Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Hours before dawn, for the warmth of the season, are just as painful.

The two slept on the sofa, Mo Jingdeep held the season warm in his arms, and the season warm slept very firmly in his arms, but he could feel his body constantly unusually hot in the shadows.

Until 4: 00 in the morning, the fish grew white and the season warmed up for a nap, opened his eyes and looked at the room, which was still dark, while feeling the deep ink view seemed to finally fall asleep.

Although the temperature was still warmer than usual, it was not as severe as last night, and he must have survived the most difficult phase and finally fell asleep under physical and mental exhaustion.

Seasonwarm leaned so still in his arms, listening to his heart beat, slowly lifting his hand, holding him around his neck and closing his eyes.

The sleeping man, not knowing whether to wake up or to act instinctively, put the warm arms of the season tighter, gently kissed over her head, seemingly an unintentional kiss, but let the warm season lie in his arms and couldn't help laughing.

Seasonal warmth slept for about two more hours, and it was already dawn when I opened my eyes.

She raised her head and saw Ink finally fell asleep a little deeper, and the temperature had dropped completely on him. She relieved herself and slowly retreated out of his arms, grabbing his coat over him.

Go to the bed lightly, open the curtains, and look at the sky. Though it was a thunderstorm last night, the sun was shining this morning, and it looks like it's almost 7: 00 in the morning.

At this time, there was a movement of footsteps approaching the door. Seasonal warmth alert turned around, and when it was clear that it was Master Mo's voice, he walked directly to the door.

“You're hiding the view! No wonder the people I sent never found the right place!” Master Mo shouted furiously as he walked outside the door: "You can still call yourself a conspirator now! ”

Moshauser's voice rang out the door: "I'm afraid I can't afford these four words in front of your father. ”

Master Mo snorted coldly: "You are nothing but a human heart! For once, you still lost! ”

“You are confident in Shenzhen's self-restraint. I won't sell the door to you if you have to follow me in the early morning. After this door opens, you will still recognize the reality, let the scriptures marry you early, and save me from continuing to play this heart.” Mushao's tone is full of certainty.

“Oh.” Grandpa Mo sneered. “Then open the door and try. ”

Seasonal warmth was affixed to the door and she heard the conversation outside until she heard a very brief music with a card brushing outside the door. She frowned and opened the door inside one step at a time.

Mushao's face also had a slightly cooler smile. That expression really responded to Master Mu's words, and it smelled like conspiracy.

As a result, the warm shadow of the season suddenly appeared in the door of the room, and the face of Mushao suddenly stifled, quickly cooling down, staring at her coldly: "How is it you? ”

Seasonal warmth smiled at him, smiling at nothing: “Good morning, director Ink. ”

Mushao stared at her with an ugly expression and suddenly had to go in to see what was going on inside. Ji Wen did not stand in front of the door, a man in his fifties, who was also Mo Jingdeep's father, did not reach out to her to push her away.

Master Mo stood by his crutches and quietly put his thumb up against the season warmth. His eyes were filled with gratitude and appreciation. Then the old god smiled and looked at his face and saw the extreme points. "What do you think? If I say you lose, you lose. After all, your old man is still your old man. You can't shake this matter with your granddaughter-in-law! ”

“How did you find it?” After all, Mozambique has seen the storm, and after a moment of heavy complexion, it directly asked cold questions about the warmth of the season.

Seasonal warmth and a faint smile: “It doesn't matter how I found it. Importantly, I was the one who was with Jingshen last night. ”

Mozambique closed its eyes coldly.

Instead of talking to him, Master Mo was helping him. “Miss Ji, you've been married for so long, what's her name? Grandpa's in charge here. He's Jing Shen's father. It's time for you to change your mind. ”

Mushao's face was still very dark, and there was no scene to be seen. Instead, it was warmed by the season and the old man's army in the early morning. His face was all clean and his eyes filled with rage.

Seasonal warmth hesitated, but after all, he had to give Grandpa Mo a face and smile directly: “Dad. ”

Mushao looked at her coldly: "Miss Ji's voice, Dad, I'm afraid I can't bear it. If you want to yell, you can't yell for a few days. ”

Seasonal Warm laughed unexpectedly, not indifferently because of his indifference and threats, and still stood in front of the door to keep him out.

Not to mention that the woman in there who is still sleeping in bed is innocent, can't be involved, can't be seen by him, just say Mo Jingdeep, stayed up all night, finally it is dawn before falling asleep, always have to let him sleep a little more.

Grandpa Mo stared at Mozambique in an unpleasant way: "Girl Ji has already given you enough face to yell at you, can't you put an end to your stubborn temper? Jing Shen's marriage is his choice. Even if you were his father, you wouldn't be able to point fingers! Girl Ji already belongs to the Mo family. Besides, she is still a 20-year-old child. Can't you talk to her properly? Do you have to be so cross? ”

Grandpa Mo said: “As the saying goes, you'd rather tear down a temple and not ruin a marriage. You're too old to write either word. You've been in the United States for a long time. So aggressive, like what? ”

“The future of the depth of sight belongs to the United States, to Shine.” Meshau whispered, “I don't want to repeat that. The scriptures are the right choice! ”

“What is the right word for An? Seasonal warmth is not much worse than words, except that the Seasons are in Haicheng! If Shine is taken over by the US in the future, Season Warm will not necessarily do worse than Ann! You didn't even compare. You just denied the warmth of the season. It's a stubborn old thing! ”

Old and stubborn by his 80-year-old father, Mozambique had a dark face and looked cold at the warmth of the season.

Moshau suddenly told the bodyguard behind him, "Pull her away! ”

As soon as the bodyguard walked forward, Master Mo saw him and stood on the ground with a crutch. "Who dares touch my granddaughter-in-law? ”

Mushao looked at the old man coldly and continued coldly: “Are you deaf? Pull this woman away! ”

“Enough. ”

Heran, a cold voice sounded behind the warm season.

Mo Jing stood there with no expression on his face, his voice was crisp and cold, his eyes were cold, and his eyes were slightly cast out.