Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mo Jing's dark eyes were cool, and looking at Miss Han's frightened and unhappy eyes, she held the unspoken season in her arms for half a day.

Ji Wen was silent for a moment, and faintly said: “Miss Han, you don't have to provoke me with this irrelevant nonsense. Whether it's an ex-girlfriend or so-called fiancée, it's the same as nothing before the marriage laws in force in our country. Do you know what legal marriage means? You know what a wife is? Whose is this man? You need me to tell you? ”

Mo Jing looked down at her face and looked at the words emanating from one red lip. His eyes were warm and even had a light smile that everyone else could see.

Miss Han stared at her undying: “Anyone else's engagement can be dissolved. So what if you get married? It's still divorceable! ”

After the resurgence of seasonal warmth, the two words of divorce are particularly excluded and sensitive.

She turned her eyes and squinted. "I've seen the sincerity of your apology on your knees. If you want to protect yourself, don't talk so much nonsense. How many words are not the same result? You can't take off any of the clothes. ”

Since the season was warm from the beginning, she didn't want to take it off, and now that she wants to make things impossible, she wants the bitter fruit.

Feng Ling was prompted by Ji Wen's words, and she kicked Miss Han, who had just tried to stand up.

Miss Han sat on her knees in pain and suddenly interrupted by the cold voice of the man.

Ink's eyes were cold and his low voice was clear and indifferent: "I'll give you another minute. ”

Miss Han was trembling and looked at her father like a cry for help. Miss Han's father wanted to talk, but was blinded by several bodyguards in black, unable to go forward.

Miss Han was so frightened for more than a minute, and still just unzipped the dress. Both hands were still covered in death.

Mo Jingshen did not intend to continue wasting time here. His eyes faintly fell on Feng Ling, who nodded immediately.

“Pull -” a sound, the clothes on Miss Han were instantly torn apart.

With Miss Han's screaming, the season warmed her eyebrows but did not speak. Mo Jingshen had taken her away from the crowd and had not even looked in that direction.

Seasonal warmth was no longer on the scream behind when Mojing took him out of the crowd.

Mo Jing took her away deeply and did not say another word, but her hand was held tight by him.

Never been so tight.

It hurts a little.

She glanced up at him and whispered: “The depth of the scenery...”

Mo Jing made a deep move and slightly loosened his strength in her hand, but still held her hand, "Go home. ”

Seasonal warmth nods: “Oh. ”

When I think about seeing if Miss Han was really taken off, it was too late to turn around and people had been taken out of the hotel where the banquet was held.

In the crowd, the eyes focused on the back of the woman who disappeared in front of the door, her face was calm and the corner of her mouth seeped a little bit. A chilling smile.

……

By the time she returned to the Imperial Garden, it was late, and Sister Chan was asleep.

Dark ink opens the bedroom window, the cool breeze blows in at night, and the man's short black hair is blown by the rare and somewhat messy, but still not losing his style.

Seasonal warmth came out of the shower, and even though he didn't look back at her, he closed the window at the moment she left the bathroom to keep her from getting cold.

“I didn't eat anything at night, did you?” Seasonal warmth.

The man's gentle and deep eyes turned, his eyes calmly looked at her for a few seconds, his eyes with a penetrating look, only half-white under her black-and-white distinct eyes, spewing a few words: “Nothing to ask me? ”

Seasonal Warm really wanted to ask, but he hesitated.

The so-called "once" mentioned in Anshu Yan's mouth is probably about Mo Jingshen's engagement. Although she doesn't really know what kind of past he had in the United States, she is certain that Mo Jingshen didn't deny it tonight, which means it's true.

Since he gave her the opportunity to ask, she certainly did not want to have goosebumps in her heart.

Season warm walked over and stood still in front of him and asked, "Have you ever loved another woman before me? ”

Mo Jing held her hand against the railing by the window, leaning back against the blue water-light pool in the villa of the Imperial Garden outside the window, glanced at her, lifted her hand and rubbed it against her hair, which was still wet after she had just bathed.

“No,” he replied.

Seasonal Warm didn't ask any more words, just teasing: “Then I have nothing more to ask. ”

Seeing the woman's attitude, Mo Jing smiled deeply and lowered her smile, lifting her hand and releasing the button on her shirt: “Hungry? What do you want to eat? ”

“Go take a bath first. Sister Chen is asleep. I'll cook two bowls of noodles. Although it's not as good as yours, I can at least eat it.” Seasonal warmth said, turning to take out his clothes and urge him to take a bath.

Mojing stared deeply at her clear and frank eyes, staring halfway at her and taking her clothes: "Okay. ”

……

Seasonal warmth is in the kitchen, watching the boiling water in the pan until the water stays on long enough to remember to put the noodles in.

After hearing the noise, Sister Chen got up and put on a dress to help her cook. She was rejected by Seasonal Warm. Let Sister Chen continue to go back to her room to rest.

When the noodles were cooked, she picked up a tray, put two bowls of noodles on top and served them together.

I just put the tray down in my hand and I looked back and saw the bathroom door open. The man casually wrapped a white bath towel around his waist. His skin tone was healthy and a little whiter than that of a standard man. However, he had no femininity at all. The standard figure was enough to describe him perfectly. The muscular uniformity was clear. There were still undried water balls rolling down from his chest and hidden in the bath towel.

Even though we've been living together for so long, every time Seasonal Warm sees this scene, they want to push him back into the bathroom and let him get dressed before he comes out.

“Well, taste it. I haven't cooked noodles since I ate you that time.” Seasonal warmth said, sitting at the table, picking up the chopsticks and tasting them first.

Luckily, she was in the kitchen a little distracted when she started boiling water, but then she kept an eye on the softness and hardness of the noodles, which didn't cook too bad, and although it didn't taste as deep as the ink, it didn't taste bad.

Mo Jing took a deep look at her and was about to walk over, but the little woman ate noodles all over her mouth. She looked at him with her mumps and said vaguely: “Get dressed first! ”

Mo Jing looked deeply at her picture, smiled, opened the window before, the room was a little cold, he looked at her again and turned around and wore a bathrobe.

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