to make these two loving little bites tonight, you will spend the rest of your life in torment, you will never enter the Mo family door again! I don't recognize you as a tough son! ”

“Father, you're relieved.” Mozambique has gone on, and the tone is not slow: “It's already this time, the layout of the cloth has been arranged, and the entrant has entered, and it doesn't matter if you fly over now. It is not possible to stay in the country after the scenery depth. He had his own achievements in the United States many years ago. In the future, he will remain in the United States for a long time. This huge Haicheng, a seasonal family in the district, is not suitable for him at all! ”

“Suitable or not, it's the depth of view's choice! Do you really think I was the sole proponent of the deep and warm wedding? If Jing Shen hadn't agreed, I wouldn't have married him with a knife around his neck!” Grandpa Mo shouted.

“So what? I warned him when the scene left America deep, and if it wasn't too hard for him to pinch it, I wouldn't have done it this way! He belongs to Shine and cannot always be confined to such a sea city. If he is to leave, he must get rid of such an unimportant bondage as Seasonal Warm!” Mushao's answer was apathetic and arrogant, leaving no room for clarity.

“Spare your dog - Bullshit! You kidnapped Season Warm, drugged your own son, and locked your own son and Anshu Yan in the hotel room! You learned all this shit from the Americans? ”

When you hear this phrase, the season is warm standing in the door all the time, and the whole person seems to have fallen into the ice lake, and the blood from head to foot has lost temperature.

“Since I sent the book to Haicheng, I did not intend to send people back to their homes in the United States, and she had to marry Jingshen.” Mushao has a cold tone: “You are old, there is really no need to worry about the marriage problems of these younger generations, as long as you get through the evening smoothly, maybe there will be a great-grandson in the stomach of the scriptures that you have been waiting for all night. ”

“Psst! Are you trying to make me die or are you trying to make me die?! ”

And Mozambique was cold: "Father, what can you stop if you come here to take away the warmth of the season? By the time I got back, Shenzhen and the script had spent more than half an hour in the room, and now it's even longer and time is running out. The medicine, not to mention Jingshen, is just the same age, even if you are 70 years old and 80 years old, can't stand it. ”

“You fucking-- Motherfucker!” Master Mo suddenly stamped his crutches and beat them hard on him: “How could I have a son like you! Tell the men over there to release Jingshen and Anshen immediately! I can't look at the depth of the scene and you ruined it! ”

“It's too late, the medicine works quickly, no man can stand it, now opening the door is undoubtedly a good thing to interrupt the depth of the scenery. ”

“You unfaithful son of a bitch! I wish I hadn't strangled you more than 50 years ago! ”

Mosho didn't think of it as a sneer: "If I were dead, where would you find such a good grandson? ”

Master Mo waved him away with a cane, standing on the cane and hurriedly walking upstairs: "Where are you holding Season Warm? ”

Mushao saw that the old man had gone up to the third floor. Apparently, he had heard the movement of Seasonal Warm slamming the door on that floor. His eyes were very unhappy and cold, but he still prevented the old man from finding it, and his face coldly followed him.

Seasonal warmth was in the door, her lips had been bitten by herself and she kept shooting at the door: “Grandpa, I'm here! ”

The sound of the crutches and the rushing footsteps approached at the same time. Master Mo hit the door with a crutch. He was furious and stared back at the already coming Mozambique: “If you don't release the season warmth today! If anything happens to Jing Shen and Season Warm, I'll die right in front of you, believe it or not! ”

“Father." Mosho looked.

“Cut the crap! Open the door! Let the season warm up--”