Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The following evening, Seasonal Warm returned to Mo's house with Mo Jing Deep and saw several cars parked in the front yard.

It's just that Mo Dong returned to China once, and there are so many cars with him.

As the Shine Group's ruler, there are countless bodyguards on the side behind him, even the bodyguard's car is a luxury car of no less than a million, it's really not the usual ranking.

The two of them walked into the Mo family, as the courtyard already had some festive atmosphere near mid-autumn.

Just walking into the front hall, I saw that Master Mu and Mushao were having tea with his father, like talking about something worth having fun with, each with a smile on his face.

Anshu Yan sat beside his father and raised his eyes to see the warmth of the season and the deep tens of fingers of Ink.

Mushao saw this scene, his smiling face instantly sank. He looked at his father, who also saw the warmth of the season, his eyes were more distracted cold, more moderate eyes, measured the warmth of the season.

“Grandpa.” Seasonal warmth as if no one greeted Grandpa Mo, the natural color, not influenced by the eyes of those people, and then openly looked at the less beautiful face of Mozambique: “Dad. ”

Mozambique retracted its gaze coldly and did not even respond.

Nor was Seasonal Warm embarrassed. He smiled and looked back at his father: "Hello, Mr An, I am Jing Shen's wife, my name is Seasonal Warm. ”

After all, the warm attitude of the season is not too sublime and people can't pick out the problem, how can Anfather not be as obvious as Mozambique, not to mention the fact that Master Mo is sitting there laughing.

“You're welcome, Miss Ji. Sit down.” Anfather replied.

Anshu Yan also showed a very polite smile, looking at the warmth of the season, and then looking at the depth of Ink.

Mo Jingshen had already taken the gift box that Ji Wen had just bought on the road and handed it to housekeeper Ober. "I heard that Ji Wen was going to go back to the United States. I knew that there was very little genuine domestic tea available abroad. I also knew that Dad and Uncle Ann had a taste for tea for many years. Before coming, I specially bought a few boxes of Spruce Spring. ”

Mushao's face still had obvious dissatisfaction, but after all, this is not the time to privately instigate it. After seeing the season warm in the door, he has been naturally and humbly attitude. He can't really find anything to handle it. If there is nothing, he frowned and responded coldly: "Well, put it down. ”

Oberson was just about to take the boxes of tea they brought to the back, and Grandpa Mo suddenly looked back and raised his eyebrows: “Is it Bichun from the cave? This is a really good tea that is hard to buy abroad. I haven't had Binoharu in a long time. Quick, take the tea brought by Seasonal Girl and make it. I'll try it first! ”

“Okay, old man.” Ober answered and left.

“Girl Ji, don't just stand there. Why are you standing in front of the door when you go home? Come sit here, Grandpa!” The old man waved at the warmth of the season.

Season warm walked over with a smile and Mo Jing looked at each other deeply, the two of them sat next to the old man.

“By the way, this is the second time I've seen Miss Ji.” The father suddenly opened his mouth and looked at the season warm: “At Shine's dinner, I didn't have a chance to talk to Miss Ji. I just remembered that Jingshen took you upstairs. Miss Ji was not feeling well? ”

On the day of the season warming, almost everyone sitting here now knew what was going on, and Musha, the fighter who started it, was sitting next to him, but his father asked, clearly it was a deliberate disaster.

Seasonal warmth smiled flashly: “I accidentally greeted the glass that day. I drank a lot of wine and fell asleep in the bathroom. If I hadn't been spotted in the bathroom, I would have slept there all night. I was so embarrassed that day. Don't make fun of me, Mr. An. ”

But Grandpa Mo cooperated very well and laughed beside him. Others naturally couldn't laugh.

Her answer was too straightforward, as if a child who accidentally drank too much wine spit his tongue in front of his elders and begged for forgiveness, but was not abetted, which forced his father to squint his eyes.

Mojing smiled deeply, and the tone was open: “This little fact between husband and wife should not be on the table, she usually didn't have much opportunity to drink, and the amount of alcohol was really poor. That night, I just had a few glasses of champagne and fell asleep, which made me look hard to find. ”

“A few glasses of champagne made me drunk, and Miss Ji's alcohol was not very good.” My father laughed with a smile.

“Mr. An, you really made fun of me. I used to take pills when I was a kid. I was allergic to alcohol for a few years. When I grew up, I was no longer allergic, but my father kept me from drinking. I was a little stubborn, and I felt like someone else could drink it, so I often had a chance to sneak a few drinks, but every time I got drunk, it was a mess...” She laughed while laughing: “The depth of the scenery always cared about me, too. I sneaked around for a few drinks that night, and I almost had a joke...”

Seasonal warmth drowned his eyebrows, as if he was embarrassed: “Jingshen hasn't said much about me these past few days, I don't think he'll let me touch a drop of wine again, he's tougher than my father. ”

Amfather's smile faded a little, his eyes coldly watched the season warm with a lot of laughter. It was already a little unhappy, but he didn't say it clearly.

A man cares so much about his wife, even drinking such a small thing should be watched at all times, meaning that Mo Jingsheng really cares about the warmth of the season.

Mushao could hear that Ji warm, the well-minded little Niko was deliberately putting An Father's army, his cold voice suddenly sounded: “If the alcohol is not good enough, come out and walk, after all, there is Mrs. Mo's name on her head. If she gets a few drops of alcohol in a public place one day, she will get drunk, and you will not be the only one to lose face. ”

As soon as Mo Shao said this, the others hadn't spoken, and Master Mo glanced at him immediately: “What are you ashamed of? Whether she's at home or outside, she can't pick anything wrong with her pie! ”

Mushao's sharp eyes were cold: “Isn't it humiliating to be held back in the room by the public? ”

“Under the general public, whose pie is the least able to get on the stage...” Mo Jing's deep, faint voice and cold voice: “Do you really want to say one here so come? ”

It clearly sounds like Mo Jingdeep's voice is no different from the usual tone, but everyone in the place can acutely hear the suppression of the dark flow, just need a time to distract, as if he can freeze between his immobile voices to freeze water into ice.

Mushao's face was furious: "Jing Deep, what do you mean? ”