Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“I mean...”

Seasonal warmth is not over yet, and Mo Jing's deep kiss has hotly re-pruned her lips and broken into her teeth.

“Well, this is the company… the company… is the office…” Seasonal Warm wanted to talk, but intermittently, almost every word was rubbed by his imports.

Even where he kissed, all scales were heavier than ever, making her tremble, neck, clavicle, shoulders, chest, and, more downward...

Seasonal warmth is sensitive, and his sensitive body is trembling.

Those kisses have a much hotter taste of obsession, making people sink into it and taste it more inch by inch, without letting go of any hint of sweetness.

“Even after work... there should still be someone in your company...”

“Well... don't... let's go home first...”

“Not good.” The man's nail-cut voice fell on her lips again, more in the face of the season's warm nervousness and shame, "Wasn't last night still very powerful? You shrugged today? ”

Seasonal warmth crossed him: “Mo Jing Deep, don't ignore the good people, I was yesterday... hmm...”

She was suddenly kissed by him by the softest and most sensitive part of the ear contour, he hummed again now, then heard Ink Jing bite deeply in her ear, words filled with silent silence for a long time: “Last night if it wasn't for the surveillance, I would never have done a word you couldn't say. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

“How could I let you go now? ”

It was obvious to me that the man had been unable to restrain himself. His lower body was hot and dangerous against her. Seasonal warmth was whimpered by him, and his hands did not know where to put it for a while.

The next moment, Mo Jingdeep pulled up her hand on the sheet and pressed it under him.

“Come, meet you.” His tone is low, sex... There's a little bit of crap in the senses.

She suddenly had a spiritual, her hands could not retract, her men were hot, her whole body was burning up, her face rose red and she did not start to see him.

……

It's really the first time that we've broken that scale.

It's also her fault that she dared to say anything in a hurry last night, and now she's finally been overwhelmed...

For a moment, Kung Fu's hands were already sour and tired, and Ink Jing Deep dropped a tight, numb kiss on her shoulders and cheeks because of the movement between her hands.

“I can't...” She is now aggrieved by the emptiness of being provoked, just to retract her hand, the wrist is held in the palm of a man, she constantly wants to escape, he accuses her of dying, pressed back again.

“Mo Jing Deep!” The season was warm with an angry look on its face, and the sound of the exit was dull and soft.

“Mm-hmm.” Men contain... With her earlobes, the sand dumbbed: "Go on. ”

Seasonal warmth without tears, the heat on the face is already comparable to the heat in the palm of the hand, the same... it's so hot...

Mo Jingdeep just walked in and threw his phone by the bed, which suddenly shook up.

“Answer the phone first.” Seasonal warmth and a soft voice said that there was also some tide in the eyes, red and red, although not wanting to cry, was also forced to cry on this scale.

I can't live with my own sins...

She didn't mention anything with her hands yesterday...

Mo Jing glanced deeply at her and glanced at the cell phone on the nightstand. She saw the number of the call, which was Anshu.

He reached out and hung up, lowering his head and dropping the kiss back on the warm face of the season. He asked dumbfoundly: "Is my hand sore? ”

Seasonal warmth is looking at the cell phone at the bedside table: “Whose phone? Why don't you answer...”

Before he could finish, his phone began to vibrate again. This time, she left an eye open and raised her head slightly. She saw the number on his phone.

It's still the series of numbers with no notes, the numbers she recognizes.

It is actually the Book of An.

“She called two times in a row. What's the matter? ”

Mo Jingshen had no facial expression: “Her electronic resignation has been submitted to the company and Shen Moo will handle it without me having to deal with it. ”

Seasonal Warm took the opportunity to move her hand up a few points, avoiding the hot gaze of a man, and voluntarily picked up his phone and handed it to him: “Then I'm even more curious. She's going back to the United States soon, and she's resigning voluntarily. What else can I talk to you about? ”

“Curiosity?” Mo Jing deeply frowned coldly and picked.

The vibrating sound of the phone slowly stopped and rang again after a dozen seconds.

Mo Jing deeply saw that the season warm insisted, got up while also salvaging her, pressed her to sit in his arms, holding her waist in one hand did not let her escape, the other hand answered the phone, and pressed hands-free.

At the moment of the phone call, Mojing spoke very lightly: “What is it? ”

An Yan silenced over the phone for a moment and said softly after a while: "President Mo, my letter of resignation approval has just been received, very quickly, did you approve it? ”

Man indifferent: “It's Shen Moo. ”

After another half-day of silence over the phone, a somewhat soft voice was heard from An Yan: “Even my resignation is not your intention to go through with it. You are really cold enough to treat people who have nothing to do with you. ”

Seasonal warmth sat on his lap, watching the man always quiet face without temperature, at this moment, it felt that the elusive depth of ink in the other population was true.

Deep Mo Jing is still extremely indifferent: "You came without my consent, and there is no need to wait for my approval when you leave. ”

An Yan grabbed his phone at a pause over the phone.

He means that her coming and going had nothing to do with him, and there was no need to leave a trace with him?

This is really a deep, inky style.

An promised to make up his mind and said: "What Uncle Mo means is that after all the details of the cooperation with Mo's in China will be done, I will go back to the United States next weekend, but until then, my father and I will stay with him at Mo's house for a few days. ”

Mo Jingdeep didn't speak, just listened faintly.

“In addition... my father has intended to dissolve my engagement with the Weissons...”

“It's your business, don't tell me.” Mojing's profound attitude is extremely faint.

An Yan sighed slightly, knowing that he was unwilling to listen, thought about it or said something: “I heard Miss Ji Jia's second lady say something before. She mentioned the recent change in season warmth. In some detail, don't you think that season warmth might really be hiding something from you? ”

Seasonal warmth listened beside her, picked a slight eyebrow and looked at Ink and threw a faint glance at her.

She smiled at him and suddenly bent over in his ear, whispering in the tone of An's words: “Don't you think Seasonal Warm might really be hiding something from you? ”

Mo Jing's deep silent low laugh strangled the naughty woman in her arms, and the person on the other end of the phone remained cold: “This is my private matter, no one deserves to intervene and ask. ”

Mo Jingdeep hung up and threw his phone aside.

He suddenly threw the warm weight of the season, which was just getting naughty in his ear, onto the bed, and his long leg stopped at the side of her leg and leaned over and pressed up--

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