Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Grandpa Mo, who had just taken the crutch, suddenly sat directly on the ground, and the crutch rolled back out several meters.

He scolded with resentment: "Your old man is so old, he's been soaking in the hot spring for so long, his feet are numb! I don't have the strength! You're all right! You're all right! The more you walk in, the more you panic. Get me out of here! ”

I saw the old man fall on the floor, and the drama was too serious.

Mushao's face was ugly, he knew what was going on, but he still couldn't keep going in. He picked up the cane with a dark face and lifted up the deliberately painful Ouch, the loud old man walked out.

It wasn't until those two walked away that the season warm relaxed on the deep side of Ink View.

Mojing grinned deeply: "What are you hiding from? Think he wouldn't know if he was hiding here? ”

“He must know, so obviously, it's weird not to know. But is it better than just getting caught at the scene? Isn't that to protect him from his white eyes?” Seasonwarm carefully looked out his head to make sure they were really gone and exclaimed: “I didn't expect Grandpa to play like this! ”

“Nor did I expect you to hide in such a place.” Mojing came out of the crack with her, and the apparent irony between the words was that the crack had no hidden effect.

Seasonal warmth backwards: “Is it exciting? ”

The man stared at her and laughed.

“All right, all right, let's get out of here, or if Director Mo comes back and kills us again, we'll all fail Grandpa Kambioska's act!” Seasonal warmth said, walking out with his arm.

At the entrance to the hot spring in the mountains behind the Mojia family, Mo Shaoheng held Master Mo out and saw Anshu Yan standing outside. He asked directly: "Yan, how long have you been out? See the depth? ”

Yan Yan's eyes were waveless, his eyes only glanced lightly at the entrance to the hot spring, and his mouth said: “I didn't see. ”

Mushao didn't miss the look she had just thrown inside, her sharp eyebrows wrinkled, obstructing the old man's constant oozing pain, there was no way to go back to get people out, he could only hold the old man in his face and leave.

Until Mojing warmed up late in the season, Anshu Yan remained where he was.

Seasonal warmth's gaze cast on An Yan's body. An Yan merely snapped her lips without salt, and then looked at the depth of Ink.

"What time is the plane tomorrow morning? ”

Anyan's face was no longer as obvious as it had just been in the stone cave, and he replied: "Early on, I think I'll have to leave for the airport just before dawn. ”

Mo Jing nodded deeply and his hands were always held in the warm waist of the season. He took her with him and didn't say much.

At night, in the front yard and back yard, each trail has a very classic row of small lights, even if it is already Mid-Autumn season, the gardening scenery on both sides of the trail is full of green grass trees, passing through the imperative pebble road, not far from the rear garden lake, the waves are sparkling.

The whole world is dark, but the whole world is quiet with warm lights.

Regardless of the two generations before and after, it seems that Seasonal Warm has never walked on such a quiet trail with Mo Jingdeep. At this moment, a lot of vigilance and loneliness from previous generations, as well as pressure from the outside world belonging to Mo Father, seems to no longer exist.

The wind rubbed over his ears, and the season warmth suddenly shook the dark hand of the ink, very tight.

The man noticed a slight change in her, paused and looked down at her.

Seasonal warmth lifted his eyes and smiled at him.

The little woman's eyebrows curled with a smile and Mo Jing looked deeply at her: “What's wrong? ”

Season warmed with a mysterious shake of his head.

Women are often emotional animals, no matter how many generations they live.

She's just wondering what he just said.

Will be together for the rest of our lives.

No divorce.

Seasonal warmth held his hand tighter.

……

It's late at night, after all, I've soaked the kind of hot spring with Chinese medicine at night. Although it's good for my health, I always feel thirsty after soaking the hot spring.

Seasonal warmth was not asleep at more than 11: 00 in the evening, Mo Jing was lying next to her deeply, half leaning against the bed, looking at the e-mail in her phone.

Seasonal warmth did not disturb him, lifted up the quilt and got out of bed, just said, "I'll get someone to cook some hot water and drink it." He put on his jacket outside his pajamas and stepped out of the room lightly.

She was not familiar with the Mo family yet, and there should have been servants downstairs to see if they needed anything else occasionally, but when the season warmed down, the servants weren't there.

Seasonal warmth walked out and saw the lights still on in the front hall from afar, thinking that the servant was probably over there, walking straight past.

As a result, he just walked into the front hall and didn't see the maid. He just saw Mosho and his face didn't look very good. He sat on the couch with a slight frown.

“Dad." Seeing him warm for the season was a bad look, seemed uncomfortable, and even though he didn't want to be cold eyed, he walked away.

Museau heard the warm season and looked at her coldly: "What are you doing here? ”

“I wanted to get a servant to cook some water and drink. I couldn't find anybody. I came over when I saw the light on.” Seasonal warmth approaching: “Where are you uncomfortable? ”

Mushao had no patience and frowned. He lifted his hand and pressed his forehead. The tone was not cold. He said: "Old, too hot to stand, soaked too long in the hot spring, headache all night. ”

Seasonwarm looked around and still didn't see any servants, asking: "Are you alone here? Didn't someone bring the pills? Does it hurt badly? You don't need to see a doctor? ”

“You don't have to take your meds.” Mushao dropped her hand and looked at her in disgust: “You don't have to lie to me, you have to drink water to find it elsewhere, don't stand here to make people look bored! ”

If it hadn't been for the fact that he was Mo Jingshen's father, it would have been really impossible to put up with this temper, would it have gone back?

“If you have a headache so bad that you can't sleep, why don't I try pressing it for you?” The warmth of the season is slow, bringing some patience and hospitality to the elders in peace.

Moshauser's eyelids lifted toward her, coldly: "Will you press? ”

“I'll try.” Seasonal warmth did not say much, directly bypassing the sofa standing behind him, not waiting for Mozambique to calmly refuse to exit, fingers have been gently pressed on his head, find a point on the right head, a little more gravitational.

Mushao was silent for a moment, didn't say much, didn't let her roll away, just sat there cold and cold, and then closed his eyes for a moment: “Do you still know this? ”

“My dad also had headache problems a lot, so I learned it simply, but never had a chance to help him press it. ”

“Didn't we all say that the Haicheng Ji lady was delicate? You still have this filial heart? ”