Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“How come there's a car here at this hour?” Master Mo suddenly raised some wings in his eyes, and he turned around and urged the outside world: “Check it out! Hasn't Jing Shen come back? ”

Season Warm is already one step faster than everyone else at the moment of the old man's speech. He ran out first...

“Oh, Miss Season, why don't you take your umbrella! Come on, give her an umbrella! Don't get wet!” Master Mo stood on his cane and chased him down, but he still couldn't get past the warmth of the season. He saw the warmth of the season and ran straight out the door despite the heavy rain outside the villa door.

The maid and butler rushed out with an umbrella, and Seasonal Warm could barely notice how wet and cold he was, staring at the direction of the lamp and running over.

But as he approached, he found that the car was not the one with deep ink, it was a taxi.

She stood in the rain, and the night lights on both sides of the trail swayed slightly under the rain.

The door opened, and at first sight, the figure of Anshu appeared beside the car, and the warmth of the season instantly raised eyebrows.

After getting out of the car, Anshu supported the umbrella and looked up at the warmth of the season. His footsteps immediately paused. Then he saw a servant and housekeeper come and lift the umbrella over the warm head of the season, but by this time, the warmth of the season was already wet all over his body.

An Shu Yan walked over to the season warming, across the curtain, and said softly: “Mrs. Mo, I'm sorry. ”

Ji Wen stood there and looked at An Shu, who had come alone, and never saw Mo Jingdeep.

She looked calm and seemed to silently suppress flickering and waves. Her eyes were cold and her tone was low and slow: “What did you do? You want to apologize to me? ”

An Shu lowered his eyes and held the umbrella handle: “Let's go inside and talk about the rain. ”

“Yes, ma'am, your hands are wet. Go back and get dressed!” The maid held Seasonal Warm's umbrella behind her while reaching out and holding Seasonal Warm.

Seasonal warmth looked silently at Anshu, and she saw that there seemed to be a flash of emotion in her eyes. At once, it seemed to understand something, so she stopped talking and let the servant drag her back into the villa.

The old man had just walked out a few steps behind him with an umbrella supported by a maid. He saw that they were about to enter the door. He busily asked the maid to open both doors of the villa, so that Seasonal Warm and the Book could go in quickly.

The servant came over with two thick blankets and put them on the warmth of the season. Anshu kept holding the umbrella without getting wet. When he entered the door, he put it down.

“Scripture? How could it be you? This... What the hell is going on today?” Grandpa Mo saw that Anshu was neat and not locked up in the room like Mozambique said.

“I'm sorry, Grandpa Mo, I should have come earlier, but I couldn't avoid it because I had eyes around me, so I came this late.” An Yan apologizes to Master Mo: “I can explain the situation to you tonight, but can I have a word with Mrs. Mo alone now? ”

Master Mo frowned and looked at the season warm with rain all over his face.

Seasonal warmth looked down at An's words and his voice was thin and cold: “What are you going to say? ”

Anshu Yan walked directly to her, looking at the warmth of the season to the side, said that the warmth of the season was silent, and turned to the ground floor of the villa near the tall bottle of azure porcelain.

Ann Yan stood beside her and spoke so low that only Seasonal Warm could hear her: “Honestly, tonight is a rare opportunity for me. I have enjoyed Mo for many years. My father and Uncle Mo have promised me since I was a teenager and I will definitely marry him in the future. ”

Because the autumn rain is too cold, the season warmth is frozen to the paleness of both the face and lips, but the eyes are still cold and bright: “So? Miss Ann shouldn't be here at this time to make her position clear to me. ”

An Shuyan smiled slightly, but smiled bitterly: “I like President Mo, because I really liked him too much, and I looked up to this man too much, so I didn't do it this way to force him to stay. ”

Seasonal warmth raised the eyebrows silently.

Love is possession, and love is not easy to desecrate. Blasphemy.

It was as if it was not until this moment that Seasonal Warm really felt the seriousness of The Book of An with regard to Ink.

Anshu's tone of speech is faint and slow: “As I've always known today's plan, although Uncle Mo's means have passed, I was initially acquiesced and accepted. Just at the most critical time, I gave up. ”

“In order to avoid the eyes sent by Uncle Mo, I gave the coffee they had given me at the time to another female secretary with me, something like Khan's medicine, which would make people comatose for more than a dozen hours. After she comatose, I changed clothes with her. Uncle Mo sent someone who was not particularly familiar with me, took the comatose female secretary directly and sent her to the designated room. ”

Season Warm glanced at her and said, "If you first agreed to the plan, why drug yourself? ”

An Shu Yan smiled softly: "It should be easy for you to think of a reason. ”

Seasonal warmth grins.

That's true.

An Shu Yan, a woman with a heart in the capital, if she wanted to take this opportunity to get deep with Mo Jing, she would certainly leave a way for herself. If she was also drugged, she could reasonably become the innocent party.

“In fact, I wouldn't necessarily lose to you if I were to compete fairly. Even if I did, I would lose to President Mo's feelings for you instead of losing to you in the warm season.” Ann stressed softly.

Seasonal warmth is a light-hearted lip: “Miss Ann, you lost when you first promised to cooperate with such a plan. ”

Anshu's expression stagnated and a little wolf in his eyes did not escape the warm eyes of the season.

“But if you had a slight chance of winning, you wouldn't agree to this nasty, low-level plan!” The coolness in the warm eyes of the season: “In the end, it wakes you up not because you love Mo Jingdeep, but because you know him too well, knowing that this kind of result will not get him, but will trigger the consequences you dare not imagine. ”

Ann smiled a little: “Mrs. Mo, you are really not as rumored, maybe I underestimated you. ”

“I don't need your overestimation.” Seasonal warmth prolonged: “Now, instead, Miss An, your sobriety really saved your life, you understand that Mo Jingshen is not easily able to arrange people under threat, you step, you protect yourself. ”

Anyan suddenly stared at her and whispered, “You're so kind to talk now, don't be afraid I'll walk away now, continue to hide President Mo's whereabouts? ”

“Now I'm your lifeguard, will you dare go?” Seasonal warm eyes taunt shallow and faint, yet silent and sharp raw Anshu nerve chestnuts.