Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Ink walked deep into the window, lifted his eyelids and looked out.

Qin Shiting stood here in the direction he had been looking at, that villa not far from the other side.

There was no light in the villa, no one came back at all, and the black carver door in front of the door had been quiet all night.

There was only one floor lamp on this side of the landing window, in the dark light, with no one to speak to and a moment of silence.

The whole world seemed quiet, except for a white cat jumping out of the high wall across from the villa, meowing lightly at night from time to time.

Ink was stuck in his trouser pocket with one hand, and his calm, low voice appeared particularly clear in the dark light: “When love was exciting, hate was dying, people came back, you always avoided it, and tonight it was clear to continue to look like strangers, what are you still standing here looking at? She's not coming home all night. Are you gonna stand here and wait all night? ”

It was a long time before Qin Shiting made a move here, but he just looked at him and said, "Who is he? Mom said I was standing here to see her? ”

Seems like one night of repression calm was finally broken, Qin Shiting frowned: “Do you think I can stand here for this kind of woman until dawn? ”

Mo Jing Deeply Cold: “Her villa was vacant here for a few years, you moved here for a few years, looking at an empty villa for such a long time, now the person who walked away has come back, she is afraid that you still don't know you live across from her, how long have you been standing here every night, you don't count? ”

Qin Shiting: “…”

He suddenly turned to the side of the sofa, picked up the smoke spot that Nanheng had just thrown on the coffee table and stained it. He took a few sips to calm down before opening his mouth with a chilling tone: “Moving here was also a decision made a few years ago when the teenager was ignorant and immersed in love and hate. Now he has no more feeling. It's just a habit of living, he's lazy to change places. ”

Nanheng smiled in the smoke: "Young ignorance, or you? Mom's been thinking about this woman for more than 20 years, and now those people are chasing you. The woman who tried to punch you in the back of the stock thought you weren't interested in women, but who knew that your innocent teenager heart had been crushed by a woman and rubbed to pieces until now? ”

Qin Shiting had no expression on his face: “You two came to me in the middle of the night to shake down my stupid past? ”

Nan Heng smiled: “I do mean it a little bit, I don't know how he could have said it so late, he said he was kicked out of bed by the season warmth, he still doesn't admit it. ”

Nan Heng said to look at Mo Jing Deep.

Mo Jing faintly said: “I can't sleep. Come and see how unhappy Old Qin really is. He said I might still be happy. ”

Qin Shiting: “…”

“Can't sleep?” Qin Shiting grinned, smoking a few cigarettes and squeezing them out at his fingertips: “Can't sleep, you two just come here to watch me? ”

Nan Heng laughed there with a cigarette.

The depth of the ink landscape is nothing but salty cold eyebrows.

I can't sleep.

He was not kicked out of bed, there was no quarrel, his woman wanted to study in T City, changed from Mrs. Mo's status to that of a student in T major business department, although the study time was only a few months, but it was also a kind of temporary stripping around him, which was obviously the decision she made after the party.

The little woman obviously dared to make that decision through drunkenness.

Can you refuse?

You can refuse, but you obviously can't.

He can clearly feel that the warmth of the season, after a change of mood a few months ago, hides an unknown vulnerability sensitivity under calm and mature surfaces.

She was extremely afraid to face life and death, more afraid of not being able to take control of her own life. She had more stubbornness in her bones, more things she wanted to hold on to, but hid deeply.

……

When Mo Jingdeep returned, it was almost dawn and the sky was still a little dark, but it was also a little white.

Thought the warmth of the season was still asleep. As a result, the little woman rolled over in bed apparently did not sleep well at all. Until he lay beside her, she burrowed her eyebrows into his arms in her sleep and gradually calmed down.

Mojing touched her hair: "Headache? ”

Season warm closed his eyes and nodded in his arms, half asleep and half awake, confused and silent.

Mo Jing fell deeply between her hair and turned to rub gently on her forehead. She did not move, leaving him to help alleviate the pain in her head.

The little woman was dressed in soft pajamas, her hair scattered all over the bed pillow, her sweet fragrance was haunted, and she leaned softly in his arms, her eyes closed all the time, not asking where he had gone, but her instincts stuck in his arms and refused to back off.

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Ink Warm Studio.

The computer screen was jumping out of Summer Sweet's messaging to her on MSN.

Xia Tian can now walk normally with a cane on her feet, only after three months of rehabilitation, if she wants to come to her studio to help, it is not convenient to stay too far.

But after all, when Xia Tian studied with her in the United States, she studied at the University of Economics and was also a professional in financial analysis. Now the position of finance manager in the studio is vacant, just when Xia Tian came to help her, Seasonal Warm could also save a lot of effort.

The two people were talking in the heat of the day, and suddenly the inside phone on the desk rang, and Seasonal Warm picked it up: “Hello? ”

“Mr. Season, hello, here's a copy of your delivery. ”

The call came from the mailroom on the ground floor of the Jinlin Building, and Ji Wen glanced at the number and said, "Okay, I'll be right down. ”

After hanging up the phone, Seasonal Warm knocked a few words on the keyboard: [Are you afraid of too much stuff after you get out of the hospital, packing your stuff and sending it to the studio?]

Xia Tian replied: [No, I don't have a lot of stuff, just take a box and put it in the house when you go.]

Seasonal warm eyebrow tip slightly picked.

That's weird.

How come there's suddenly a delivery for her?

At this time of year, domestic e-commerce has just begun. Seasonal Warm is not accustomed to shopping online. Normally, there is rarely a relationship with other people's mailings, and some of the letters or telephone faxes she receives in this studio are all the responsibility of Xiao Ha or her secretary.

How come there's a delivery sent directly to her?

Seasonal Warm went straight downstairs to the mailroom on the ground floor, and the people inside handed her a box that was not very square.

Seasonal Warm sees the box is very strict, can't see what it really is, and only the address of receipt and her name, there is no address to write the message and the sender.

“Who sent it?” Seasonal warmth left a heart open and asked.

“I don't know, I just found it when I was sorting out this pile of boxes at the door. ”

Seasonal warmth just listen, weigh the square box in your hand twice, didn't hear any movement inside.