Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“Nan Heng is right today. Sometimes you can't blame others for being too cold-blooded. You can only blame yourself for not being strong enough.” Seasonal warmth nestled in his arms, as if he had accidentally lowered his voice.

Seasonal warmth got a little drunk tonight, Mo Jing took a deep look at her for a while, didn't say much, and took her back to the villa.

After going in, she also held his neck in circles and looked at his handsome face: “I need to work harder… I need to work harder to catch up with you… I need to work harder to support my new life…”

The four words of his new life gave a man a moment's pause in his footsteps, but it was just a moment, and he took her back to his room and leaned over and put her on the bed.

Looking at the intoxicated little woman, he held onto her and looked at her, faintly: “No more drinking. ”

It seems that even if she eats a cake in the future, she will have to taste it first.

I promised her the cake before, and he took it back.

“Ink depth. ”

“Hmm?”

“I'm going to be strong. ”

“ …… ”

“I'm going to be amazing. ”

“ …… ”

“I want to be strong enough not to need the pity and help of others to completely dominate my life, I want to be strong enough not to fear any other risk of life and death, and I want to...”

The man suddenly lowered his head to kiss her and kissed back the grand wishes in her mouth.

Seasonal Warm was already drunk. He was kissed for a while. He couldn't really say anything. He simply wouldn't say anything. He held his neck with his eyes closed.

Until the warmth of the season soon fell asleep, Mojing looked down at her.

……

Seasonal warmth woke up in the middle of the night and found that Mo Jing was not around. She sat up and rubbed some messy hair, and then scolded her feet off the bed, pushing open the door of the study and the window on the balcony, and saw no sign of Mo Jing Deep.

Standing on the balcony looking down, on the parking apron of Villa Imperial Garden, Black Guster did not park where it was supposed to park and sometime left off.

She didn't mean to get drunk today, but the fruit wine in the cake mixed with the alcohol in the juice made her still have a headache when she fell asleep.

Standing on the balcony for a few minutes the cold wind didn't wake up, still had a headache, she rubbed her forehead, turned back to the room, closed the window, then fell down on the bed again, grabbed the phone by the bed wanting to make a phone call to Mo Jingdeep, and then called over and could only hear a mechanized female voice: “Sorry, you are on the phone...”

Seasonal Warm threw the phone aside, it was a real headache, grabbing the pillow and pressing it hard on his head to force himself to continue sleeping.

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Black Guster flew on the road, and Mojingdeep called Nam Heng.

Soon after the call, Nan Heng drank a little too much, and said lazily: “I thought after you sent Season Warm back, you and your woman were at home doing a lot of firewood, there was no time to come out. ”

Ink depth: “…”

At this time, he didn't intend to leave Seasonal Warm alone at home. The little woman was drunk and said messy dreams from time to time. She also had a big aunt to protect her. After helping her change her pajamas after bathing, he still hasn't slept at all. If not, he wouldn't have come out with a phone call from Nangheng.

“Didn't you just have a drink at night? Why did you go to Qin Shiting's for a drink?” Ink view asks deeply and coldly.

In Qin Shiting's villa, Nanheng sat on the sofa, squinting his eyes and looking at the bright lights in the villa area outside the window, and then glanced at Qin Shiting, who was standing in front of the floor window in a shadow and indifference. He said with a smile: “I'm afraid he can't think of it. Come and see, he has been standing in front of the window like a log for half an hour. I suspect that he has become a Buddha and can't hear anything. ”

Mo Jing was not warm enough: “Indeed, his affairs should not be interfered with. ”

Nan Heng sat here for a few more drinks. He was also a little drunk at this time. He rubbed his long finger and rubbed his eyebrows. “I read a love song when I was in debt in the United States. Otherwise, do you think I would care about her and old Qin? ”

Nan Heng is not a fan of this kind of meddling. If it wasn't for his birthday, he would have chosen to bring a cake. Nan Heng has been eager to get into trouble with Qin Shiting for the past few days, and he didn't have the time to meddle.

He was even less interested in helping who, but Qin Shiting's life over the years was too lonely and light. He looked at his life as if a monk had become a monk. He couldn't get a good look at it. He found some other excitement for his life as calm as water.

Mo Jing drove deep and faded: “Are you still with him? ”

Nanheng: “He recently added a lot of good wine here. I drank some more. I haven't had enough until now. I'm too lazy to walk around. I live here today. Anyway, two grown men, I'm here to guard against letting that seemingly poor Ling Xuan come back and do something while old Qin is in danger. What, are you really here? ”

Qin Shiting's recent addition of wine is, of course, all in the hands of Mo Jing Deep.

Ink depth: “Wait. ”

Fifteen minutes later.

Nanheng held a cigarette and looked back at the man who appeared in the villa.

Ink landscape was dressed in black, as if stained in the night, walked into the door and glanced at Qin Shiting, who was still standing in front of the window.

Qin Shiting single-handedly stuck them in his trouser pocket, suddenly did not intend to ignore them. Even when Mo Jingdeep suddenly came over at this late hour, he just glanced at the door with cold eyes, his eyes retrieved cold, and he did not speak.

“How long has he been standing?” Mo Jingdeep walked in.

Nanheng turned his eyes and looked at the man with a high figure approaching him. His sharp fingers dusted the ashes and his eyebrows provoked: “Probably stood there since I got back, as he did when I came. ”

“In other words.” Nan Heng laughed and mocked at Mo Jing Deep: “How dare you come here so late, it won't be so warm in the season that you don't recognize who you are that you just kicked you out of bed? ”

Mojing glanced at him with a cold glance: "Are you experienced? How often do women kick you? ”

Nanheng frowned and smiled and picked up the cigarette and poured him a glass of wine from the coffee table.

Mo Jingdeep did not go to pick up the glass, his cold eyes looked in the direction of Qin Shiting, and Qin Shiting looked out the window cold from the beginning to the end.

“The money you brought back, it's gone so fast?” Mo Jing looked deeply at his shady face and asked cool and fresh.

Nanheng sat on the couch smoking and smiled, and glanced over at Qin Shiting: “I clearly had no interest in Ling Xuan. I had to buy people and put such a piece of brown sugar next to me at the cost. I just didn't want to make it too comfortable to sing. Psst, why is this necessary? Injure the enemy 1,000 self damage 800... Oh no, it should be injure the enemy 1,000 self damage 10,000..."

Mo Jingshen did not speak, Nanheng was just about to pass him a cigarette, and he received Mo Jing's deep cold gaze, and remembered that he had quit the cigarette 800 years ago. He immediately hummed and threw the cigarette at the coffee table.