Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal Warm's voice, though calm, is obviously a little hard to hide.

After that, she kept turning her head down, turning a page later and saying: “Then book your ticket back to Haicheng. I'll go back with you. I won't learn. After the injury, I'll be a leisurely broad lady behind you every day. Anyway, you don't need money. Don't say that I'm a loser who brushes around with cards every day. Even if I take billions of dollars out blindly and invest, I'll lose hundreds of millions every day, so you can support me. ”

“If you really want to lose, I can.” Mo Jing deeply didn't mind the prick in her conversation, but instead let her punch her in the cotton once and for all, holding her in a strange rage.

“Oh.” The season warms in his mouth hard enough to squeeze out a cold enough word.

Mo Jing looked down deeply at her still somewhat reddish half face, although it had faded a lot, but it would take at least a day before it completely disappeared.

He took the book in her hand, and when the season warmed up and looked up at him, he said: "Be good, don't be angry. Tomorrow morning if your face gets swollen, I'll let you go back to T. ”

As he spoke, the man's hand touched her face, looking at the redness on the other side, and his eyes were clearly still swollen.

Don't let Seasonal Warm open his face and keep touching him. Lift the duvet and lay down on his leg. “Then I'll go to sleep. Resting more will help eliminate the swelling. ”

Before he lay down, he was suddenly directly fished out by the man's arm. Seasonal warmth had just earned money, but the man sitting beside the bed directly took it into his arms.

“What do you want to hear?” He held her and didn't let her go, looking at her with black eyes as the season warmed up and stared at him: "About everything that happened to me in the United States? Or about the so-called fiancée you've heard of in Los Angeles? You think I'm honest enough with you? Or did one of my words touch your bottom line and make you angry like this? ”

Ji Wen felt she did not seem qualified to ask Mo Jingsheng to be completely honest with her, not to mention that all of those things did happen before she got married, and she knew exactly what he was doing to her.

In the past, she swore that whatever Dandan said, no matter how many women had ever been deep in Mojing, she was a loser in her eyes.

But when it came to understanding, she found herself a very narrow and ridiculous woman.

He said that no woman left a mark on his blank paper, no trace was second, and the key was that there was such a woman in Los Angeles.

Seasonal warmth was well aware of Ink's profound attitude, so it made no sense for her to compare these.

Did she leave a mark on his blank paper?

Or was it just in this marriage that she was his wife, and his love and affection for her seemed to have coexisted since the first day of the marriage, and everything seemed so logical.

What about the marks?

Did she stay?

Deep in ink, this man seems to be warm all the time, but the warmth of the season is very clear that he treats the hearts and minds of those who have nothing to do with him. No one can easily influence any of his decisions and choices, be it the enemy in the mall or the woman who tries to get close to him, anyone here with an egg strike stone.

Seasonal Warm felt that she should have been cared for under his wings to the point where she was already confused. She was indeed under his wings, but how far is this position from his heart?

In fact, she has been calm and looking at things from the standpoint of her emotional life is good, otherwise it will only be scariest once it is more real.

After seeing her for a long time, it was just that her eyes suddenly looked at his chest as if they had accidentally looked at him, where his heart was, Ink Jing pinched her chin deeply, and she was very strong, reminding her to look back: “Seasonal warmth, talk. ”

Seasonal warmth returned to her mind, lifting her eyes and looking at the patience of the man as she gazed into her eyes.

“How can you not be angry, hmm?” He whispered softly.

Seasonal warmth also wondered what she was really angry about.

She should have asked him now why he had been engaged to that woman in the United States, why he had left the United States and why he had married her shortly after returning to Haicheng.

But when I got to the mouth, it became: “If I hadn't asked you to go back to the Imperial Garden a few months ago, hadn't told you to live well with me, even continued to make a living every day for divorce, and even really listened to Seasonal Dream's suggestion to make a slit wrist suicide at home... if you did get to that step, you would have promised to divorce me, right? ”

Mojing heard her so-called hypothesis that her eyes were instantly dark as ink and her eyes were much cooler.

“Once you get back to America after the divorce, you're bound to be surrounded by all these women, including your ex-fiancée in Los Angeles, and I mean, who would you choose to spend the rest of your life with without me? ”

Knowing that once these words were said, there must have been a big problem in Mojing, but she still asked the devil badly.

America, these two words have always involved her most sensitive nerves before and after the two generations, and she didn't want to touch them, but she still couldn't hold them.

The man looked at her darkly, like a deep sea of ink, looking at the infinity, and through the breeze of the sea.

He suddenly loosened her arm and let her go from his arms.

Seasonal warmth has not yet been reflected, Mo Jingdeep has put her in bed, face up without expression, apathy: “I'll get the ice bag, make more cold clothes on my face tonight, tomorrow morning ask Feng Ling to accompany you to T University. ”

After that, the man turned away directly from the bedroom.

The season warmed up a bit.

What's that supposed to mean?

She sat on the bed for a while before reflecting that he seemed angry.

She was angry, wasn't she? How did it all of a sudden become him?

Seasonal warmth suddenly panicked.

She has been around Mojing for such a long time. Although he is still cold and indifferent outside of work, in general, she is extraordinarily tolerant and gentle and can be described as an absolute good relationship. Once in a while, it is also a dragonfly point warning to her, always let her go, unlike other people, Mojing Deep won't really say a word to her.

Deep Mo has never really been mad at her, today is the first time.

She couldn't even be sure if the so-called assumptions she had just made had given him some news, aroused some suspicion, or if she had said something about divorce and who he would choose in the United States, a strange assumption that touched his bottom line?

He doesn't... suddenly he's really angry...

Seasonal warmth sat on the bed blindly, from the one who had just been patiently hugged and coaxed, to the one who had no place to go without knowing whether to go out and coax him...