Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Nanheng sat on the sofa not far from the bed, opened the plastic bowl and took a few bites. If he didn't answer Mo Jing Deep, he just thought about the scene where the season was warm and lying next to Mo Jing Deep, and then thought about Feng Ling not even having time to look at the scene. He felt that the bowl of porridge was instantly full of dog food in his mouth.

“In fact, Feng Ling is a very delicate person, but she is too good at hiding her emotions.” Seasonal warmth fed Ink deep breakfast, whispering: “I've been in contact with her for so long, although many times she seems to be cold and cold, but she's just too thick a protective layer...”

She said as she gently blew it in the bowl and gave Mo Jing a deep sip, she was concerned: “Is it still hot? ”

Seeing the warmth of the season, he was afraid he would burn a little. The smile on the deep lip corner of Ink View became clearer and clearer. The bed of this bed had shaken a little earlier. He was now in a lying position. Compared to Nan Heng's face, which had been cold, he now called a spring breeze on his face.

Nan Heng sincerely felt that he couldn't eat this breakfast anymore.

“Are you afraid you still don't know how he married you?” Nan Heng chuckled.

Seasonal warmth looked at him and said, "You mean I saved him by the Los Angeles River a few years ago, or something else? ”

Nan Heng's cold eyebrows moved and was somewhat surprised: “You know what? ”

Deep in the ink, it is understated: “There is no need to hide anything. ”

Nan Heng looked at the season warm and laughed: “Aren't you afraid he's marrying you back for grace? ”

Seasonal warmth: "… he said no. ”

Mojing glanced at him with a cold glance: "I can't hold my own woman down, I can't get used to my peace days. Is this an opportunity to provoke a separation? ”

Nan Heng chuckled, leaning on the couch like a grandfather, his hands on the back of the couch casually, watching the two people feeding a meal on the hospital bed as if it were glue paint, "So what do you really see in a young lady who was once arrogant and unattended? How cute is it that you let Mo so willingly tie herself to her for the rest of her life? ”

That's a good question.

Seasonal Warm just wanted to ask.

Mo Jing didn't even think about it. She gently pressed the spoon that had just passed the season warmth to his mouth and lowered her smile. “Isn't it cute that the 16-year-old girl whispered at me with her mouth uncharacteristically, whispering that this was her first kiss? ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

Can we stop talking about this?

From the perspective of her age, that TM is retarded.

Nan Heng flipped a white eye: “This is him. Is Mom cute? ”

The deep eyebrows of Mojing's elegant man soared slightly. “It's especially cute to hide in the corner from the crowd to sneak a few drinks at the Haicheng Banquet. I heard that to stop her father's car in the street to get married. The reason is to argue that the people who don't love him will never marry is especially cute. In order to escape the wedding, he used scissors to poke out ten and twenty holes in the wedding customization center. He deliberately bent his fingers at the wedding to claim that he had a handicap in his fingers and couldn't wear a wedding ring. The look of his eyes was especially cute. The wedding ended so he wouldn't throw flower balls, and the look of a man hiding in the background to eat petals was also particularly cute...”

Seasonal warmth: "……"

All of a sudden, I wanted to find a sew to get in.

Nan Hengfang said with no expression: “I'm just asking. ”

Deep in ink: “I can count a few more. ”

Nan Heng continued without expression: “Keep it until your wife is three months pregnant and go back to your own bedroom to count it. ”

Mo Jing looked at him with regret: "Didn't you want to hear it? ”

Nanheng still has no expression on his face: “The porridge I just ate is almost spitting, stop it, thank you. ”

Seeing this topic is over, Seasonal Warm tried the temperature of the porridge in the bowl and sent another spoon to the deep mouth of Ink View. When the man looked at her, she held her mouth and said, "No wonder I just ruined my wedding dress. The Ink family flew back another new wedding dress from France. Turns out you saw it...”

Mo Jingdeep laughed and said softly: "Is the petal good? ”

Seasonal warm mouth shouted, holding the bowl with one hand, the other directly covering his face, a pair of unbearable expressions against his original mental retardation, put his hands down for half a day, tried to feed him porridge calmly, had to be carelessly spilled on him.

“What else do you want to ask?” Mo Jing provoked her lips deeply and looked at Nanheng, while slowly lifting her hand and slamming a strand of hair behind her ears at the side of the season's warm cheek.

Season Warm turned his head slightly, avoiding his hand: "Don't move your hand. ”

Mojing smiled deeply and put his hands down.

Nan Heng waved on the sofa, a look that hurt his heart at level 10: “After all these years of me and your brother, you didn't even exaggerate. Didn't this woman blow you a sip of fairy breath and drink a bottle of wine and eat a petal is fucking beautiful? ”

Seasonal warm mouth.

Don't worry about Immortality.

But she really wanted to disappear.

I'm losing face!

Before she fled, Nan Heng answered a call and left first.

Seasonal warmth continued to feed the porridge, Mo Jingdeep continued to cooperate with the food, the quiet needle in the ward smelled, only the little woman's embarrassing and dying expression did not match this serenity.

Mojing took a deep look at her.

Seasonal Warm also looked at him, then dropped the bowl and cleared his voice and said, “Are you telling the truth? So... what do you really like about me? ”

Mo Jing looked deeply at the porridge that she had taken away from her and drowned her eyes to think.

“It can also be understood that I am bewitched by your beauty. ”

Seasonal warmth endured the urge to roll white eyes: “There are so many beautiful women, go to the entertainment circle to catch an eighteen-line star has a certain beauty, you have to put yourself so light? ”

Man laughs: "Who calls you beautiful? ”

The warm hearts of the season will be trembling with laughter.

I can't talk anymore. I can't talk anymore. I really can't talk anymore!

The first reflection of seasonal warmth was blush, heartbeat, I really couldn't stand the fact that his big BOSS, which according to others was very cold and difficult to get close to, was a serious opening for me.

A few seconds later, she calmed down a little: “Reason tells me you must have heard more than that about what I saw. When exactly did you find out that I was the one? The street lights were broken and I couldn't see clearly, not to mention you couldn't even open your eyes. ”

Mo Jing stared deeply at her rugged and faint-hearted expression in a lazy tone: “You mean, you don't want to be responsible after the kiss? ”