Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“Well, even tofu scum, my flower is only on you. ”

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Seeing the warmth of the season choke to the point where it starts to stare, Mo Jing suddenly refers to bouncing on her head: “What are you thinking? Don't be so unclean. ”

“ ………… ”

He's the dirtiest!

“It's almost time. It's been too long here. The air is boring. Get out first.” Mojing said deeply, turning around.

At this point, suddenly there was a conversation between Mesho and Master Mo from afar, accompanied by the sound of footsteps coming this way.

“Where's Jingshen? After a few words at Four Colors Hot Springs, people suddenly disappeared and have not returned yet.” It was Mozambique's cold voice.

Old Master Mo and Old God were there to reply: “When Jingshen was little, he didn't really like to come here to soak in the hot springs. He probably already went out. ”

“Don't go in there looking for the season warm? Anya's family is still here. The warmth of the season dared to haunt the depth of the scenery. How many people didn't see it!” Mozambique's tone is obviously unhappy as it speaks and goes this way.

Seasonal warmth heard here, suddenly a subconscious hand pushed the ink view deep into the corner of the stone seam behind the stone hole, the space here is small, can only accommodate two people, it has to be in a tightly aligned position to stand steady.

She leaned on him as a whole, and when Mojing glanced at her deeply, she raised her hand and made a "shush” look.

Mo Jingdeep had no intention of hiding at all, but she could see the little woman's expression was too vivid, and let her push him between the stitches so that she could cuddle her hands behind her waist so that her waist could not be caught by the edge of the stone next to her.

“It is not yet certain if the depth of view is already out, the season warmth is probably not inside, what are you going to walk in?” Old Master Mo walked and nagged: “Besides, the two little bites like to get tired of each other is also because of good emotions, you can't shake their emotions, you have to force a hand. Where the hell are you looking at the warmth of the season? I've been watching this granddaughter-in-law for a long time, but she's got a good eye! ”

Mozambique grumbled: “Even the Ji family behind her is completely incomparable with the An family, which is the most realistic thing that makes her ineligible. ”

“According to you, does Jing Shen have to marry a foreign princess to qualify? ”

“Princess? Well, having an identity and no brain is a piece of crap! ”

“Oops, you really deified Anshu too much. In my opinion, all the little girls caught up in the contradiction of love are the same. There's not much reason. I don't think she's really as perfect as you said. People's hearts are greedy, but some people hide it too well.” Grandpa Mo hummed.

The old man and Meshaw have approached, and the words are close to their ears, separated by a stone wall behind the stitches.

Just as Mosho was about to walk through here, and you could definitely see it as soon as you turned around, the whole season-warming instinct shrunk inside, but obviously squeezed the ink deep.

Mo Jing looked at her deeply and clearly wanted to hide. Now she knew she could not hide and looked angry. She smiled and glanced at her with a twinkling of her eyes.

The old man walked forward, his eyes just swept towards the side of the stone seam, his eyes glanced, his crutches suddenly fell to the ground, rolling two meters backwards.

“Oops, how did this hand suddenly slip?” The old man said and turned around: “I see the depth of sight and the season warmth should have gone out long ago, don't look, let's hurry out. ”

Mushao looked suspicious and picked up the cane and handed it to the old man. His eyes also suddenly glanced at the slightly hidden stone seam. He squinted and was about to take a closer look.