Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

A scream erupted in the surrounding crowd, boiling around students and school leaders alike.

I don't know who the organizer is, it was just a big screen in the surveillance venue to suddenly cut out the lens of two people, and let everyone instantly see the scene where the season warmth in the screen was suddenly taken into Ink's arms and kissed.

Everyone screamed, waves of people came closer, surrounded them completely in a circle, and raised their phones to film this dog abuse scene.

The season was warm because it was hot and I felt a little breathless. For a moment, it was even hotter on my face. My subconscious mind was busy pushing him away, but I couldn't push him away!

Ahhhhh!

Crazy!

Mo Jing is usually lower profile than she is!

He's a cold-blooded man.

Normally abuse Qin Shiting Xia Tian or something, forget it, now this is T-University's school day! Thousands of people were there!

What the hell is on the big screen! How can it be seen on the big screen?

Seasonal warmth really couldn't push him away. There were so many people around him. Finally, when the man finally let her go, Seasonal warmth simply buried his face directly on his shoulder. I couldn't dare to show my face again.

Feng Ling, who rarely smiled beside him, swept in the direction of the crowd and saw the missing face of Ling Fifi. At this moment, Feng Ling smiled away his gaze.

It's just a kiss. It's too common for couples, but for a lot of students who still have the heart of boys and girls, it's another centennial celebration at T University, and it's a historic scene.

Mo Jingdeep said nothing to the people around him, holding the shy season warmth in his arms and embracing her waist: “Is it not the voice that says that the wedding period has passed? What are you ashamed of? ”

Seasonal warmth burned his face in his arms: “There are too many people...”

Mojing Deep: “Soft legs? ”

Seasonal warmth: “A little...”

Mo Jingshen: “Shall I take you back? ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

……

The blushest and most embarrassing part of the festival is that Season Warm will be stopped halfway by a group of Mercer fans or little fans after the festival.

If not, when she went to the room at the top of the venue to change her dress, and was about to leave with Mo Jingdeep, many people were already waiting in front of the front door of the venue, as if journalists who had tried to come in to participate in the school festival had heard what was happening inside, and were more excited to wait outside and wait for the legendary President Mo to be photographed.

At the end of the season, she had to pull Mo BOSS, who rarely had a cold, high-profile appearance, out of the side of the venue, rather than sneaking. Instead, she dragged him away from the side, and the man looked at her funny as a thief, but Season Warm kept catching her waist, like she was hiding from some kind of paparazzi team.

The side doors are not as wide as the front doors, and outside is the busiest night market in T City.

As soon as Season Warm came out of the side door, she heard as if someone was shouting her name. She immediately pulled her legs and ran to the crowd, grabbing Ink's deep wrist as she ran.

After a few minutes of running, she suddenly stopped, holding her hands on her knees, gasping like she was dying to breathe, and then lifting her hand to unbutton the slightly thicker coat she was wearing in order to breathe faster.

It turns out that this is already a more crowded place in the night market crowd. People come and go. Both sides of the crowd are dedicated stalls in various night markets. It is estimated that they will not be able to crowd in for a moment and a half. Even if they come in, it is difficult for this person to find them in the mountain sea.

Seasonal warmth exhaled lightly, turning her eyes, she saw Ink Jing deeply grabbed by her death, the other hand casually stuck in her pants pocket, looking at her running for a few minutes and gasping, to smile and stare at her.

“Sports cells are so underdeveloped, you still drag me so desperately? ”

Seasonal warmth breathed for half a day before passing the breath. He stood tall and looked backwards before tilting his eyes: “That's because he had played games in the venue before, and there were too many people at the time, and it was too hot. You ran so fast with me, you couldn't even breathe! ”

Seeing the warmth of the season with a similar expression, combined with the appearance of a slight flush on her face due to the rush, Mo Jing said in a deep tone of voice that only she could hear: “With your strength, you can't exercise well, you will only eat more and more in front of me in future. ”

“ …… ”

In an instant, I knew what he meant. Seasonal warmth lifted his hand and stared at him as he stirred up the redness on his face: “Are you here to help me save the scene today, or did you do it deliberately? ”

Mojing seemed to laugh deeply and not smile. What was originally standing with her was a step away. Suddenly, her long legs took a step forward. At the moment when Seasonal Warm was about to consciously retreat, her bow was lowered. Seasonal Warm Hectare was forced by this oppressive angle not to lean back and bend her head a little. Her hips and limbs were simultaneously held together by a man, pressed into his arms, and the whole person directly affixed to his arms.

“Cheap and good, who says the dress is too gorgeous and beautiful, but I feel a little lonely going to school? ”

“… ah? Did I say that?”

“You said it in your eyes. ”

“ …… ”

“I flew all night to Haicheng, and I'm flying back tomorrow morning. You didn't even say thank you. Forget it. Now you have to ask me for a kiss? ”

“Is that a kiss? There are so many people in the room, I...”

She wasn't finished, and the man's lips pressed again: "You want to try kissing again here? ”

The warm eyes of the season suddenly leaned aside and saw all kinds of obscure and enviable eyes of those passing by. He hurried back and took a step. He raised his hand and covered his face with a slight flush. He could not be shy.

“But I had no idea there was a night market here.” Seasonal warmth looked back at all the food and clothes sold at the stalls on both sides, suddenly smelled hard, frowned and said: “What is this smell, it stinks so bad? ”

In the talking room, two young girls were seen holding a couple of fried tofu in their hands and eating them as they walked.

Seasonal warmth brightened, walking straight to the smelly tofu stall not far away, staring at all kinds of golden yellow pieces that were being blown up in the oil pan, asked: "Is this smelly tofu? ”

The owner at the frying pan handed over the fried tofu and smiled and replied, "Yes, young lady, would you like a string of stinky tofu, two bucks a string, five bucks a string! ”

It doesn't smell good, but it looks delicious, and a lot of people really buy it.

When Seasonal Warm was still at Seasonal Home, they rarely came to such places, and these street snacks were not eaten. Even if they had the opportunity to pass in various night markets in the following years, there was no extra free money to eat roadside stalls.

Lived two generations and suddenly had a different desire for a string of stinking tofu.