Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“If you're in a bad mood, go out and have a good time. If you don't drink, have a good time.” Seeing the two of them stranded, they simply hit the roundabout: “Woman, everything has to be right for itself, don't be too upset, it's better to go out for a walk, it's much more comfortable than holding it in your heart. ”

The season was warm and her head was strapped to her shoes and she didn't talk anymore, but it was obvious that she was holding her breath.

Feng Ling probably also became more and more close to Quarterwarm. Many things will gradually feel the same way. Even if she remembers General Mo's instructions and explanations, she does feel that Searwarm's current mood needs to be lyricalized.

She's been holding it for a month, and today it's kind of like being touched by an emotional switch.

“Then go. I'll stay with you. Don't drink any more. You've already had three cans.” Feng Ling sighed slightly.

……

However, the result was that Feng Ling underestimated Waiter and waiters selling alcohol in various places like Qingba.

Even though the white and seasonal warmth was supposed to be firm with only one fruit tray, one bottle of very low grade fruit wine, the recommendations of these people could not be stood, and finally several bottles of wine, said to be fruity, were bought, a lipstick of blue, which looked fruity, but not particularly low.

The result of a couple of drinks together, you can imagine.

With the warmth of the season, you can't move on the couch with your eyes closed for less than an hour.

Feng Ling went to help her. She sat down and exclaimed: “No wonder Seasonal Warm said that someone at home refused to let her drink. The amount of alcohol was really bad...”

“Alcohol is one of her weaknesses, so don't laugh at her tomorrow when she wakes up, otherwise in her recent mood, her heart can easily break into scum.” Feng Ling saw the season warm this drunken and muddy look, half toned and half helpless lifted her up.

White smile, too: “Is she emotional? Oh, I've also met a lot of women who are usually very powerful in the workplace. When they encounter emotional problems, they are so susceptible, I can understand, definitely don't laugh at her. ”

Feng Ling stopped talking to her and turned around to help Season Warm.

Seasonal warmth is really drunk, and for the first time, it can only be held steady by Fengling like a beach of mud.

This clear bar is a negative bar in the basement. You need to take the elevator to get up. Just lifted the season warm up to the elevator door. The season warm covered his heart and his head rested on Fengling's shoulder. He said, "I've never seen a man with such a temper...”

Feng Ling: “…”

“If he doesn't want to leave me, don't come to T City! ”

Feng Ling: “…”

“In T City, I still ignored me. I've called him, but he won't answer! He won't answer! He must have been in one of those cars! ”

Feng Ling: “…”

“If you have the guts to fight directly! It's so cold to me, I really thought I'd always feel like I was losing my temper and he wouldn't let go, would he? Think he's like Buddha himself? Think I'm the monkey in his hand for the warmth of the season. He can't jump out all my life? I told you, I jumped out in my last life! ”

Feng Ling: “…”

Feng Ling is unable to cope with last season's unscrupulous drunkenness.

You can only look silently at the elevator door, which has been open for half a minute, and the scalp looks at the tall man inside.

Seasonal warmth found the elevator door open, but Feng Ling hadn't dragged her in yet. She squinted her eyes and tranced to see a man standing inside.

She squinted her eyes and looked closer. Feng Ling's consciousness helped her in. Seasonal warmth was still warm. Her whole body almost fell in the elevator. Feng Ling grabbed her: “Mrs. Mo...”

Seasonal warmth, while being held up, raised his eyes and looked at the man in the elevator.

This distance looks like a really handsome face in front of you.

Is she really drinking too much? The man who refused to answer her phone even before she died seems to be standing in front of her now.

Seasonal warmth looked at the man with the length of the jade tree in front of him, cold eyebrows, tall nose beams, handsome as a ghost axe artificial perfect outline, his lower body is still black suit pants, straight and long, his body is a pure white shirt, the buttons of the shirt are not fully buckled, hidden clavicle, sex. The feeling of abstinence is another fascination.

He stood there, indifferent, expensive, alienated.

As the season warm stared at her so intoxicatingly, the man simply lifted his eyelids cold, swept them gently on the coat he was wearing and stayed on her face.

Her eyes were too blunt, her eyes were too dark, and she looked at her without surprise.

Seasonal warm coat was put on by Feng Ling when she just pulled her off the couch. Now it looks a little messy. Her hair is also scattered. Her hair is wrapped around her neck, revealing that her skin is more white and fine, and the wine on her cheek is much more red.

“Mr. Moore.” Feng Ling was somewhat embarrassed to hold on to the season warm. Unexpecting to indulge in the season warm for the first time, he was caught directly by Mo Jingdeep.

It seems that every move of Seasonal Warm has always been in the deep eye of Ink. This month, wherever Seasonal Warm is, whatever it is doing, even if Feng Ling has not reported it, he will also know.

The man stood cold in the elevator and didn't speak.

“Mrs. Mo's mood has been depressed for a month, so I waited for you today, but your attitude has dug up all the pain in her heart. The drinking she had today I...”

Feng Ling was explaining, but then Ji Warm suddenly turned his eyes to Feng Ling and looked at her unhappily as he crooked his head and said: "Feng Ling... why don't you pretend to be a man again... how about marrying you after I jumped out of the five finger mountain deep in Ink? Anyway, you're so handsome and handsome... or we'll get it together..."

Feng Ling: “…………"

Seasonal warmth was immediately "thrown” into the arms of the man in the elevator!

Her feet were unstable, her nose hit the man's chest. She frowned and lifted her hand to pull the man's clothes. Both hands grabbed his corner, barely stood steady. Then she rubbed her nose with her hands up and turned to look at Feng Ling: “Feng Ling, why are you pushing me...”

Feng Ling looked at the really drunk and unconscious season warmth, and then tightened her back because of Ink's deep unpleasant and cold eyes. She lowered her voice and said: “Mrs. Ink, if you are drunk, close your eyes and go to sleep, and stop talking. ”

“Am I drunk?” Seasonwarm looked at her strangely, his head twisted, leaned directly into the arms of the man, and whispered again: “Maybe he's really drunk... no wonder he feels so deep in ink... I'm afraid I feel deep in ink when I see anyone... oh... drunk, really drunk...”