Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth shallow smile: “How can I stop what people say? I admit that I was used to being spoiled by my father in personality, but it's not at all desirable, you've been at height, and you should understand that in this circle of upper society, people see only the scenery on your body, and discover that any black spot will be indefinitely amplified and spread out, you can't help but rip your light off and step into the ground, who cares what your true nature is? ”

Mushao closed his eyes and let Ji Wen continue to help him press his head, silent for a while, no more talking.

After about a dozen minutes of pressing, the warm hands of the season, though sour, still maintained their previous strength. Although she was not particularly professional, the points on each head were fairly easy to find, and she pressed the points accurately.

“Just now at the hot springs, you and the depth of the scenery have been inside.” Suddenly, Mozambique said this and the tone was cold.

Seasonal warmth pressed him on the head and he answered frankly: "Yes. ”

“You answered very well. Weren't you still hiding?” He scolded.

“I know you'll find it, and I don't mean to offend you, but your subconscious doesn't want to have any more collisions with you, that's why you're hiding.” Seasonwarm said while his attitude was not so far away: “As you can see, the marriage between me and Jingshen is very harmonious and affectionate. Today in the hot spring behind the mountain, we are indeed together all the time, but isn't that right? ”

“Who gave you the courage to say the words you deserved? I don't agree with you. You deserve it!” Mozambique still hasn't pulled its face down, and the tone is still not very good.

Season warm smiled, and his hands gradually let go of the slight side tap and say: “I know you have your opinion, I am not the same kind of person as Answer Yan, she has become accustomed to her rigorous and planned life, but I am a very casual person, what to do is to say, whatever to say, even though life is simple, it does not amount to blind stupidity. ”

“It doesn't matter if you put it beautifully, the depth of the scenery is also a life of rigorous planning, he has been Mo's favorite heir since childhood.” Mosho snorted coldly.

Seasonal warmth snaps lips: “You never really contrasted me with Ansar, but you firmly believed that she and Jingshen were the only people in the world. ”

“Isn't that something that everyone can see? How can you compare to a book?” Though she did feel much more comfortable pressing her head, Moscow seemed to have had a rare time with her.

“Is it fair to compare the merits of Ann's words to the so-called seasonal warmth you hear from other people?” The warmth of the season is calm, laughing in the eyes, and the tone is always calm and calm.

“It is, indeed, very unfair. ”

A voice as clear as a spring came from the entrance to the back door of the front hall. Seasonwarm looked back and saw Mo Jingdeep coming out sometime, not knowing how long he had been standing there and listening.

The deep movement of Mo Jing was heard, and Mo Shao suddenly turned his eyes.

Deep in ink only wears soft and comfortable home clothes, but without the rigour and height of the weekday, this pair is even closer to the so-called simplicity in the season's warm mouth.

Obviously, he found that Seasonal Warm didn't go back, didn't even wear a jacket, and went straight downstairs to find Seasonal Warm.

“Well, speaking of which, isn't the depth of the scenery the last thing you need to do to hold your back?” For his part, Mosho saw Mo Jing's deep moment, as if his supreme authority had been provoked completely, and his face had once again turned cold.

Mojing slowly walked into the door, desperate to open her mouth: “I surrounded her in a protective circle all the time, I didn't want to see her turn too hard, I was her husband, give her back shouldn't I? ”

“For the sake of this woman, I've asked you to take over Shine several times in the United States, and you didn't agree, what's the future of guarding your own Mercer in Haicheng? The Mozis are all in Shine, and your future belongs only to Shine!” Mozambique, for its part, was abruptly provoked and outraged by Mo Jingdeep's not cold or hot attitude.

The ink should not be dark and the eyes are faint.

“What kind of attitude are you? Is there an attitude toward a father? Until now, I don't know why you left the United States all of a sudden! When you return home, self-standing portal is your own ability, you have the ability to do this, you can, I won't say anything! But all of a sudden you married Season Warm and didn't even say hello to me. Did you see my father in your eyes? ”

Mushao, on the face of Ink View, was angry and scolded to pick up the cup on the coffee table opposite the sofa, suddenly and heavily smashed into Ink View.

Seasonal warmth was almost instinctive and ran over, decisively blocking Ink's depth of view, and the swift teacup smashed hard on her thigh.

Mushao really used ten percent of his strength to throw the teacup, this instant the painful season warmed the whole leg numb, throwing so hard, he really had to do a hard job on his own son.

Mojing Deep was not hiding, the season warmth rushed over too suddenly, and the teacup also smashed in the blink.

He suddenly dragged the season warmth open, frowned and looked at her, then looked at her leg. The season warmth was just smashed and didn't feel well. He held up the pain in his leg and looked up at him, shook his head and whispered: “It's okay, it's okay...”

“You have the courage to stop it!” Mosho squinted his eyes and hummed.

The ink color in Mojing's deep eyes seemed to be the infinite night baptized by the tornado. Looking at Mozambique, the handsome face was clear and indifferent, pulling the season warm directly behind her. The low voice was mild and faint: “Why did I leave the United States, you don't know? ”

Mushao's eyes cold-eyed his gaze, clearly angry but pressing his temper again.

“Have you ever had less kung fu with me besides Anshu? What did you do when I got hurt so badly in L.A.? ”

Mojing deeply lowered his voice, his eyes at this time were cold as never before seen in the seasonal warmth.

Mojingdeep was in Los Angeles, seriously injured?

Los Angeles?

She's been to this place, too, and the longest city she's stayed in in years studying in the United States was Los Angeles.

There seemed to be some blurred impression in her mind that she hadn't caught it, and was suddenly drank furiously by Mozambique to draw all her attention.

“What does that have to do with you staying in the city?” Mosho was furious.

However, as soon as this was said, Mushao's body suddenly stopped for a moment, his eyes looked sharply at the season warmth deeply blocked by Ink, his cold eyes stared at her for a long time, suddenly squinting, seemed to think of something, cold asked: “Is she? ”

Seasonal warm eyelids jumped instantly.

What is she?

She was just about to come out and ask, but was pulled deep behind by Mo Jing. His hand held tight on her wrist and he didn't let her stand out.