Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Since Ink's view is deep outside the door, isn't it the same for everyone?

It's impossible to keep him out of the door.

The doorbell rang again, and the doorbell was a very pleasant kind of ringtone, not very loud and not stinging.

But the sound in the warm ears of the season, like the sudden tsunami that swept over the calm sea, prevented her from quietly ignoring it.

Nanheng obviously meant to flirt with her, didn't go to open the door, just stood there and looked at the season warm with a smile.

Season warm's hand also held the potion and placed it on Feng Ling's calf wound, and she did not get up immediately.

Feng Ling glanced at them and suddenly put down his legs and said, "Why don't you let me drive? ”

Nan Hengton glanced at Feng Ling coldly: “Don't worry about it. ”

Feng Ling's color stagnated. After a long time, she didn't hear Nan Heng speaking in a cold tone like her boss. She suddenly chose to sit on the couch and did not act, but at the same time turned her eyes to Ji Wen: “Mr. Mo must have come to find you. Go open the door. My leg is not seriously damaged, I can do it myself. ”

The doorbell stopped ringing, but it felt like Mojing Deep should not have left so quickly. Seasonal warmth put down the disinfectant in your hand, wiped your hands, and got up and walked to the door.

The moment the door was opened, Seasonal warm hands held tight on the handle of the door, the man standing outside the door was long, still the low-key, clean white shirt, which would have made him sober and more permanent with his inner and restrained temperament.

Seasonal warmth lifted her eyes and looked at the man outside the door, Mo Jing Deep also glanced at her face at the moment the door opened.

Haven't seen her for a whole month, before she was in a less sober state, counting, this is the real “reunion”.

After opening the door, he only glanced at him. Before he could see the emotions in the man's eyes, he let go of the door handle and turned around and threw down the sentence: “I'll take care of the wound on the sealed leg first. ”

I don't know whether to tell Mo Jing deeply, or to Nanheng or Feng Ling. In short, the man who didn't watch the door anymore during the season went to Feng Ling's side.

Suddenly became the biggest pretext for season warming, at this time the inner thought was: "…”

Like a little woman who's just fallen in love.

Thinking about how the warmth of the season is usually calm and calm and has a scale for everything, and comparing it with the current state, I find it somewhat adorable.

Nan Heng looked at the depth of the ink thrown out the door with a sympathetic look.

Mo Jingsheng entered the door, ignoring Nan Heng's ridiculous look, only to see the bloody towel on the sofa and the wound on Feng Ling's leg, you can guess what kind of surprise they had just experienced.

“What's going on? Someone intercepted you so soon?” Mo Jingdeep looks directly at Feng Ling: “How could Seasonal Warm be with you? ”

How could Season Warm be with her? Of course he meant only today.

Why did Feng Ling go there before the season warm? Feng Ling didn't even have time to ask. She looked down at the season warmth that was squatting on the sofa to sterilize her wound.

“You haven't heard from me since yesterday, and it hasn't happened before, so I suspected something might have happened to you, so I was going to go to the neighborhood where you lived for two days before, and I bumped into that scene.” Seasonal warmth carefully handled the wounds on her leg and didn't lift her head when she spoke.

I didn't expect Seasonal Warm to worry about her, even though I was Seasonal Warm's bodyguard.

Feng Ling was a little ashamed for a while: “Sorry, Mrs. Mo, I will avoid this kind of thing in the future. If I hurt you by mistake, it is my fault. I am really very sorry about today...”

“Being blocked by an enemy stalker is not something you can control. What apologies?” Seasonal warmth still lowers its head as if this opportunity to talk to Fong Ling succeeds in ignoring the eyes of the man who is looking at her not far behind.

Feng Ling suddenly looked up: “Speaking of which, if Mrs Mo hadn't helped me today, I wouldn't have been able to escape so smoothly. ”

Nan Heng picked his eyebrows and slanted them: “Really? Aren't you about to lose your job? Want to come back to America with me? Back to base? ”

Feng Ling: “Not back. ”

Nanheng: “…”

Seasonwarm looked up at Feng Ling and saw that she refused. She laughed suddenly: “Yes, I won't go back. Feng Ling is all right with me. What American base is she going back to? What good is it to suffer and suffer with a bunch of men? And even if I don't need a bodyguard at all, I need a good sister, don't you think? Feng Ling?”

On several occasions these days, he was touched by the warmth of the season. Feng Ling looked at the warmth of the season and slightly raised his lower lip angle.

Nan Heng suddenly closed his eyes and felt that this Ling and the season had been warm for a long time. It was actually much more rare to have such a slight feminine taste and softness that had never existed before...

“Does it hurt?” Seasonal Warm saw a redness on Feng Ling's ankle. I didn't know where it hit him, so I touched it with my hand.

“It doesn't hurt.” Feng Ling replied with a smile.

Seeing the two of them perform their sisters there, the two men who were completely hung up looked at each other silently.

……

Until Feng Ling almost handled the wound, Ji Wen stood up and packed the medicine box and said, "Nan Heng, do you have any water here? ”

Before I pulled Feng Ling, I still don't know whether it was due to my heart or really thirsty, but it was really a bit dry.

“Drinkable water? ”

“Mmm.”

“In the refrigerator, there's mineral water that the hotel prepares every day. Find it yourself. ”

Although this is a hotel room, it is a family style suite, with everything in the kitchen study, and drinks delivered on time by staff in the refrigerator.

Seasonal warmth put down what was in his hand and turned around into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and took a bottle of water out of it, about to unwrap it, but found the bottle cap too tight, this is an unopened bottle of mineral water, presumably the bottle cap was not treated well here at the time of leaving the factory, much tighter than other mineral water.

She pressed a little hard and still couldn't untie it, just putting it back in the fridge and replacing it with another.

When she opened the refrigerator door again, the water bottle in her hand was suddenly removed, and she saw only one arm stretched out behind her, and the water had been replaced by that person's hand.

You don't need to look back, you just see the arm of the white shirt, you know the man standing behind her is Ink View.

Seasonal warmth silenced in front of the refrigerator door for a moment, turning to the man who helped her open the bottle cap with ease.

The mineral water that had been opened was delivered to her, and Ink's voice was as deep as ever: "Drink. ”

Seasonal warm hands stagnated for a moment before lifting them up. When I picked up the water, my brain probably hadn't turned yet. The ghost made God say: “Thank you. ”

Originally, the man had a quiet face and seemed to have never had any quarrel with her. It also seemed that the disappearance of the previous month had never happened, but he looked deeply into her eyebrows because of the word "season warm", which was unintentionally or unintentionally alienated.