Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

As she spoke, she reached back and muttered in her mouth: “I can't stand still right now, Feng Ling, come and help me. It's not like that to lean on someone else...”

Seasonal warmth is now really intoxicating and unstoppable.

What do you mean, someone else?

She's leaning on her husband Mo Jingsheng...

But she's really drunk now, she's already had a bad amount of alcohol, and she's had so much to drink tonight, I don't think she's had that much to drink in her life.

“Fong Ling?” Feng Ling did not speak. Seasonal Warm had to support herself and turn around to pull her.

As soon as she turned around and couldn't stand steady, her legs fell directly to the side, hitting the man next to her, almost at the same moment, her waist was held by the man's arm.

The warm nostrils of the season were filled in momentarily to make her familiar with the clean smell.

She barely grabbed his clothes and looked down at his white exquisite shirt and penciled trousers. She mumbled in her mouth: “I'm sorry... I drank too much... I didn't stand still...”

She was about to leave his arms.

The man did not let go, looked at her with cold eyes, looked at her little red face when she was drunk, and held her firmly in his arms.

“Sir... I'm sorry...” Ji Wen thought he was hurting him, so he didn't let her go and apologized for the rush.

After that, she turned to Feng Ling and said: “Feng Ling, did you not drink tonight? Let's go straight back to the bedroom. Why didn't Baiwei come with us? Did she fall asleep on the couch? ”

Feng Ling thought, you should worry about yourself first!

“She's not drunk, she'll be back in a minute.” Feng Ling replied without hesitating to ask the warmth of the season.

Seasonal warmth nodded, did not notice when the elevator door closed, only when the elevator door opened again, saw Feng Ling suddenly turned around and walked out, didn't mean to go back with her.

“Hey, what are you doing...”

Before Season Warm went out with him, he was again fished back by the man behind him because he couldn't stand steadily. At the moment he hit him in the arms, Season Warm turned back and smiled at him again subconsciously: “Thank you ha...”

She was about to push him away. She had to catch up with Feng Ling quickly. Feng Ling had been inseparable from her lately. All of a sudden, one person left in a hurry on this night. There must be something wrong. She felt she had to follow suit.

But after struggling for half a day, he couldn't get out of his arms. Seasonal Warm was just about to talk, but suddenly she heard a man's unwarm voice in her ear: “Stand still! ”

The season warmed up and looked at him.

The result was not clear, and the man took her directly out of the elevator.

Seasonal warmth was a little stunned. He tried to struggle but didn't earn any more. He thought only once. This man was too similar to Mo Jingsheng.

Clear up the night breeze outside is a little cold, Seasonal Warm was brought into the car by a man, her head leaned against the car window, the door had been locked, she pulled the car window in vain, and her mouth was just as vain whispering: “I tell you, kidnapping is illegal... get me out of the car... or my house will not let you go...”

Men don't talk, they're already driving.

Seasonal warmth and a half eyes closed, headache, want to sleep, afraid of being kidnapped by someone else, trying to hold a little consciousness to pay attention to the environment outside the car, but I can't see anything blurred in front of me.

She didn't look out in surprise until the car stopped in her T-shaped neighborhood.

Now even the traffickers know so much about her? Even the apartment where she doesn't come back often?

“I'm going back to the bedroom, I'm not going back here.” The season was warm and frowned and my hands patted hard on the window: “I'm not coming back here... I'm not...”

But the door was open, the man in the car untied her seat belt, looked down at her, his voice was low and indifferent: “Where else do you want to go if you don't come back here? ”

“I'm not coming back here anyway!” As soon as Seasonal Warm thought of the suitcase she came back to see the other day, the whole person was angry from the inside out.

“You want me to take you straight back to your bedroom? ”

“I'll go back to my bedroom myself! ”

“It's not up to you, get out. ”

Season Warm just couldn't say, the man had gotten out of the car and came around the body, opened the door and held her directly out. Season Warm raised his hand to push him away, but the man seemed to know exactly what she was going to do next. Whether she suddenly lifted her arms or legs, she could avoid accurately and then hold her down at the same time. Finally, he locked her in his arms.

Seasonal warmth looked up at him, the wind blowing outside the car, a little cold, she had a second of clarity in her head.

Suddenly he saw the man's face, and then he leaned in his arms and came to his nose with a clear and cold breath, and she stopped moving.

Is it a dream or a hallucination?

Isn't he not answering her phone?

But now that the season is warm, I can't help but look at the man in front of me and lift his hand and push him: “Go away...”

The man bowed his head and held her back to her head with one hand before she could stand still and lean backwards, his other hand through her hair, seemingly soft and faint and softly like an unhappy warning: "Be honest with me. ”

Seasonal Warm just pretended he didn't hear, and pushed him again.

Turns out it was only a half-hugged position, suddenly she changed to a horizontal hug. She was held up by him. At the moment when her instincts were hanging under her feet, she lowered her voice. Her hands climbed his neck dead. Then she heard the man's smile as if it was from his chest. However, this laugh could not hear the joy, but it was like she knew her cards forever. She did not need any effort at all, so she easily subdued her drunk and even had to climb onto him.

“I'd rather squat like a cat in front of a window than make a phone call and think about me, Mrs. Moore, you're stubborn.” The man looked at her deeply and calmly, and he wanted to laugh coldly: “He stood in the school conference room this afternoon and peeked at me. I went to visit my subsidiary. At this time, you could fill yourself in. It's true that I can't beat you. I can't curse you. I can't even be angry until the end. I can't bear to keep you hanging and eat me, right? ”

Seasonwarm wrapped his hands around his neck. He was unconsciously afraid of falling. When she heard this, she immediately laid eyes on him. She couldn't care less if he was hallucinating or real. She was directly angry: “Who said I was grieving? I ate well and slept well in T-Dark, not at all grieved. ”

The night was cold and windy, Mo Jingdeep did not tell a drunken, stubborn little woman in her arms to take people directly into the apartment.

Seasonal warmth was thrown directly on the sofa, she had a roll on the sofa, struggled for a moment but failed to stand up, turning her eyes to the man standing next to her, some hair unknown.