Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

But the man in front of her stared at her, and his dark eyes stirred up a twisted smile, laughing at a different sex. Sense, like a troublemaker. Sin, he rolled his throat and bowed his head over her lips.

No deeper entanglement, but an inch lick. Licked her lips, obscured.

Finally let go of her lips, he grabbed her waist and didn't let her turn away, mute his voice: “Angry, it's always my birthday. If I don't give you this birthday before midnight, I don't want another unnecessary charge? ”

Season Warm looked at him like he was innocent, so angry to push him: “I'm not so unreasonable! ”

“Yes, you're very reasonable. Yesterday, there was a hero to save Mi. You dare to shut me out today, huh? ”

“That's because you're not being honest with me!” Seasonal warmth patted his hand on his face, obviously touched, but still held her breath. Her face can no longer tell what kind of expression it is. It's probably a little twisted, and she's lazy to cover it up.

But it was no match for his strength. Seasonal Warm had been brought into the floor window. The window had not been closed. She was pushing her hand away, and the man put a knife in her hand.

Seasonal warmth: "…”

“Cut the cake, or just cut me, pick the same.” Mo Jing's deep tone was faint, but her eyes looked faintly at her, clearly having taken her care of herself into the eyes.

“ …… ”

“Aren't you still angry? Where do you want to cut it?” He pulled over, leaned down in front of her face and looked at her face: “This door was closed, and his breath was held for long enough. How many cuts could you cut on me instead of yourself in the cold war? I think you had a pretty good knife last night. Want to keep blowing today? ”

Seasonal warmth held the knife handle tightly and stared at him.

The feeling of a punch in the cotton is really bad!

“I'm not that bored who said I was going to go to the Cold War with you.” Seasonal warmth suddenly turned to lift up one cake on the floor and cut it off, then took the cake and put it on the table next to her, cut several knives, didn't eat a bite, then picked up the other, continued to cut it, never looked up at her again.

Mo Jing deeply stood by and looked at her, how she felt she was cutting the cake with his strength, and the "bang bang” means she was in a bad mood.

He didn't say a word, then he picked up the cake and handed it to her for cutting.

Cut one and pass it to her.

It was cut for half a day, the season was warm and tired, and there were a few more complete pieces on the ground. Mo Jingshen picked up another one and handed it to her.

She stood there, holding a knife filled with cream in her hand, and the man looked at her with a clear eyebrow, always with the indulgence of her own.

For a moment, Seasonal Warm suddenly didn't know what it was.

Clearly he had explained it, clearly told him that even if he could not have been a blank piece of paper, no woman had ever left any imprint on it, which was obvious enough, what else did she want him to say?

Seasonal Warm didn't even know how to fight him.

Is it because his past in Los Angeles has been provoking her? Is this a successful provocation?

She suddenly caressed her eyebrows. She didn't think whether her jealousy was really unreasonable, threw the knife, went straight to the bathroom to wash her hands, and washed off all the cream in her hand.

The doorbell rang outside the door, and the season swallowed his hands slowly and saw Ink deep open the door.

Nan Heng walked in and saw some cream on a white shirt full of wolves and dark ink, and smiled coldly: "You guys just had a butter war? Or simply unlock something new directly on so many cakes? ”

Seasonal warming didn't have time to think about how Nan Heng suddenly came to T City, and his words burned his ears.

Ink glanced deeply at Nanheng, then looked at the warmth of the season still standing in the bathroom and washing his hands. He opened his mouth and his voice was unusually warm: “My body was covered in cream, I washed it and went back to my bedroom to change. ”

When Nan Heng looked at the gauze on the warm head of the season and the half face that was slightly reddish on her face, her eyes were less common.

“So heavy, you didn't step on the roots of the son of a bitch right away?” Nanheng's mouth was laughing, but his face was obviously much colder.

The warmth of the season stopped and he glanced at him again. Did Nam Heng come because of the underground bars?

Or is it about the American guy?

“Before he could do it, he had already been abolished by Feng Ling.” Mo Jing's extremely cold voice interrupted the season's warm thinking and looked at her again: “Go back to your room and change. ”

Wasn't it bloodier when the man was more than abandoned by Feng Ling?

Ji Wen knew that Nanheng was in the arms business, and that there should be some simple relationship between him and Black and White. Nanheng would come here, presumably also because those who were disposed of last night were a bunch of people in the underground bar in T City, and maybe there was some connection.

Season Warm really didn't want to hear any more about what happened to those people last night, and she looked at them, wiped her hands, and went straight back to her bedroom.

Seeing the season warm stepped on the cake and wolf walked into the bedroom, Nanheng always felt that the season warm today seemed to bring some fire, although she didn't say it, the movement when closing the bedroom door was extraordinary.

Nan Heng picked out his eyebrows and looked at Mo Jing Deep with a smile. “What's wrong? And you saved her temper? ”

Mojingdeep ignored him and unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt, bluntly saying: “What's going on over there in Los Angeles? ”

“What's going on? Isn't that obvious? Su always obstructed your pressure to keep her precious granddaughter locked up at home. Su Xueyi was only used as a gun by that person. He dared to come to the country to sneak around. He did have enough courage, but you don't know what force the Su family was behind.” Nan Heng starred: “But then again, you really deserve it? That one kept you for a whole year when your serious injuries weren't healed...”

As if there was a dark flurry in the air, Mo Jing's face always showed a crisp flash, and the tone remained cold: “If my father didn't intervene from it, put such a person next to me while I was unconscious, I wouldn't even be able to admit the mistake of saving my benefactor. Otherwise, how do you think she would have had the chance to defend me all year? ”

Nan Heng's eyebrows suddenly jumped hard, his eyes looked from the direction of the room door just closed by Seasonal Warm, and then looked at Ink's deep cold face, his mouth pumped: “Wasn't it Seasonal Warm who accidentally picked up your life? The Su family and your father... Did Mom know something terrible..."