Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

There is room for growing momentum in the domestic real estate industry, and she and BGY's boss sit in the conference room with their own insights into the analysis of domestic real estate.

Every sentence of Seasonal Warm speaks a little bit, making BGY's boss look forward to working with Morning Studios next time.

As we talked about it, the phone on the conference table began to vibrate. Seasonal warmth didn't look like the electricity, so we pressed the hang up and continued to laugh and talk.

At the Purple Crystal City Club, Mo Jing heard the phone hang up and glanced at the screen of the phone.

Nan Heng looked at the man with the phone who had not been able to get out of the compartment and asked with a laugh: "What's that look on your face? Did Seasonal Warm hang up on you? ”

Mo Jingdeep doesn't talk.

Did the little woman really learn to hang up her phone?

Qin Shiting just said that he actually let Season Warm grow a pair of wings to fly in, and he finally started thinking about it.

The 20-year-old season warmth still has too much room to learn and grow. Thinking about a day in the future, if she really grows up completely, she turns into a so-called total season that he can no longer control...

Mojing squinted deeply.

Qin Shiting always sat idly on the other side of the square sofa drinking wine, gently shaking the white half of the glass, smiling: “If you dare to hang up your phone, Seasonal Warm is really the first. When she comes, I will have to exaggerate her. She is really good! ”

The tone dropped for a moment, Qin Shiting said: “It's not too early. Don't let anything happen. Should we go to her? ”

Nan Heng glanced at the time: “There is a Ling with her. There will be no problems. She definitely hung up the phone. I put my best assistant next to his woman, if this can still go wrong, wouldn't it be too sorry that I cultivated Feng Ling for many years? ”

Mo Jingdeep walked over and kicked Nanheng's leg on the crystal coffee table before sitting back on the sofa. After sitting down, he said indifferently: "If you don't get Feng Ling away from you, you're afraid you'll die directly in her hands. ”

Nan Heng was suddenly choked by a cigarette and coughed up deep under his eyes to reveal some blood silk before he got a little tough: “What is he... Mom told me to die in her hands? ”

Mojing grinned deeply and coldly: "I see you've been really idle lately. ”

“Why? I'm free. You want to fight me?” Nan Heng squinted his eyes with a smoke.

“Don't you two, stay away from me if you want to kill each other. I don't want to drag two seriously injured patients back to the hospital in the middle of the night. I have to work nights today.” Qin Shiting was cold.

……

More than half an hour later, the seasonal warmth finally appeared at the Purple Crystal City Club.

The security guard leads the way to the designated compartment door, pushes the door open, sees the inside compartment is large, the sofa coffee table vertical microphone and a number of facilities that only a high-end party hall will have, all in one place.

There were only three people in it.

Mo Jingshen, Nanheng, and Qin Shiting.

Qin Shiting is now also considered an old acquaintance. Nan Heng has been only unknown to Ji Wen. He is said to have been in the United States for a longer time. He has been in the arms business, has once found traces in Haicheng, and later has a great reputation in the United States.

As soon as she opened the door, Ink's deep, faint eyes looked at her and said, “Warm, come sit down. ”

Seasonal warmth was just about to pass, but suddenly I saw Nanheng's intolerable expression, like goose bumps coming out.

“I said, you can kiss me anytime you want at home. Can you pay attention to this in public?” Nanheng is outraged.

It's been so many years since I've known Mo Jing Deep to see who he's been so proactive with, let alone so affectionate, that he's really pushed the limits of their ability to accept.

Mojing glanced at him deeply and coldly: "Get your feet off me. ”

Nanheng: “…”

I really wanted to scold people, but I still put up with it. I saw that the season warmth had come. Nan Heng's foot lay on the coffee table did block the way. He retracted his foot and looked out the door.

After Feng Ling sent Seasonal Warm, he stood outside the door with due diligence and turned around to stand with several bodyguards in front of the door.

“What are you doing outside? Come in." Nanbang pressed the sound, cold and icy, like an order.

Ji Wen was just about to let Feng Ling come in, but Feng Ling never came in. She just walked to the deep side of Mo Jing and sat down. She raised her eyes and said to Feng Ling outside the door: "Yes, come in, it's not an outsider. ”

Feng Ling still stood outside the door, did not speak, his eyes swept over Nanheng's face, just a very plain glance, did not say hello to her old BOSS, and removed his gaze to return to Ji Wen: “This is not a suitable occasion for me, Mrs. Mo, I am guarding outside the door, if there is anything to call me. ”

After that, close the door directly outside.

There was a strange silence in the compartment. Seasonal warmth was accustomed to Fengling's cold and hard temper. The door had been closed outside, and it was no longer forced.

Mojing looked deeply at the warm face of the season and handed her the drinks list from the coffee table: “What would you like to drink? ”

Seasonal warmth looked down at the beverage menu and looked at the number of good drinks on the coffee table. He laughed: "Don't bother, I'll drink with you. ”

Instead, Ink took back the menu she had in her hand, rang the table bell and called in Waiter from the bar, ordering her a hot juice and fruit platter.

Until Waiter picked up the list and left, Mo Jingshen said: "I told you, you will never get drunk again. ”

“I can't drink much...”

“Not a bite. ”

“ …… ”

Since Feng Ling closed the door, Nanheng's face had been gloomy. At this moment, the two men beside him were still heartbroken and sprinkled with dog food.

He glanced intolerably at the warmth of the season and scolded with a cold smile: "Didn't this woman dare hang up your phone just now? Turn around and be careful again? Even a glass of juice has to be heated. How delicate is it? ”

Qin Shiting accidentally poured the wine: “I've already seen it, you have to adapt again. Medically speaking, however, women should drink less cold and as much hot as possible, which is good for their health. ”

Nan Heng scolded and laughed with a squint of his eyes: "You are really poisoned, you are not conscious enough to shout the flag for these two mouths. ”

Qin Shiting still smiled carelessly: “Do you think it's easy for me, brother? I think I've been abused for a long time by both of them. I've been abused of Stockholm syndrome. I'm used to it. I don't get used to it for two days. ”

Nanheng leaned against the couch and turned around, coldly: “Do you want to be abused so badly? All right, I'll make it up to you. ”

Qin Shiting looked up at him and said, "What is it? ”

Nanheng glanced at the door and the tone was deep: “Soon you will know. ”