Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“Then I'm in your arms now. Aren't you more upset?” The season warms carefully and keeps him at a distance, but even so, you can still feel the incredible heat on him.

How dare Mojing have such terrible restraint? It's already like this, it can still stand it.

“The way you are now, standing there and sitting in my arms, makes no difference to me.” Mo Jing hugged her waist deeply and breathed the slightly cold scent of rain on her: “Let me hold her for a while. ”

Season Warm sat still in his arms, but he was suffering, and she didn't feel well.

The man hugged her, his head resting on her snowy neck, and a hot kiss fell on her collarbone, causing her to tremble.

Feeling her sensitive reaction, Mo Jing became more tight, he simply closed his eyes and didn't look at her, choosing to chat to distract himself and asked, “How do you know I'm here? ”

“An Yan went to Mo's house.” Season Warm answers honestly: “She says she doesn't want to be in this way, although she wants to be with you, so she's not the one who was sent to your room tonight, but another woman secretary with her. ”

Seasonal Warm doesn't need to lie, let alone erase Ann's words.

After all, even she could see the motivation of An Yan, and Mo Jingshen couldn't have been unaware of it.

Sure enough, after hearing this phrase, Mo Jing opened his eyes deeply, his eyes cooled a few degrees, but he held the warm hands of the season harder, and he lowered his voice: “So, did you just climb up from below? ”

Although asked in a low voice in her ear, the sound had some dangerous connotations.

Seasonal warmth squeaked, wondering what language to use to make him not angry: “I'm in too much of a hurry, afraid you'll lose yourself - that's why...”

“I asked if you climbed up from below.” Mo Jing's deep tone was cold again, staring down into her eyes.

“ …… ”

Thinking about the excitement just now, by the time the rain was too slippery on the 32nd floor, it was really close to falling. She didn't have any protective measures to save her life and climbed up. It really was God's blessing.

“I didn't climb too high. I climbed from the 30th floor, only three floors.” She didn't have much of a whisper.

“Three floors?” Mojing's eyes went down so deep, the tone was clearly angry and reprehensible: “Do you know what floor this is? Firefighters climb every building with a cloud ladder and rope, that's how you climb up? Don't die? ”

“But the 31st to 35th floors are blocked, and I can't do anything about it, and I'm fine, right?” Season warm reached out and pulled his shirt's sleeves, gently pulled, whispered: “I'm lucky, it's all right! ”

Mojing's eyes at this time were a little scary. He stared at the area where she had bruised her face and suddenly threw her hand away. Season warmed up. He thought he was really angry. He was busy getting up. Then the man went out and turned the dim light in the bathroom into the brightest headlight. The light lit up for a moment. Season warmed his eyes and he had walked back to the bathroom for a moment.

Without waiting for her to get up, Mojing grabbed her calf, which was no longer cramped, and lifted it upwards. Before the warmth of the season, he lifted his leg and saw the red marks on her knees and legs that had just been scratched outside by the pointy corner of the AC exterior. His eyes were even colder.

“I'm really fine, these are just scratches on the skin, just the surface of the skin...”

Deep in the ink, she lifted her sleeve up, saw a scratch on her wrist and reddish marks between her elbows that were more severe than on her legs, and then turned her hand over and saw her reddish fingers and a palm full of wounds.

Seasonal warm eyes blurred, trying to retract his hand, but was held tightly by a man.

“It's really okay... I'm just...”

Seasonal warmth wants to talk, but sees the deep eyes of Ink. It's scary.

She stunned her mouth and suddenly smiled. “Fortunately, the security facilities at this hotel are not so perfect. Otherwise, I just climbed out and was probably discovered. The distance between each floor is not too far away. There are also fixed air conditioning outplanes in the middle to act as stairs. It's actually really safe. I'm not afraid to stay behind, let alone...”

She wasn't finished, and Mo Jing suddenly snapped her back of the head and pressed her into her arms.

Heavy, heavy kind.

She couldn't speak for a moment, and the whole person was almost as if he was going to push her into her body.

Men don't say a word, just hold her.

Seasonal warmth gradually calmed down, no longer trying to explain, no more talking, quiet let him hold himself, put his face between his rolling neck, close his eyes.

One night of shock, anyway, at least they haven't lost each other, that's enough.

When she just climbed up from the 30th floor, she didn't think anything of it, just wanting to hurry up and find him, to see him, even if he was crushed, she wouldn't give up a chance to help him at all.

Even if she has calmed down now, she will not regret it.

Season warm in his arms, closed his eyes, his hands climbed up, to his sensible back, held him back, but opened his eyes because of the heat on his body, and lowered his voice in his arms: “Do you want to soak in cold water? ”

Mo Jing hugged her deeply and didn't let go, dropping a gentle kiss over her head: "It's no use putting me in the ice cellar when you're here. ”

“What should we do? Why don't you turn off the lights? The surveillance shouldn't be able to capture it. ”

Mo Jingdeep didn't speak.

“Could surveillance possibly be a night vision lens?” Seasonal warmth suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him.

He looked at her, silently by default.

“ …… ”

Mosho was too harsh.

Though not so much to look at his son and his woman. Bed surveillance video, but the camera in the room is estimated to be in order to use surveillance video as evidence in the future if Mo Jing deeply refuses, so the surveillance lens with night vision function is positive...

“What should we do?” The season feels warmer now than just now.

Mojing frowned deeply and looked down at her, suddenly laughing. At this time, the shirt on his body was a little messy. His eyes were dark and unusual, and he had a depraved and appealing smell.

“It's all right, it's almost dawn. This medicine usually fades in 12 hours. ”

“It's only 1: 00 in the morning...” Seasonal warmth lowered his head and suddenly raised his hand: “Otherwise, I'll use my hand... to help you...”

Mojing's deep eyes instantly had a few dangerous and dark smells. He squeezed his deep black eyes, looked at the obvious wounds in her palms, pressed her hand down, and bowed his head and bit her with a kiss like a leak on her lips: "Fairy, your husband is in a fragile state right now, you hook it again. Lead me, I'm afraid I can't even control the consequences myself. ”