Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mostly I could see her mood was relaxed and confident. Mojing grabbed her by the waist and fished her into her arms. The words were low and there was some warning: “Don't run into my face to stop anything from happening in the future. Remember, you hear me? ”

Seasonal warmth smiled. In that case, let's not say it was a teacup. Even if it was a knife thrown out, with instinctive consciousness, she would flush it.

Deep in Mojing took her back to her room and asked the maid to find a bottle of medicine, then let her sit beside the bed and bend herself to help her gently rub that fist-sized bruise on her leg.

Season Warm looked at him and said, "Have you lived in Los Angeles long before? ”

Mo Jingdeep's hand paused on her thigh, but it was just a blink, and he continued to pour yellow medicine to rub her.

“When I was studying in the United States, I was in Los Angeles, there for about two or three years.” Season Warm stares at him: “We, have you seen it? ”

Stand up deep in ink and put the bottle lid of the medicine liquor over it and put it aside.

He looked back at her and said, "What do you think? ”

She said?

The things she did in the United States, her impressions were really blurred. After all, she had lived so many years in her previous life, how could she think back to her teenage years of school?

Now think back, I don't remember when I saw Mo Jingshen.

Men like him, any woman would be impressed if she looked at it. Even though seasonal warming has been common to all kinds of quality men since childhood, this one in deep ink, if she had seen it, would certainly not be forgotten.

“Probably not.” The warmth of the season sank for a moment.

Mojing looked at her deeply and her eyes were dark and dark.

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Meanwhile, the Seasonal Villa.

It was late at night and the lights were still bright in Seasonal Dream Room, but the atmosphere was depressed.

She had just called An Yan, but he said in a chilling tone: “Miss Jie Er, you don't have to try to get any benefit from me. You and I have never been cooperative, so don't call me again. ”

Then the phone was hung up.

I always wanted to squeeze the season warm smoothly away from the deep side of the ink scene with the sharp edge of An Shu Yan, but I didn't expect An Shu Yan to return to the United States so soon. I just wanted to call her to find out what the current situation was between the depth of the ink scene and the season warm, but what I heard was this rejection a thousand miles away.

Ming An, like her, wanted Season Warm to disappear from the world immediately, but who would she be proud to show?

Returning to the United States is tantamount to defeating and walking away, a loser, pretending to be very sophisticated.

Even more unexpectedly, Mo Jingdeep's father could not even shake the identity of Mo Jing. If the suspicion of Season Warm is more serious, or the character is as delicate as it used to be, it will definitely make a scene with Mo Jing.

But the warmth of the season has always been so calm, it hasn't even made a scene!

Seasonal Dream has always thought that when Seasonal Warm encounters such a tough opponent as Anshu Yan, he will lose completely.

But now, unexpectedly, she's out of gas.

Don't say that the nature of Seasonal Warm is now beyond her comprehension. Besides, if the ink landscape is always in the way, it will be difficult to get Seasonal Warm even if anything happens.

In front of the Mozi family, the chairman of the Shine Group was just as impossible to persecute by too hard means. After all, there was an old man on it, and Mozambique was caught between Mozi and Mojingdeep, and many things were obviously powerless.

After all, it's not someone else who stands next to the warmth of the season, it's Mo Jingdeep.

The man had a frightening indifference that quenched in his bones and was silent, yet infiltrated everywhere.

……

Two days later, early morning.

Ji Hongwen found that Ji Menglan had not slept well for a few nights. Since the last time she deliberately targeted Ji Wen at the Mo family, Ji Hongwen had strictly controlled her, but obviously, he could manage people, but he couldn't care less.

He suddenly said coldly, "Eat a meal and hang your face all the time. Who is your father crying for? ”

Seasonal dreams suddenly choked, and the chopsticks in his hand almost didn't hold steady. He lifted his eyes and said: "Dad, I was sleepless for two nights, that's why...”

“You can't sleep until you've done too much wrong!” Jihongwen Cold Road.

Seasonal dreams suddenly bite his lips in darkness, enduring to bow his head and pull a bite of rice into his mouth.

Tomorrow, when the previous season was warm at home, Dad would often compare the season warmth to her, praise her for being with him often at home, praise her for her gentle whispers, know respect for elders, won't hit him, full of words praised her and instigated the season warmth.

But now, Seasonal Dream suddenly unwilling to put down the bowl, and then under Seasonal Hiroshi's gaze, he had to pick it up and continue eating, but the food didn't taste good, and he was angry.

“Old season, don't blame your dreams. Just scold me for a while. Do you still want to spend the rest of your life with her? Season Warm is not an outsider. Both are your daughters and relatives. The Mo family has been around for a long time. It's time to change the story.” Shen Herzhu softly persuaded.

Ji Hongwen whispered, “Do you think you're clean? I really thought the last time I took the board, I didn't know what was going on. Without you behind my back, dreaming I'd have the ability to go into my study and get something? ”

Shen Herew smiled at him like he was begging for forgiveness. His eyes turned again to Seasonal Dream and warned her not to make any more moths in front of her father.

After eating a meal under Ji Hongwen's horizontal brow, Ji Meng's heart was burning.

While Ji Hong Wen went to the company during the day, Ji Meng suddenly snuck out of the door, she couldn't go to the imperial garden anymore, Ji Wen and Mo Jing Deep now she couldn't find any other place. The only thing she knew was that the studio of Ji Wen was in Jinlin Building, she simply took a taxi.

Walk into the Golden Lin Building and reach the floor where the Mo Warm Studio is located.

Seeing the words of Mo Wen's studio, Seasonal Dream appeared calm, but his heart was disgusted. He was about to walk in, but was suddenly blocked by a tall and thin short-haired woman.

“Who are you?” Seasonal dreams were shocked by this short-haired woman's indifference, and she took a step backwards, asking a strange question.

Feng Ling did not speak and looked at her with cold eyes. He did not let her in.

“Are you the receptionist in this studio or some little clerk? How dare you stand in my way? Do you know who I am?” Seasonal dreams suddenly suffer such indifferent disregard.

Feng Ling did not have any facial expression to interrupt her: “President Mo has ordered that Miss Ji and the dog should not be within 10 meters of Mrs Mo's body. ”

Seasonal dreams of a fine makeup face, instant iron green!