Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Speaking of which, if she moves on his leg now, it's pure silliness.

When I saw her, Mo Jingdeep rubbed her hair like she was in a good mood: “Qi has been exhaled. If you don't quarrel again in the future, you said so. Now, does your hedgehog feel comfortable being pulled out? ”

The season was warm and silent, and the senses were all beneath me.

Even though she didn't move, she was still panicking.

“Little unconscious, you know I'm angry with you and you're not conscientious, and now you're yelling so much at me with alcohol. You think this is more than a voice? Does that make sense?" The man's long fingers traveled between her hair and finally fell, resting on her shoulder, holding her back neck in his hand, forcing her to look up at his face.

Though his voice was depressed a few points, seemed to have a slight hint of what he meant to her, his faint eyes made her realize clearly that if she wasn't drinking now, she wasn't sober enough, and he would probably just put her on the bed and make sense.

But what is the reason for the warmth of the season now can't tell, her head fainted for a moment, apart from the clear face of the man in front of her, can't tell the true north-east from north-west.

But he's not going to compare it to her because she's so drunk now.

A drunken scene avoids the wave of rhetorical incitement to face...

Looks like drinking isn't a bad thing.

……

By the time the season warms up again, the sky outside the window will be bright.

Hangover is a terrible thing to do, but there are so many people who like to buy it all night. She wakes up with a headache every time she drinks.

When she sat up and lifted the quilt, she found herself sleeping on the bed in the bedroom of the apartment. The two pillows on the bed showed signs of sleep only on her side, and the quilt was lifted only on her side.

Last night...

The impression of the warmth of the season was a little blurred. She only remembered some shallow impressions. She rubbed her head with her hands up, grabbed her hair again, tried to think back, and couldn't figure out whether it was hallucinations or real.

Get out of bed, open the closet, take out your clothes, and walk out of the bedroom, looking at the living room, which is as empty as ever.

Look out the window. The sky should be at least seven o'clock.

If it's just a hallucination, how the hell did she get back to her apartment last night?

Feng Ling knew that she had been reluctant to come back recently, so it was impossible to send her here on her own initiative.

But if not hallucinations, she is still the only one in this whole apartment, and the silence makes her wonder which isolated world she accidentally broke into, without a sound.

Seasonal warmth was a little hungry, went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator and saw that the food was still from my aunt the previous two days.

She looked at the fruit and food inside with little interest, took out a bottle of yogurt, closed the refrigerator door while opening the lid and walked out without expression.

When I walked back to the sofa in the living room, I suddenly took a walk and saw a glass on the coffee table.

Walk over to pick up the cup, there is also a small half cup of water in it, put it in the nose and smell it, it is the smell of sober tea.

She turned her eyes and looked at a shirt on the couch, a white shirt that the man had changed before walking away. It looked clean, but she picked it up and smelled it carefully. It also had the smell of alcohol that she had on it, and the smell of freshness and freshness that only deep in the ink landscape would bring to her.

It's a shirt with deep ink.

She was also given half a cup of decanting tea by Mo Jingdeep before she went to bed.

When I looked back, I saw an extra pair of indoor shoes coming out in front of the door. The grey ones were all packed up by my aunt before, but they were taken out and worn by Mojing, who knew the way through the door.

Another pair of pink indoor slippers is underneath her feet.

Some drunken memories re-emerge little by little.

Seasonal warmth suddenly turned and walked around the entire apartment, although the apartment was as quiet and empty as ever, and it was too big to live alone, but she saw an extra set of men's razors and mint-smelling shaved water coming out of the bathroom.

After a lap, Season Warm sat directly on the sofa, his body leaned back and his head pillow went off on the back of the sofa.

So last night was real.

What did she say to Mo Jing Deep last night?

Even she seemed to be pulling his collar and yelling at him.

Does he really ignore the fact that he left his mark in this apartment?

But this early morning man isn't here, it can't be that she yelled at him last night.

Seasonal warmth pressed his forehead, his eyes stared at the little half cup of decanting tea on the coffee table, and suddenly he picked up his phone and looked.

No phone calls, no text messages.

……

When Seasonal Warm came out of the apartment, it was already more than 8: 00. Professor Lin started classes every day at 8: 00. It was already too late to buy breakfast, so he went straight to T University.

When he arrived at the classroom, Professor Lin was in class. He just glanced at her and asked her nothing. He asked her to sit down quickly.

Professor Lin manages these dudes very strictly on weekdays. No one can be late. Don't stay with him more than three times late. But today he hasn't said anything in the wilderness. Let Season Warm sit directly.

“You were so drunk last night, I thought you'd sleep all day.” White whispered aloud as Seasonal Warm just sat down.

Not to mention the warmth of the season, last night she came out with Bai Wei for a drink.

After that, she was drunk and almost lost her mind. It seemed like Feng Ling was helping her.

What happened after that?

It can't be that she was caught by Mo Jingdeep while she was still in that bar?

“I drank decanting tea last night, the wine dissolved a little, my biological clock was punctual and I woke up at about midnight.” The warmth of the season didn't explain much, so I put it bluntly.

“Didn't Feng Ling go with you last night? You didn't go back to your bedroom yesterday. You're here now. Why is Feng Ling gone? ”

Seasonal warmth looked at the position where Feng Ling should normally sit, and the position was empty.

Is it because Feng Ling thought that she would be with Mo Jing deeply for two days, so she didn't keep following her?

“I don't know. I'll call her later.” Seasonal warmth took her eyes back from that position, but there was some doubt in her mind.

But she was under the impression that Feng Ling's work had always been complete and reliable. Even though she thought she would be at Mo Jingshen, so she didn't come to class for the time being, at least she would call or send a message to Ji Wen.

But since I woke up in the morning, I have not received any news from Feng Ling.