Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth is set directly in place.

Good Italian handmade leather shoes sound smooth and powerful on the ground, but with some ominous signals in the warm ears of the season.

She had just adjusted her face to reveal a smile that had not caused her any problems and felt a slightly cooler finger dotted on her shoulder.

“Hands, reach out.” Ink view deep tranquil.

“…” The season was warm and motionless, looking at him, still.

But the look on the man's face was getting cold, staring at her for a long time, and suddenly he smiled coldly: “How long do you think you can hide? ”

Sigh in the warmth of the season.

It's embarrassing not to want to tell him what happened to you today because of negligence.

She consciously took another step back into the door and wanted to take advantage of Sister Chen's opportunity to go in front of the door.

“Come here." Mojing's deep voice has sunk a few points.

The season was warm and helpless. He had to drool his head and look at her deeply.

First she paused, then saw that Feng Ling was still outside the Imperial Garden Gate. It was estimated that there was no way to keep this from happening. She had to reach out with her hands behind her back.

Mo Jing only looked down at her palm and slightly reddish fingers wrapped in gauze. She snapped her wrist and walked to the villa with a big meteor. Sister Chen didn't dare to talk when she saw his face was cold. Ji Wen was taken upstairs and brought into the room.

“This is the slightest skin trauma, because you are afraid that Feng Ling didn't tell you, and I have already gone to the hospital to deal with it, these few days will be fine without water, you don't have to live...” Ji Wen knew that Mo Jingsheng is now clearly the calm before the storm, so he had to give up any chance to ease his emotions, constantly explaining.

Mo Jingdeep disapproved, pushing the door of the bedroom directly took her in: “Go in, I'm in a bad mood now, don't make me say it again. ”

Seasonal warmth was jammed to the tip of his tongue, and he had to go into the bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed, she turned around and saw Mo Jing-deep's face was really bad.

“Explain.” He spewed both words cold and cold.

“First of all, don't blame Feng Ling. She's very diligent. It's all my own negligence, and I told her not to tell you.” The warmth of the season is somewhat helpless.

Mo Jingdeep took off his coat and threw it aside. The action was not a gentle ripping of the collar button. He said to the warmth of the season: “Don't rush to stop others from sinning. If you let her hide me first, you can explain things to me yourself. Why did you go to the studio for less than 10 hours and get your hand injured like this? ”

Ji Wen had to honestly tell him everything that had happened today. When he saw the man hearing the doll in the wedding dress that had been mutilated, he saw Lingling's eyes getting clearer. She quickly took Feng Ling to the hospital and went to Qin Shiting to deal with the wound.

The purpose is to let him know that Feng Ling is really responsible for her. Don't let this little thing upset Feng Ling.

“The source of the delivery, have you checked?” Mo Jingdeep's tone slows down, but rather than moderate, there is some kind of hidden danger: “Feng Ling listens to you so much now, this kind of thing dares to hide from me, it seems to be time to give you a new person. ”

“No, she really doesn't blame me for this. She knows I'll be back at night. You'll find out sooner or later, I'll just let her hide it for a few hours. After all, you're in the office during the day and don't want to distract you.” Seasonal warmth explains.

Seeing Season Warm busy maintaining Feng Ling, also busy considering whether he would be distracted by the company, but only not too concerned about her own safety. Mo Jingshen seemed to laugh, but Season Warm could not determine whether he was laughing or not.

Only a star and a half smile could be heard from his tone, but she laughed. She kept worrying that Feng Ling would be punished for this.

“Mind your own business.” Mo Jing looked at her deeply and the tone was cold.

"It was an international courier, and all we could find was from the United States, and all the information from the sender was hidden. ”

“Where's the number? ”

“I have it in my phone album. I took it. ”

Mo Jingdeep grabbed her phone directly, opened it and took a look at it, and sent the photo with the single number to his phone.

“Go sit down first.” Mo Jingdeep looked at her again.

Ji Wen saw his expression. Somehow he thought it was best not to offend him. Turn around and sit by the bed.

Seeing her obedience, Mo Jingdeep's face was a little easier. Close the door and go out.

……

Half an hour later, Shen Moo called Mo Jing back in depth: “President Mo, after checking, this international courier ticket number was indeed deliberately hidden. It should have been the sender who gave a lot of money to the courier company on the Los Angeles side. Normally, things sent from the United States to the country were not particularly rigorous through United States customs inspections, combined with artificial factors, so that they could be successfully sent to the country. ”

“Since it is artificially hidden, there is still a bottom line to be found.” Mojing said in a deep cold voice.

“Yes, I contacted people in Los Angeles, and after a special investigation, only one sender's last name was shown. ”

“What's your last name? ”

“Sue.”

Hearing this last name, Mojing's eyes turned deep and faint, suddenly cooling under the shadow of the light.

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There is a little benefit to this case of hand injury.

For example, Qin Shiting told her to try not to bend her hands and move around for two days, and not to touch the water for five days.

So when Seasonal Warm eats dinner, Sister Chen brings up the prepared dinner. She sits at the table and Mo Jing deeply feeds her herself.

“Open your mouth. ”

“Ah.”

“Open your mouth. ”

“Ah…”

I saw her hand wound like this, but I kept squeezing my eyebrows and laughing at her while eating, as if he was very proud to feed her with his own hands. Inkview threw the chopsticks on the table and picked up the spoon and fed her a sip of soup.

Seasonal warmth raised his mouth and drank it sneaky in. Again, Mo Jingshen saw this serious feeding, even as if he was afraid to burn her. When she drank soup, he was staring at her mouth. He had already blown it, it was not hot at all, but he was still too careful.

Seasonal warmth laughed and barely made a sound, sitting at the table with both hands on his legs, feeding Mo BOSS like an obedient elementary student.

“Still smiling? Didn't put a bomb in the courier to ruin your hand, did it?” Mo Jingdeep stuffed her with another sip of soup.

“I feel happy to be fed by you. It hurts my husband. Who can't be happy yet?” The season is warm and pleasant.

Mo Jing is cold, silent, keep feeding.