Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth nodded with words.

Unsurprisingly, Mo Jingsheng told more stories today than ever before.

“Where are you going this time? America or Japan?” She asked subconsciously.

He touched her hair and whispered warmly: "When I get back, I bring you a local gift and you'll know. ”

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A few days later, Ji Wen received a call from Ji Hong Wen.

Since the disappearance of Seasonal Dream, in ten days, Seasonal Hiroshi's voice has been much older than usual. He doesn't seem too depressed mentally, but Seasonal Warm also knows that he has not eaten well and slept well lately.

Only today, it is the anniversary of Seawarm's mother, too many years have passed, and those sorrows have long been covered by time. Seawarm is only habitual to look at the sky for a long time on that day, and then he received a call from Seawarm.

“Warm, Dad knows that you've been reluctant to ask me too many questions lately because of dreamy things. There's a lot of truth that Dad was going to keep from you for the rest of his life. You'll always be my daughter, and I'm not going to tell you about those things until I die. ”

“If you don't want to talk, I won't force you.” "I don't have any plans to find my biological father or relatives," replied Seasonal Warm. “Now that the dreams are on your mind, you don't need to talk to me...”

“It's all right, this is it, deliberate concealment can only cause harm. Your mother has also been gone for many years, when I couldn't hide what she told me, and I didn't expect the dream to know, and ran to slander you in front of you.” Ji Hongwen sighed and sighed: “Before your mother married me, there was a past, a forced past. She did not love your biological father. I was also a young man who was brainwashed for love. Even if your mother was pregnant, she would marry her irrevocably. If she wanted her, she promised to treat you more like my biological daughter. Warm, you're the one I grew up watching. There's no difference between the love of my father and daughter and the love of my dreams, you know? ”

“I get it, Dad.” After many days of silence, Season Warm finally intends to tell her the truth. The piece she is now pressing is indeed much lighter, at least not the only one who is blindfolded.

“As for who your biological father is, perhaps you will never see him again in your life, and even if you do, he will never know you exist. I don't intend to repeat too many of these old stories. After all, this was more than 20 years ago. It was your mother's birthday grudge, and it has nothing to do with you. Warm, Dad and you only have a different blood relationship, the rest is no different than before, now the dream is still alive and dead, Dad wants you to go back to Haicheng, still treat this place as your own home, the Ji family will always be behind you. ”

Season-warming orbits get warm: "Dad, I've never denied the existence of your father, and we're just like before, I won't change, you won't change, right? ”

“Yes.” Ji Hingwen's voice was a little dull because of excitement: “Good boy, Dad knows that dreams are wrong, she is truly wrong in many respects, and I have never deliberately tried to bias which one, but she has not heard from me, Dad's mood is still affected, but I don't want to ignore what you mean by being cold, you are always my favorite good daughter. ”

“I know." Seasonal warm nose became sour and raised his hand and rubbed his nose in an effort to keep himself quiet.

She knew that Hiroshi had chosen this day to make it clear to her that there had always been no deep separation between their father and daughter. People were most afraid to say anything.

Ji Hongwen hung up after a few more words. Ji Wen held his phone and stood in front of the window and looked at it for a long time.

Who is her biological father… you may never meet him in your life?

Even if they met, they didn't know she existed?

Mother was a very quiet and gentle woman when she was young. Seasonal Warm was too young to know much about Mother's past, but she couldn't figure out how she could have had a forced life before she got married.

What kind of compulsion? Forced to take possession or forced to marry by elders? Or what other possibility?

Ji Hongwen obviously did not intend to say these things, but just calling her to reassure her that there would be no change between them.

He wanted to keep her as a daughter, and why didn't Seasonal Warm want to keep the home she had been living in since she was a child?

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Professor Lin's class was only taught for three months. At the end of this class, it had not yet reached the graduation season of T University. Although the period of just three months was unlike many other people's years, Seasonal Warm also made a friend like Baiwei.

On the eve of farewell, these students in Professor Lin's class rarely gathered for dinner. Feng Ling, though an intervener, went with them.

Seasonal Warm didn't drink alcohol, only sat on the couch and chatted with Baiwei a lot. Regarding the experience of the past three months, there may be some cooperation with Baiwei's company in China in the future. Feng Ling had not participated in such occasions before. She only occasionally looked at her cell phone and occasionally looked at Seasonal Warm to keep her from drinking alcohol.

This class, it's a simple start, it's a simple end, but it's also a wonderful process.

Ling Feifei has been hiding from the warmth of the season and sits far away from her. Feng Ling will also look at Ling Feifei from time to time. He deliberately frightens her with his eyes. Shortly after, Ling Feifei slipped away early for reasons of physical discomfort and dared not stay long.

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Season Warm left T with the transcript from the last test and packed with Feng Ling the next day in the apartment.

Mo Jingshen said he would pick her up today and not know if he was flying directly from abroad to T City or going back to Haicheng before coming back.

Seasonal warm luggage is not much, but also packed for a long time, waiting from dawn until the afternoon, but did not see the depth of Mo Jing.

No calls were received from Mo Jingshen all day.

“What time is it?” Seasonal warmth locked the two suitcases, and when you got up, clapped your hands and asked about the sealing in the living room.

“It's after five.” Feng Ling replied.

Seasonal warmth only noticed the passage of time, turned to see the sky outside already evening, turned to pick up the phone and look at the time, only Xia Tian and Xiao Ha texted, asked if she would return to Haicheng today or tomorrow, said to arrange a reception for her.

The text message was lively, and a lot of people sent all sorts of messages.

But there was no news of the depth of the ink.

Time flies by.

6 o'clock.

Mo Jingdeep didn't show up and didn't call.

At 7 o'clock, Mo Jingdeep is still missing.

At 10pm, the phone was quiet and there was always no movement outside the door.

Seasonal Warm called Mo Jingdeep during this period, but only heard a cold mechanical voice prompting that they were not in the service area and could not connect.

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(Sangen)