Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

She hung up on Mo Jingshen?

Seasonal Warm picked up her phone and looked at it. There was definitely one of his missed calls.

She whispered to the man sitting next to her: "I was talking to someone from the BGY group. I didn't notice that you called me, and I hung up. Then I rushed over again, and I never looked at my phone. ”

Mojing glanced deeply at her and lowered his voice: "Done? ”

Seasonwarm nodded happily at him, raising his hand, comparing one hand to another, comparing one hand to another to another, winking at him: “Selling this number, throwing away the cost, enough money to make a satisfactory answer in front of your father temporarily? ”

Mo Jing looked deeply and pressed her hand down: “Even if he couldn't hand over this questionnaire, he wouldn't be able to move you. You don't have to spell it like that. ”

Qin Shiting heard this and laughed over there: “Why? Didn't Kurt go back to America? Still haven't let the season warm? ”

Instead of looking at Qin Shiting, Mo Jingdeep looked down at the warmth of the season: “Have you eaten at night? ”

“No, I was just going to say.” Seasonal warmth looks at all kinds of drinks on the coffee table: "Isn't it Nan Heng's birthday? I've been in here half a day. How come I haven't seen a cake? ”

She also thought she could come over for a few bites of cake, plus she came too hastily after busy, which was really not even eaten.

Qin Shiting raised his eyebrows and said casually: “I drove directly to the hospital just after one surgery. When do I have time to buy cake? ”

The season warmed up and then turned to the depth of the ink.

Mo Jing glanced at her deeply: “Do you think I would buy a cake to celebrate a man's birth? ”

Seasonal warm mouth: “What should we do? Even if you guys don't like cake, since it's my birthday, there has to be a format. I knew I'd call you when I first got here. I was just passing by a nice cake shop. ”

“Which one? Let your lady bodyguard buy it.” Qin Shiting said.

Nan Heng heard the three words of the female bodyguard and swept him cold: “No need, someone will come later, she should buy it. ”

“Who is it? Aren't we the only ones today?” Qin Shiting glanced at him.

Nan Heng smiled and leaned back casually on the back of the sofa. He glanced at Qin Shiting without saying a word. His eyes seemed like he was saying, "Son, wait for him to be abused."

Qin Shiting Jun's eyebrows moved and silenced for a moment. Seemed to think of something, he suddenly chilled his face: “Are you..."

Suddenly, the door of the compartment was pushed open and a delicate cake box appeared in front of the door.

Seasonal warmth looked straight into the past.

It came from a woman, slender, white skin, calm and gentle in the eyes, age and seasonal warmth should be about the same, long, slightly curly hair spread behind the back, excellent temperament but not too lethal, holding a large cake box.

“Sorry I'm late.” The young woman walked in the door and smiled naturally. Her eyes swept over the faces of several people on the sofa. At that moment Qin Shiting's sinking face stayed a little longer, but it was only a little over half an hour, then she smiled and looked at Nam Heng and Mo Jing Deep.

At the same time, she smiled at Seasonal Warm: "Hello, are you Seasonal Warm? We've met, but you definitely don't remember, I'm always reading songs. ”

“Miss Shi?” Seasonal warmth finally made an impression here.

Times singing, Haicheng Shida International Group's thousands of gold, two years older than Ji Wen, home in the United States, domestic companies in Haicheng, I have met with Ji Wen before, but I also met him a few years ago when he went to a dinner.

There was even a rumor that singing was the only one that could match the warmth of the season. If it weren't for the time being, they would definitely be two flowers of the city's fame.

There was little contact between the two people. When they were reading songs in Haicheng, Ji Wen studied abroad. When Ji Wen returned, they had returned to the United States. Otherwise, they might become good friends.

Season Warm got up directly and used to help her pick up the cake and put it on the coffee table. “It's really been years. How did Miss Tim get home? Will you settle in Haicheng or go back to America? ”

“I may stay in Haicheng when the head office of a domestic company stays, but there may also be… other changes.” When I read the song, I looked at Nam Heng: “I brought the cake so late, didn't I spoil your fun? ”

“No, just in time, Mrs. Mo just said how there was no cake.” Nan Heng said, his eyes again meant a deep glance at Qin Shiting, who had never said another word.

Seasonal warmth felt that the atmosphere was not quite what she had expected. She looked at Nanheng and looked at Qin Shiting again. She felt that Qin Shiting's body seemed to be gathering cold, suppressing a kind of shady cold she had never seen before.

Looking at the depth of the ink scene, the ink scene's deep eyes didn't lift a second. Drinking the wine in the glass as usual, obviously it had nothing to do with me.

“I ordered the cake yesterday. When I was just about to pick it up, I found out that their dessert master took a temporary leave. He only came back in the afternoon and started making it in the afternoon, so I just waited a little longer.” Singing a song, she opened the cake box with a smile and said to Season Warm: "When did Miss Season get married? I couldn't even get a drink. ”

He said, looking at Mo Jingshen: “Wouldn't it be too much fun if Mo didn't even send us a wedding invitation? ”

“Sit down and say it.” Mojing told them to sit down.

Seasonal warmth opens the cake with the song, takes out the candle, and then pulls the song to sit next to it.

Suddenly, Qin Shiting stood up and picked up his coat on the sofa. He whispered coldly: “I still have things to do, let's go. ”

After reading the song, he stood still on the side of the couch. Seasonal warmth was a man who turned his eyes and looked at his face. He also felt that the atmosphere was not quite right. His eyes fell from the back of Qin Shiting to when he read the song on a somewhat stiff face.

What's going on?

Qin Shiting walked decisively and never returned. When the door was closed outside, the action was very hard. The door was simply dumped by him, “bang”.

Waiter, who was coming in with hot juice and a fruit tray, was shocked by the sound of the door, which was almost unstable.

Feng Ling outside the door also stood silently when he saw Qin Shiting's face coming out.

Seasonal warmth turned to Nam Heng and Mo Jing Deep: “What's going on? Dr. Qin just left? None of you stop it? ”

“Stop what?” Nan Heng took another cigarette from the cigarette box: “Sooner or later, he had to see this side, he wanted to leave, it was his own business, no one would stop him. ”