Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Even though Ji Wen was deeply in his arms by Mo Jing, he moved silently to him again.

Although the meaning of this conversation cannot be captured with precision, these invisible smells of smoke can still be smelled.

Nan Heng had long known that the background was not simple, and that it was unlikely that anyone in the arms business would be simpler, but it just didn't occur to her that the seriousness seemed deeper than she had imagined.

This involves more than just arms, State-State, Black-and-mouth, a simple number of dimensions, many of which have not been touched by seasonal warming.

At this moment, she is just wondering, since Nan Heng is so complicated, what is his relationship with Mo Jingshen and Qin Shiting?

I rarely recall Qin Shiting saying that he saved Feng Ling's life in America.

What about Mo Jingdeep? What was his role among them?

In contrast to the cold eyes of Nan Heng and the silent doubts of the season, Mo Jing Deep is particularly unspeakable: “Death is their choice, and there is no great price in dragging you together to die before death. ”

I can tell, Mo Jingdeep is a reminder.

Nan Heng was naturally clear early on.

Nan Heng sheared her thin lips and brought out a cold arc: “I brought Feng Ling to the country, there is no way to simply let her be your woman's bodyguard, let her stay in the country has naturally hidden the ambush, come if you want, I promise them to come one by one to die. ”

Mo Jing suddenly patted the warm waist of the season, faintly: “Let your woman be the bait, this cold-blooded ruthless thing is true only you, Nam Heng, can do. ”

Nanheng: “…”

“At the base, Mr. Moore, I knew all the tasks and processes, and everything was my choice.” Feng Ling inserted a sentence, which was probably the first time Feng Ling spoke for Nam Heng in front of them, but apparently the tone was not very warm.

“Let a woman defend you. Is this what a man should do?” Mo Jing deeply ignored her, as if he was deliberately excited about Nam Heng, and threw another harsh knife at him.

Nan Heng: “... your singing and summing makes me almost suspect that Feng Ling was brainwashed by your woman, when did she learn to cooperate so well with you? ”

Seasonal warmth suddenly opened a hidden cavity: “Nan Heng, Feng Ling obviously just turned to you to help you say a word. Don't your conscience hurt? ”

Though I don't know much about the situation, I saw Mo Jingshen, the person who knew the situation, so Nanheng Heng, and it seemed to be quite refreshing, and the season warmth couldn't help but follow.

Nan Heng stopped talking, but suddenly he squinted his eyes, meaning that he looked in the direction of Fengling.

Feng Ling did not continue to say anything, and stood there in his bloody sports coat.

……

It was too late to get out of Nan Heng's hotel. Even if T. wasn't sleeping at this time, Seasonal Warm knew she wouldn't be able to go back to her bedroom tonight.

She was taken back to the apartment outside T. when she was in the car, and she said, "What did you say before? Did you go back to America last month? ”

“How can I give you a perfect explanation for what I promised you I would do without going there myself?” Men's voices are calm and low.

Guessing is one thing, hearing it from his mouth is another.

Seasonwarm's heart was suddenly beaten hot: “I didn't really care, but what happened was too exciting for me. In that situation, if I could remain sane and not question and exhale at all, I wouldn't be a normal reflection of people, or I didn't care at all, but I didn't mean to force you to do anything, and I didn't want to make it difficult for you...”

“It's not hard, you don't have to worry about it anymore, I said I'll handle it, I'll fix it, and there won't be any aftermath. ”

Seasonal warmth took a look at him.

It means the person who's going to steal this meat from her is not the biggest problem anymore, is it?

Though Mo Jing did it himself, he may be able to cut off the hemp quickly.

But isn't it too challenging for her to get knocked out without even seeing the face of the enemy?

……

Get out of the car, go back to the apartment, and Mo Jingdeep grabbed her right after getting out of the car.

The man's palm held her hand perfectly. She looked at him and found that Mo Jingdeep seemed to be in its original state all the time. There would never be a sudden change, whether in character matters or in appearance, he was stable.

“I was so relieved that I went to drink that night because I knew that Feng Ling was with me.” The season warmed him up and said, "You're not really taking me away from where I was drinking that day, are you? ”

“Don't you want me to see you getting drunk when Feng Ling pulls you out, or don't you want me to know that you're so drunk you can't even recognize my face?” Mo Jing heard deeply about her drinking, and at first almost ignored her. He only gave her a cold glance when he pulled her into the elevator.

Seasonal warmth: "…”

No need to ask. Obviously, he did find her in that bar.

So she didn't even recognize his face?

No, she just thought she was mistaken. She thought it was a hallucination. How could she not recognize Ink's face?

Into the elevator, Mo Jingdeep went to brush the elevator card and didn't look at her anymore.

Knowing that he had promised him that he would no longer drink, Season Warm deliberately borrowed alcohol to quench his grief. Mo Jingshen did not want to compare these with her just when she was comfortable, but was obviously still dissatisfied with her drinking.

Seasonwarm simply stood beside him and looked at the shadow of the two men in the elevator door mirror, leaning directly on his arm when he collided with the sight he had thrown at her: “Even if he drank wine in the future, he would only drink happy wine, celebrate wine, no longer borrow wine to grieve and be angry with you. ”

The man opened his eyes and glanced at her in the mirror: "This is not going to drip, happy wine? You can still plan a few cuts for drinking. ”

Seasonal warmth spat and the elevator stopped on the apartment floor, following him out of the elevator.

Before returning, he sat down with everyone to eat something. Seasonal warmth is not hungry now. After entering the door, he turned on the light and just changed his shoes. Then he turned around and saw Ink take the gray indoor slippers and put them on.

The man who disappeared for a whole month came back like this, and her empty heart was filled instantly, and for a moment and a half, it was not clear what kind of mood it was, but it was just a breath of relief.

Seasonal Warm's recent working hours in school were too healthy and she was accustomed to sexual predicament. After all, it was almost 11: 00. She took off her coat and went straight into the bathroom, intending to take a bath and go to bed quickly.

Because I was so sleepy, I didn't even go in the bathtub and took a bath directly under the shower head.

As a result, the bathroom door suddenly opened, her tired expression lifted up, not reflecting for a moment, only the man wearing the shirt suit pants stepped on the water stain on the ground, so he walked in the mist, the man's arms wrapped around her waist limbs, closed the bath water with one hand, and immediately stopped her from holding her up.

The season was warm and sleepy with some hair: “I haven't finished washing yet. What are you doing? ”

“We'll wash together later. ”

“ …… ”

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