Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

And Mosho laughed, “Threaten me? You have a lot of nerve. Don't think Jing Shen can protect you forever, he is with the scriptures now, I advise you, or get ready for divorce. ”

“Humanity certainly has a hard side to control, even if it is driven by medicine...” Seasonal Warm Eyes Firm: “But I always believed him! ”

After that, she didn't need those two bodyguards to kick her out, and Seasonal Warm turned straight out.

Returning to Grandpa Mo's car, she calmly said, “Grandpa, can you lend me your phone? ”

Grandpa Mo didn't say much. He gave her his phone directly. Ji Wen picked up and had to call Mo Jingshen, but he saw a whole row in the call record. More than 30 of them were Mo Jingshen's numbers.

Old Master Mo called him before, so many, none of them were connected.

Seasonal Warm calmly presses the number deep in ink and then places the phone in the ear.

After a brief beep, it was a cold and heartless voice: “Sorry, your call is temporarily unavailable, sorry...”

……

Mozia.

It started raining on the way back, and it was already raining heavily out the window.

Seasonal warmth sat on the bed and the pillow in her arms had long changed shape because of the intensity with which she held it.

Last time I lived here, it was Grandpa Mo's birthday.

That night, Mo Jingshen said, "Don't worry, Mrs. Mo, everything's with me."

Once again, sitting in this bed, all I heard was a storm outside, and countless times I made calls to Mo Jingdeep were out of reach, and a few of the people Master Mo sent out never found his trace.

Even Mo Jingdeep's cell phone signal finally disappeared at the same time without results.

Time flies by a little bit, it's already eleven o'clock at night.

According to Moshauser, Mojingdeep has been locked up with Ansar since seven o'clock.

It's been four hours...

The door was knocked, Seasonal Warm sat still on the bed, until a servant pushed the door open, looked at it, turned around and nodded at Master Mo outside the door, the figure of the old man appeared in front of the door, and walked in again.

“Miss Ji, since you said you believed in Jingshen, you should wait for him to come back.” Master Mo looked at her and warmly comforted her: “The depth of the scenery is what I saw growing up to be, what kind of person he was, how qualitative he was, how restrained he was, I know very well. ”

Seasonal warmth nodded quietly and did not speak.

She knew what it felt like to be drugged, after all, what she had been through that night, what her body was naturally reflecting, what scenes and feelings were now infinitely magnified in her mind and body.

It's been four hours.

If it were her, if she was locked in the same room with a man for four hours that night, her emotions would collapse, and if she really couldn't control herself in the end, she would probably crash into the wall, preferring to die.

What about Mojing Deep? What will happen to him now...

I heard that that drug would destroy a man's mind completely, and everything would be based solely on physical instincts.

Boom--

The deafening thunder sounded again, a lightning stroke across the pitch-black night sky, the dazzling light illuminated the front yard of Ink House, and instantly submerged in endless darkness.

All of a sudden, the lightning-lit front yard of Inkhouse heard a rapidly approaching car--