Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Miss Han thought she could use this opportunity to get away. Seasonal warmth just glanced at her and her eyes smelled like laughter and not laughter.

“Although I'm not going to do anything too great, if I apologize, I can fix the problem. What do I need the police for?” Seasons are warm with different delicacies, delicate eyebrows covered with a thin mockery and a soft voice with half apathy.

Didn't you play Little White Flower just this season in front of Ink View? What's going on here? Back in the dark with the ink view, it's starting to fit again, isn't it?

Miss Han bite her teeth and withheld her silence. Under her father's eyes, she had to continue to apologize. Her face rose red and said: “It's just a matter of a glass of wine, you don't have to... you don't have to call the police...”

Miss Lin, who had just squatted on the floor and refused to take off her clothes, suddenly stood up, her eyes filled with anger: “President Mo, you don't even know how many people are watching this season's warmth. Even if you don't help her, she can also stand on our heads. This is why she saw you there. That's why she pretended to be so kind and innocent! She doesn't have you looking so petite right now! It's disgusting! ”

Seasonal warm eyebrows picked up: “How dare you still cling to me not leaving you face? Haven't you heard Miss Han's apology? I'm the one who was wronged. Do I have to soften up when I'm innocent? ”

Miss Lin turned a white eye on her and looked directly at Mo Jingdeep. I don't believe he can really be fooled by the season-warming act.

After all, not many people like to see the season warm so proud of the spring breeze. The few people standing behind saw Miss Lin as the head bird. She simply followed along with a few words: “Indeed, I didn't expect Mrs. Mo to play so well... President Mo, when you came, she burst into your arms and looked delicate. This mood switching is really amazing...”

At this point, almost identical criticisms were echoed in the lobby.

From the malice of a few rich families united, so blatantly bold.

Many want to see the true loss of soul in the warmth of the season, or the wolf when it is abandoned.

Even if they are not hard enough in front of Mo Jing Deep, but do not believe in the accusations and doubts of so many people, Seasonal Warm can completely get off the stage, even if she can't peel a layer of skin today, she must be allowed to laugh generously.

Miss Han also looked at the depth of Mo Jing with her eyes. Her pointed voice was a little trembling and even a little excited about the dark eyes of the man: “President Mo... I have apologized for wronging Mrs. Mo, but she has just gone too far with all the ridicule about me. I have always been very fond of you. Before you married, I tried to meet with President Mo. I was in a mood for a while, so this was a very negative past for me, but Mrs. Mo came to expose my scars in public to ridicule me... I like someone who is not wrong, besides, shouldn't she also apologize to me when you are not married? ”

Mo Jing looked at her with dismay: “Should I applaud your suicide jump or should I look at every woman who likes me differently? What does your negative past have to do with overbearing attitudes? ”

Miss Han's expression was stiff: “I... I mean, Mrs. Mo just revealed my scar. I have already apologized to her, so she should also..."

Mo Jing spoke softly: “Do I look like I'm going to do justice for an unrelated person like you, or do I have enough time to do justice for a man who wronged my wife? ”

A woman unrelated to him here tells of past sympathy, or perhaps attempts to gain attention in front of him.

However, deep in Ink's eyes, everything in the presence was irrelevant to him except for the warmth of the season.

Miss Han bit her lip and covered her hands with half the clothes she had just taken off. Faced with a man she had loved for a long time, she bowed her head and bowed her head. She swallowed: “But she...”

Mo Jing Deep no longer looked at her, looking at the group of people who had just tried to keep the season warm, her eyes were calm and there had been no change.

“Whether to be my wife is fine or not, a woman should be soft when she's supposed to be soft, and the same is true when she's hard. ”

The man's tone was always faint, but he shut up completely for a moment, and the hall was once again trapped in a strange silence of death.

Miss Han took a deep breath, like unwillingness, like hatred, her eyes looked back and forth in the warmth of the season and deep in the ink.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd said, "Miss Han, can't you take off your clothes? ”

Quiet was broken, and Miss Han's last little bit of sanity and self-esteem was instantly shattered.

The phrase of that person is like having an organ open for a moment, and many people who were waiting to see the season-warming jokes now understand how to stand up to protect themselves from being affected.

People are often like this, the downhole stone is the biggest fun after tea meal of these upstream golden people, no one will care about the moral bottom line, there has to be someone who can block all this wind wave, can keep everyone alive, and can comfort the woman who has been deeply held in her arms by Ink King, probably can save a lot of trouble.

Miss Han's eyes are red, her hands are dead and she won't take off her clothes. Her eyes are completely embraced by Ink Jing in her arms. She really wants to be pissed off. She bites her teeth and says to Season Warm: “The man who took from other women is protecting you like this in public today, Mrs. Mo, you must be proud, right? ”

Seasonal warmth glanced at her and didn't understand what the man who had taken it from another woman meant.

Mo Jingdeep's faint eyes made Miss Han feel like she had been stuck in the ice cave for a while, her whole body got cold, but she was still angry, and she was stimulated by the surrounding group of people at this moment almost lost her mind, pressing her heart's fear out loud: “Season warms you, what is that look? Don't you know Mo Jingshen was engaged in America! He had a fiancée... ah! ”

Miss Han's words were not finished. Suddenly, Feng Ling, standing in the middle of the bodyguard, kicked him in the back of his knee. The whole person suddenly knelt to the ground.

“Take off your clothes and talk so much. Want me to take it off for you?” Feng Ling said coldly.

Miss Han's legs hurt so bad that she could not stand up, covered her clothes on her knees, trembled and did not speak. She raised her eyes carefully. A pair of dark, icy gazes on the ink scene made her sweat vertical.