Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

That's probably why the so-called evil man has his own evil man grinding.

Ling Fei suddenly got out of bed to lift the suitcase on the ground, his eyes stared fiercely at Feng Ling's face again, the latter just glanced at her coldly, Ling Fei now shrunk her shoulders, bite her lips dead, unwilling to take the suitcase back to her own bed.

The warmth of the season was so faint that I couldn't care less about them. I sat in bed with a book and read it, but like day, I couldn't concentrate.

The storm is still raining outside the window. In order not to affect the normal learning life of Seasonal Warm in T-District, Feng Ling did not come to say hello to Seasonal Warm or too familiar with her. Now Ling Feifei and Bai Wei's attention is also on her. Seasonal Warm can sit quietly in bed for a while.

“The Taekwondo Black Belt is already amazing, and there's fighting martial arts and shooting?” White looked slightly surprised at Feng Ling in black and tried to talk to her.

Feng Lingfaintly glanced at her and remembered that Ji Weng had mentioned the situation and personality of the two roommates in this bedroom. She slightly faded her head towards the white. She had no cold eyes but had not had a lot of hot contact. It was a simple greeting.

Lin Fifi sat beside the bed and whispered: “We are the girls' bedroom. Professor Lin actually let a man and wife in. I suspect her sexual orientation. I don't think I can go back to the bedroom after bathing or changing clothes...”

Feng Ling, as if he didn't hear, kicked one more trash can out of the bed with one foot to the side: “Whose? Take it.”

Ling Feifei turned her eyes, her face was even more iron blue. She was just about to curse. She lifted her eyes and frowned Ling's gaze. She bit her lips hard right now. She was angry and dragged the garbage can that almost got kicked over to the bottom of her bed, and she was unwilling to whisper and curse: “Psychotic! ”

……

The next day, due to heavy rainfall yesterday, the weather today is a bit cold and the season warms up after class to go back to the apartment outside the school to pick up the coat.

Seasonal warmth until the door was open with a little ink depth may not have walked yesterday, he may later be replaced by afternoon plane also stopping hope in T city, after all, ink depth has never been angry with her, maybe just temporarily don't want to compare with her, so ignore her, as long as she sincerely explains to him when we meet again...

The door was pushed open and two packed suitcases were neatly placed in the living room.

Apart from that, there is no one else.

Season warm stood at the door and his heart sank instantly.

He had previously said that if she wanted to live in the bedroom, she would be ordered to pack her bags and send her to the apartment, whether she wanted to rent it or sell it.

He did say that she should have had her luggage packed yesterday, but the relationship that prevented the storm did not send it to her.

Without dying to turn the rooms again, she discovered that the traces of Mojing's deep into her birthday had also been erased, the traces of fireworks on the balcony, the intense smell of cream in the room, the cakes in the kitchen that had not yet been eaten, including the chocolate dolls she carefully placed on the plate, had all been taken away, the same.

Seasonal warmth sat silently on the sofa, watching this semi-familiar room for her, Mo Jingdeep here with her watching TV scene, here pressed her by the window for 21 seconds, suddenly it seemed like it was just a dream, there was only a faint smell of air freshener in the cozy and comfortable apartment, everything made her alienated and strange.

Feng Ling was still waiting downstairs. Seasonal Warm was in the mood to take the suitcase out by herself. The suitcase was heavy and it took some effort. When she arrived downstairs, Feng Ling saw the luggage in her hand and hurried over.

“Mrs. Moore? ”

“My luggage, I don't know if I can fit the cabinet in the bedroom.” The season was warm and flat, he said.

Feng Ling frowned: “Although Mr. Mo is angry with you, you don't really have to be so hard on yourself. In your name, you don't have to leave your luggage here, you don't have to take it all to the bedroom. ”

Still a little stubborn in the warm bones of the season.

She had only come to the complete realization that Mo Jingshen was really with her.

What kind of words bothered him?

Ask him who he'll choose to spend the rest of his life with.

Seasonal Warm moved the suitcase to the car with some effort. Feng Ling saw Seasonal Warm, which also aroused some perseverance. She looked helplessly and turned around to help her lift it.

“No, I'll do it myself.” Seasonal warmth dodged her hands and carried her things into the car herself.

After that, the season warm leaned against the car for a moment, all kinds of flickering emotions remained in her mind. Finally, she suddenly took out her phone and looked at Ink's personal phone number in the most recent call record. She looked at it for a long time and suddenly called it over.

However, after the phone got through, there was only a beep in the phone. Seasonal warmth was like a shock. Then he looked at the suitcase in the car and suddenly hung up the phone.

Feng Ling looked beside him: "...”

How do you feel when the season warms into calm and rational, but you really have a problem, like a little woman who has just learned to fall in love, the first time you get angry, the first time you fight suddenly messes up the law, you don't know how to make up.

Even she could tell that Seasonal Warm would be relieved if he really called and said a few words.

But obviously, it's just the spectator, and Season Warm is in the middle of an emotional loss, and he's lost his way.

Though the phone rang just now, Seasonal Warm is sure to have just gotten through.

After about a dozen more minutes, her phone remained quiet, without a call back, and without any news.

Feng Ling was already in the car, and when he saw the season warm, he leaned against the back of the car. “Mrs. Mo, are you still leaving? ”

“Let's go…” Season warms his eyes, puts his phone in his pocket and goes back to the car.

Feng Ling's hand rested on the steering wheel, and the warm face of the season clearly said he was in a terrible mood.

“Are you sure you want to take your luggage back to the bedroom? This apartment..."

“Take it first, even if it's in my name, but I didn't buy it. It's so empty, I'll talk to you later. ”

“Actually, Mrs. Mo, you could have talked to Mo...”

“Feng Ling, I have a headache, get some sleep, and call me when you're T.” Knowing that T is a long way from here and only a few minutes drive away, Seasonal Warm closed his eyes and leaned his head against the window and stopped talking.

“Another headache? Did he get a concussion that day? Go to the hospital?”

“No, it's always been a headache lately, probably because of the soil and water in T City, and because of the busy school.” Seasonal warmth closes his eyes and says faintly: "Drive. ”