Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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.

Those two bodyguards were about to reach for Lazy Warm, and their foreheads and backs were all sweating under the deep eyes of Ink, and they dared not reach out to her again.

Whether in the room or on this entire 33rd floor of the hotel, there is a quiet drop in the needle.

This is not the first time Seasonal Warm has seen such a chilly dark ink, but now he's almost frozen in the bone's eye, or she feels a little chilly on her back.

Mojing glanced at them indifferently: “Who dares touch her? ”

“President Mo, we did what Director Mo asked us to do, and he was worried about your condition in the room, which is why he let us...” Those two bodyguards explained with a shivering face.

Mojing's deep eyebrow tunnel was sharp and his gaze fell on one of them, and his lips were ironically smiling: “Obey orders? ”

The season warmed by the door and stood silently.

She knew from the outset that Mozambique had no control over Mojing Deep, otherwise it would not have used such coercive means.

And Xu Mushao's approach last night will push Mojing deeper and deeper, as can be seen from Mojing's attitude at this moment.

He no longer has this so-called father in his eyes.

Cold, cool.

Mo Jing walked deep to the warm side of the season and looked down at her face, which she had never been afraid of, and held her hand.

Seeing this move as Mo Jing walked deep into front of the door, Mo Shao instantly froze his face and his eyes filled with discomfort.

Seasonal Warm thought that Mo Jingdeep was soothing her in this way, she would be held in his palm by his hand slightly moved, fingers scratched in his palm, trying to relieve the atmosphere in front of her.

As a result, the next moment, she was suddenly pulled away by a force, the whole person directly into Mojing's deep arms, the heel was not steady for a moment, Mojing's powerful arm held her like this, as if to announce ownership of her, pushing her between his directions without being forced.

Mo Jing's cold and steadfast voice swept over her head: “Seasonal Warm is my wife, with me, no one can shake her identity as Mrs. Mo. ”

Mozambique's eyes were cold: "Where is the scripture? She wasn't with you last night? ”

At this point, a quiet voice came in front of the elevator door not far away: "Uncle Mo, I'm sorry...”

Mushao turned his eyes and looked at the Book of An.

The answer is self-evident.

Mushao's eyes were gloomy and sharp: “It seems that the scriptures do not want to use this way to impose people's difficulties. I can understand her hesitation. Such a good woman, thinking of you everywhere, will abandon the opportunity to this point. I can see how deeply she uses you. What is the warmth of the season? Shenzhen, you better take a good look! ”

“I saw it clearly.” The deep tone of Mo Jing has a few thin chills: “I will not divorce, I will not marry the scriptures, I will marry only one season in my life is warm enough. ”

Anyan Yan stood in the distance and never came close. Though Mo Jingdeep's voice was cold and faint, the tone was not high enough for her to hear clearly beyond this distance.

Her eyes dropped and she stopped talking, and the corners of her eyes swept through the bitterness.

Since last night, when the lightning went off, when Season Warm drove out of Mo's house by herself, she should know...

She should have known from the way she believed Mo Jing was deeply in the constant warmth of the season...

Mushao's face was calm, he was cold and angry, and then he turned to look at the depressed and quiet appearance of the Book of An, and Alison's eyes squinted coldly.

Anshu Yan gently tended to him again. He turned around and left. He didn't want to stand here and listen to it.

Mozambique looked at the warmth of the season with a cold light: "Deep down, what can you do about the warmth this season? A woman is just an accessory to her career. If it weren't for Mo's power, how could she be willing to marry at the age of twenty, a woman who is said to have had a higher eye than the top? Before you got married, she was afraid that even you, Ink Jing Deep, didn't know who you really were! As for now, I'm afraid she still doesn't know! ”

“Bullshit... you motherfucker!” Master Mo abruptly cursed beside him: “Are women accessories to their careers? When you get back to America, say the same thing to Jingshen's mother! ”

Mushao frowned and glanced coldly at the old man, apparently dissatisfied with him everywhere.

“What are you staring at? If it weren't for your old man and my wise eyes and your beauty, would you marry Shenzhen's mother? In the beginning, she was also the big lady with the eyes above the top. She didn't even see you as a stinking kid. In the end, didn't you two spend the rest of your lives with Mimi? Give me a grandson with such a deep view! ”

“ …… ”

Mushao's chest was shaken by anger, and he couldn't argue with the old man here at this time. He looked at the season warm with cold eyes: “Why didn't you answer? Do you know anything about the deep past? You know what he's like? ”

The expression on Ink's deep face was very faint, pulling the season warmth behind him.

Seasonal warmth suddenly smiled and walked out behind him, looking up at Mozambique: “Does Jingshen's mother know how old you were when you were little? Do you know how old you've been since you didn't wet your bed? Do you know how many teeth you lost when you were seven? How did you hold hands and kiss a little girl the first time you fell in love? Do you know what you were like before you got married? ”

Mozambique's face was gloomy and cold, and she immediately looked at her angrily.

“She must not know!” Seasonal warm face is still smiling, but the corner of the mouth is cold, the eyes are bright, and there is no evasion at all, so she glanced at him coldly: “Since she doesn't even know your past, I think you can divorce at your age, it is also very popular now, you can marry the excellent Anshu words yourself, doesn't it suit you very well? ”

“You're rude!” Mushao abruptly shouted: “Not too old, you have a great temper, that's how your family teaches you to disrespect your elders? ”

“As your daughter-in-law, you can't even scream a single word from your father. I have a great disrespect for you. Do you still have a few words to disrespect?” Seasonal warmth asks.

“Exactly!” Old Master Mo was just about to stand by and give her a round of applause.

Mushao closed his eyes in anger, pointing to the warmth of the season, and then looked at the old man who was laughing: “Is this the granddaughter-in-law you chose? ”

Grandpa Mo nodded with a smile: "Yes, my granddaughter-in-law! ”

Mozambique: “…”

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