Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Dark ink color in the deep eye of the ink, thin lips bent, but a chill smile: “is literally what it means. ”

When the public punctured everything under this thin piece of paper, Mushao's face was already a little unhanging, his divine anger, his father and son looked at each other, and it was already cold as an ice cellar in the hall.

Anshu Yan, sitting next to his father, never spoke, raised his eyes and saw Ink Jing sitting deep there. Although his face was cool, he still held the position of holding a finger with Seasonal Warm Ten. The two long legs wrapped in the suit pants were scattered and stacked together. The whole person seemed calm and casual, but there was a temper between the eyebrows that prevailed over this hypocritical peace.

The fact that Seasonal Warm was locked up in the bathroom on that day, he didn't intend to leave it so calm.

This topic shouldn't have been mentioned, and if it really was to be clarified, I'm afraid the loss would not have been pushed by them aggressively all season long.

In Mozambique, when Yan Yan was about to reopen his anger, the timely warm voice proposed: “Grandpa Mo, I heard that the back mountain of the Mo family had a spring eye that was dug out a hundred years ago, connected to the root of the dragon range mountain in Haicheng. It is a purely natural four color hot spring that is difficult to see in China. I wonder if it would be fortunate to soak up the legendary Mo family hot spring before returning to the United States? ”

I can hear that Anshu is trying to change the subject, but also to pause the collision of this iceberg.

Mozambique looked at the season warm and smiled slightly at him. Unlike the rhetoric in front of the hotel that day, she still had her share in front of outsiders.

Don't look at this young girl seems to have been fighting for the presence of Mojing Deep. In fact, she always knows how to cooperate with Mojing Deep. Every word goes seamlessly with every move.

At this time, Grandpa Mo laughed and said to An: “Oops, it's just a private spa in my house. How can you be as godly as you say? ”

“Grandpa Mo, you are so modest. Mo's hot springs have always been famous in China!” In keeping with the good mood of the old man, An continued: “I hear you often soak up Mo's four-colored hot springs, so you can get rid of hundreds of diseases. ”

“It's all too divine by people outside. The so-called four color hot springs are also gradually dyed by the Chinese medicine developed by the Mo family over the decades!” Grandpa Mo said, simply stand up: “Just in time, there are a lot of separate hot springs across from the hot spring pool, and on the other hand, you girls' houses go together. Since the book wants to see, everyone goes for a dip today! ”

Grandpa Mo said, “Jingshen, take Seasonal Girl with you. It's good for your body to soak in hot springs often. Seasonal Girl now has a mission to let me carry my great-grandson quickly. This health and wellbeing thing can't be without her! ”

The old man said this, really pinched too well, completely blocked the last chance of Anya's speech.

Again, it really protects the season warmth.

Father An's face did not make a good gesture, and Anshu Yan was still a generous smile, but his eyes looked deep into Ink's view from time to time.

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Unlike all kinds of high-school and low-end hot springs out there, the Mojia Hot Springs are situated beneath ancient stone caves, carefully crafted in the mountains behind the Mojia.

Although there are many people who come to the spa together under Grandpa Mo's warm invitation, fortunately, the so-called four-colored spa is in the right center, and there are several blocked springs under the stone cave with springs of water flowing out of the eyes and hot springs, which conveniently facilitates Anshu and the seasonal warmth.

After all, the old man and the few of them were men. There was nothing to soak up while chatting at the Four Colors Hot Springs. Anyu and Ji Wen were women. Even if they were all dressed, they were still not very good.

Seasonal warmth was arranged in the innermost medicine spring, passing by a rose spring in a stone gate next to it, when he saw that An Yan had been taken there by Mo's servants.

The fountain is secluded at the far end of the entire hot spring stone hole.

Seasonal warmth felt a little hot when sitting in the spring water. After adjusting a little to the temperature, some sweat appeared on his face. He felt very comfortable. He slowly stretched his body and sat in the spring water. His hair was high and ground, and his neck and face appeared to be gradually sweating due to the temperature under the water.

It's been soaking for about twenty minutes, and the season's warm and cozy is about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, there seemed to be someone approaching behind her, but there was no particular movement, and she woke up violently and looked back at Ink Jing and walked into her with the scent of medicine in a four-colored hot spring.

Seasonal warmth stunned: “Why don't you go on with Grandpa and them? ”

“I can't leave you here alone, the spa bubbles are too long easy to coma, I'll take a look.” Mo Jingdeep said he was just here to see, but people had slowly come in and come into this hot spring in front of her, while picking up small fluctuations on the water.

Seasonal Warm was sitting still in the hot spring, and the man's arm was stretched out in the water, and he straightened her out and asked, “How do you feel? ”

“Fine, it's just a little hot. ”

Mo Jing smiled deeply and sat with her for a while. She looked down at the temperature of the water and smoked a little reddish face. She was about to kiss her face.

All of a sudden, it looks like someone else is approaching.

Seasonal Warm heard the noise and was afraid of being seen. He was busy pushing him away.

Instead, the man tightened her waistband and looked back and looked down at the words of An, who had suddenly come in.

An Yan obviously didn't expect to see Mo Jing Deep here, let alone see them both in the hot spring... hug each other...

She walked in and saw this scene, and her first reaction was not to leave immediately, but to stand there, as if she hadn't returned to God in a while.

“Sorry.” After a dozen seconds, she barely turned back to God and looked at them: “President Mo, I was just a little bored at Rose Springs by myself, so I wanted to come and talk to Mrs. Mo, I didn't think...”

Mo Jing spoke softly: “Nothing to be sorry about, but if you and Seasonal Warm were in the same spa, it would only be more boring. ”

The look on Ann's face.

Seasonal warmth is also a glance at the words.

In Mo Jing's deepest words, it was sarcasm that Ann came to talk to Seasonal Warm, and the end result was that two women sat together and had nothing to say to each other to embarrass each other.

So, it's true that she doesn't have to come to Seasonal Warm to talk, and even if she did, she wouldn't say anything good.

The man was so frank and ruthless, hiding his poisonous tongue between his voices.

Mo Jing Deep seemed to have never had any unwarranted transcendence between Ansar, even at the Shine Group dinner, the same degree of cold and hot, holding the seal of alienation.

Seasonal warmth can imagine how repressed it is to be a proud daughter like Ann Yan, who has always stood at the height of admiration.