Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

She instantly looked at the wooden house, her subconscious eyes raised.

A man stood in the cabin, facing the direction of the door, facing the window of dozens of fine steel bars nailed to the cabin, through the cracks of the steel bars, standing silently there, looking away from the window.

A pair of handmade black Italian leather shoes in her field of view look a little older with mud and a little bit of dark red blood than they were handled in the past.

The upward leg, as straight as ever, is wrapped in black trousers, and the black handmade shirt is slightly wrinkled, more like hiding some blood, but hardly visible due to the colour of the shirt.

But even in this situation, men just stand there quietly, still clean, clean, handsome, expensive, indifferent.

And absolutely, high above.

Such a high is not as unpredictable as it would have been if he had been in a high position in the business world, and it is as if it had been a stainless air, and no matter what evil and filth wrapped him around, he could still wash off the coast and be impeccable.

He's standing right there, he's still him.

Ink depth…

He's really here!

Ji warm's mouth moved consciously, but because the person named Dali was just behind her, only about a meter away, she now had any unusual attitude and behavior immediately noticed by him, so that not only would she die herself, but probably even the temporarily safe depth of Mo Jing would be involved.

She silently placed the tray and meal in her hand on the table in front of the door, and the man in front of the window stood there without turning back, and she secretly bit her teeth off without making a sound.

Daly stood right behind her and watched her move.

Seeing her put the food down, Daly suddenly fucked a bite of English and said, "Mr. Control! We caught a woman, she cooked a meal that more suits the taste of your Chinese people. You haven't had a drop of water for three days and three nights to eat. Please, Mr. Control, stop fighting with us so hard. If you die, you won't be able to keep the secrets of those arms deals...”

The man in front of the window, as if he didn't hear it, didn't turn back.

So Mo Jing Deep is what they call Control.

Daly saw Mo Jing deeply unresponsive, not in a hurry, coldly said in English: “Mr. Control, the woman we just caught, we don't know if she's from China or Japan, or other countries in Asia, very beautiful. Our intention is to let her work here first, and then give her to our brothers after the operation to enjoy herself. Mr. Control, if you like, Ajib may be the first to touch her. This woman is still clean...”

Seasonal warmth kept her head down, hearing this sentence to death held onto an empty tray, her eyes staring at the dish on the table.

Haven't you eaten or drank in three days or three nights?

How the hell did he get through this?

“But unfortunately, this woman is mute…” Daly added.

The man in front of the window was obviously annoyed by the noise of Daly and turned his head.

At the moment when Mo Jing turned deep, the warm heart of the season mentioned his voice.

When the man in front of the window also saw her, he lifted his eyelids and swept his faint gaze from her and finally landed on her white dress.

The eyes were extremely flat, as if they were looking at irrelevant objects, as if they had never seen ordinary strangers, and the beautiful face was not surprised, but the eyes were a moment deep, as if they were still cold and cold as a gauze, but the slightest emotion flashed, no one caught it, even the warmth of the season was cold-eyed by his heart, if it was not certain that he was indeed or deep in ink, she almost had to suspect that he was someone who looked exactly like him, a person who did not know her at all.

She only swept him away with a quick glance.

Mo Jing looked at her deeply, but her eyes were glaring, unscrupulous and even very cold.

“Get out of here.” The clear voice, the words that came out of his mouth, was a plain and understandable word in English.

Seasonal warmth shook, just felt that all the sweat was going to be frozen up, Darry also squinted his eyes, measured the constant silence of the seasonal warmth, and looked at the seemingly unfamiliar depth of ink a thousand miles away from this newly caught woman, which only dispelled this suspicion of seasonal warmth.

“Mr. Control, why can't you live with your own life? This ordinary man has been lying in bed for three days hungry. Mr. Control, how long can you stay with us without eating or drinking? A day or two? Ten days?” Daly grinned.

Mojing was deeply indifferent to the right.

Darry smiled cold again, pointing his eyes at the meal on the finger table: “Are you sure you don't want to eat it? This woman's cooking is really good. ”

Ink had no expression on his face, glanced at the meal on the table in the corner and remained cold: “She made it? ”

Hearing what he said seemed to imply, Dalton looked at her with vigilance and stood there quietly and quietly for the warmth of the season.

As a result, Mojing walked over deeply, stopped at the table, lifted his eyelids, and looked at the warmth of the season: “Which country? ”

Seasonal warmth and lip silence.

Daly hey hey smile a little: “I told you she was dumb, her skin was so white, she was probably either from China or Japan, or maybe from Korea. ”

Mojo snapped his lower lip with a deep, unknown meaning: "Dumb? ”

“What, Mr. Control doesn't believe it?” Dali suddenly stretched her hand on Seasonal Warm's arm, and Seasonal Warm instantly bite her lips with pain, but she kept silent. Don't open her eyes without looking at Ink's deep expression. She was afraid that her gaze on him would be exposed.

Daly pinched her and noticed the dark face of Ink.

Mo Jingdeep but didn't even look at the season warm, he said: “Ajib knows me better and better, knowing that I don't like your crap, and finally sent a mute over. ”

Dalton swept him.

Mo Jing spoke softly: “Unfortunately, I'm not interested. ”

Dali stunned, his hands removed from the warm arm of the season, and before he spoke, he saw Ink's deep hand lift slightly, ruthlessly knocked over the food on the table, the rice soup spilled all over the ground, he didn't even look at it, turning cold, obviously extremely tired of them.

Seeing this was no different from the other day, Daly couldn't help but suddenly grab the warm season's collar and pull her out, closing the wooden door with a bang.