Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth pushes the door in and looks at the lights of the hall in the apartment living room.

Feng Ling hesitated outside the door. Since Mr. Mo arrived, she didn't have to stay with Ji Wen all night. After a moment of hesitation outside the door, she decided not to go in first.

The apartment is really big, not close to the bedroom, but the bedroom door is closed and there is no light inside, only the kitchen lights are on outside the living room.

Why the kitchen?

Is Mo Jingshen really coming?

Seasonal warmth has a sense of proximity.

She was already ready to say that she had always believed in him. It was not her questioning the feelings and marriages between them when she said those words, it was just that she was stuck there for a moment, saying what she wanted to say directly, but ignoring the trust that had always existed between them.

These days, she stares at the phone every day, her hands always pause on the call key, she just can't hold it down.

Has he finally disappeared? Finally?

Seasonal Warm stood outside the kitchen for a while, wanting to go in too suddenly, and walked into the kitchen after writing a belly paper. As soon as she walked into the kitchen, she saw an aunt in her 50s or so, holding a shopping bag with a supermarket logo in her hand and opening the door of the refrigerator in her other hand.

Seasonal warm footsteps stood in place, the silk wings raised in his eyes quickly dissipated, his hands hidden in his cuffs tightly held, and then loosened up again, as if there was something he couldn't hold.

Auntie in front of the refrigerator heard footsteps and turned around to see the season warmth. First, she was surprised, then asked warmly and gently: "Hello, are you Miss Ji? ”

Seasonal warmth converged, "Yes, who are you? ”

Auntie suddenly laughed again: “Miss Ji, I am a private babysitter invited by Mr. Mo more than a month ago to come here every two days to clean up the room and replace all the ingredients in the kitchen with the freshest every day. I see that nothing in the refrigerator has been moved for a long time. You have not used all the ingredients you bought in the last month, but after all, Mr. Mo paid for them early, so I still come every two days on time. ”

Feng Ling heard the conversation outside. It seemed strange that there was no Mr. Mo's voice. Aren't the people inside Mr. Mo?

She walked in quickly and saw the season warm standing in front of the kitchen door, which seemed unusual, but her back was obviously tight.

Feng Ling hesitated to go forward and looked up at the aunt inside. Combined with the conversation he had just heard, he instantly understood.

“No wonder this place is always clean, it turns out people come and clean it up all the time.” Feng Ling lowered his voice and then looked at the warm face of the season and hung a faint, customer-like smile, but that smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

Obviously, it's lost.

“By the way, Miss Ji, I bought these every two days. Are you not used to eating them, or have you not come back lately? I think a lot of your bathroom supplies have been unused for a long time.” Auntie closed the refrigerator door and asked back: "If you're not used to eating, you can make a list for me. In the future, I'll only buy what you like to eat...”

“No, I haven't been back for a long time.” The warmth of the season was gentle and his eyes dropped looking at the clean, spotless floor.

“Oh, no wonder.” Auntie nodded: “It's a waste of time to keep things like this all the time. If Miss Ji doesn't come to the apartment recently, don't use me to send all kinds of food I bought to T University later? Do you live in the bedroom now? ”

“Living in the bedroom isn't easy to cook, and eating is casual and hassle-free.” Seasonal warmth and fade: “Auntie, you can come here to clean on time in the future, and you don't have to buy anything anymore. ”

“But Mr. Mo gave a lot of money...”

“It's okay, just clean it. ”

“Miss Ji, the money...”

Seeing the warmth of the season is not very emotional right now, Feng Ling made a direct noise: “Miss Ji says what you do, she says you don't have to buy it. ”

Auntie stunned for a moment and received so much money, but only came to clean up. It was really disturbing, but when she saw them insisting, she had to nod her head: “Well, I'll write my phone to Miss Ji. If you need anything else in the past three months, call me anytime. ”

After the season warmed up, he stopped talking and turned around.

Feng Ling picked up the note from her aunt and asked her to continue packing after looking at the phone number. Then she turned her attention to the season warmth standing in front of the living room landing window. She was silent for a moment and wanted to go and talk to her. However, Auntie in the kitchen rarely saw anyone here. She kept looking for a topic to chat with. Feng Ling stood there and answered randomly.

Until half an hour later, Auntie left, and Seasonal Warm was still standing in front of the window.

“Mrs. Moore, are you back for computer accessories?” Feng Ling broke the silence: “Remember where you put it? I'll get it for you, before I forget it when I leave later. ”

“In the study. ”

“Okay, I'll get it. ”

Feng Ling glanced at her again before turning to the study.

After finding what Seasonal Warm was going to come back for in the study, he went out and saw that Seasonal Warm, who had just stood in front of the window, had squatted down sometime.

Seasonal warmth squatted in front of the window without making a sound.

“Mo...”

Feng Ling was about to ask, but hesitated for two seconds because of the scene in front of him, suddenly took out his phone, and took a quiet picture of the season warmth at this angle, and took a picture of the season warmth squatting in front of the window.

You can't see the look on the warm face of the season from this angle, you can only see a strand of hair dropping on either side of your cheek, the back shadow is thin and silent.

Like a child abandoned by an adult on the side of the street, overwhelmed.

After the shooting, Feng Ling stared at the photo for a while, found Mo Jingshen's private number in his phone, and sent the photo directly to him.

Just two hours after the hair was done, I saw the read-out on the back of the photo, which put the phone back in, walked to the window, and knelt with Seasonal Warm.

“Mrs. Moore, what do you want most now? ”

Hearing Feng Ling's words, Seasonal Warm turned to the short-haired woman beside him and pulled her lip angle: “I don't know, there's some emptiness in my head, maybe I can listen to some stories or do something to distract me and make me feel better. Or, drinking is also a good option. Ancient people said that once I was drunk, I could try it. ”

For the first time in this month, Seasonal Warm has taken the initiative to acknowledge the pain in his heart.

Feng Ling picked the eyebrows: “Drinking is still fine, Mr. Mo clearly said that you are prohibited from drinking, even if he is not here now, I must look at you. ”