Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“Mr. Nan Heng, Director Mu is there, and you must have heard what he just said.” Answers emphasize.

Nan Heng took off the smoke in his mouth and glanced coldly: “I have been in love with Mo Jingshen for many years, but I have nothing to do with Shine Group. Director Mo should also know my temper, my place, people who have nothing to do with it are afraid to break in. ”

In saying this, Nanheng smiled and glanced coldly at the direction of Mozambique.

Mushao heard this, and his face was obviously a little unhappy: "My own son is here in the hospital, I want to be the father to see it, and you still have to stop him? ”

“If you want to go in, I certainly won't stop you.” Nanheng tone is slow, light and cold: “But Miss An is afraid that it is not right to go in, this Mrs. Mo is still here to watch, let Miss An go in, Director Mo Are you sure you are not joking? ”

Mushao raised his eyebrows coldly, and Anshu walked away directly from the door of the ward. He turned around and walked back. He looked at the season warm and handed her what was in his hand: “Mrs. Mo, please. ”

The corner of Seasonal Warm Mouth pulled out a faint curve and took over: “I thank Secretary An very much for the view. ”

Speaking of which, Ji warmed up and said, “I still call you Secretary An, right? You are now the secretary manager of Shine Group, more than you used to be in Mercer, how many ranks can walk so smoothly in the workplace, you can see that Secretary An's ability to work is really recognized. ”

An Yan nodded her head politely. The smile in her eyes was neither heavy nor faint: “You can call my name or Secretary An. ”

Ji Wen glanced at her and the woman's intuition was always accurate. If she thought about Anyan for a few seconds, she would hand over what was in her hand to Feng Ling, who had already reached out.

“Dad, are you going in now to see the depth?” Seasonal warmth.

Although it was not Meshau himself who ate the closed-door spoon, it was clear that Nan Heng refused to give him face when he refused to speak.

Mushao glanced coldly at the direction of the ward for a moment and said: “Since the scenery is still deep, I won't go in. In half a month, it's the Chinese New Year. If he can get out of the hospital then, go home for a reunion dinner. ”

Seasonal warmth nodded: “Okay, I'll tell him. ”

Mushao took another look at her. Her face was still not very pretty. She turned around and was about to leave. She suddenly paused. She turned to the Answer Book beside her and said: “When you're not busy here at the hospital, help yourself while you're busy. Seasonal warmth is unfamiliar with Los Angeles for half of your life. It's inevitable that there's something you need help with. ”

“Okay.” Ann said softly.

Mozambique sighed at the invisible side of the season and went straight into the elevator.

Until they left, the season warmed up and looked at the elevator door, at the number that landed from the top floor to the ground floor.

Moshao is at least Mo Jingshen's biological father. Even if An Yan can't go in, he can certainly go in if he wants to, but Moshao obviously has a temper, or he has too much control over people and can be pissed off by everything that is out of his control.

And so it hurried away, and I really didn't see half the father-son affair.

In half a month, if Mo Jingshen can get out of the hospital, is it really necessary to go back?

And for a moment, I felt that the season was warm...

Ann Yan is no longer as proactive as she was when she first went to Haicheng to go to Mercer. On the contrary, Ann Yan, although she did not clearly say what to do, gave the feeling that she was merely accepting the arrangements of Mercer, neither proactive nor resistant.

“Mrs. Moore, do you want these sent in?” Feng Ling checked the fruit basket and nutrients he had just picked up and asked once he was sure there were no problems.

Seasonal warmth moved away from the number where the elevator had stopped at “1” and glanced at what was in the blue of the eye.

If you look at these things, you know that they weren't bought by Meshaw, and come visit your son with the character of Meshaw, you probably won't buy anything at all.

Fruit blue is very sophisticated, not the kind of fruit bought randomly at supermarkets near the hospital, it is usually very rare and nutritious, as well as high-moisture fruits, including nutrients, which are also mostly good things such as blood supplementation. It can be seen that Anjin still did his homework before coming.

This Anjou must have been very sober when Haicheng left?

Then what was her innocent attitude, as if everything was just arranged by Meshaw?

……

The next week, obviously, many people who thought it was profitable to eat ruthless doorsteps, so the hospital was extra quiet this week and no one dared to bother them any more.

Mo Jing Deep had only one night of inflammation and recovered well after that. A week later, the skin on the surface of the wound had begun to heal, occasionally walking normally out of bed.

“Did you have any plans the last time Dad said you'd be back for dinner when you got out of the hospital next week?” Seasonal warmth held him in the ward, and when she reached the window, she turned to open the curtain and close a window that had just been opened.

“There is no intention, the Ajib thing is over, Officer Nte and the people at the base will solve everything that follows on their own, I am not going to stay too long in the US and will take you back to Haicheng as soon as I get hurt.” Mo Jing looked deeply at the warmth of the season and smiled in his eyes.

“Next week is the Spring Festival in China. Everywhere in the country, we basically enter the Spring Festival holiday state. Mercer doesn't have much work to do. It's actually good to have a reunion meal with your parents, but if you don't go back this year, will Grandpa be angry?” As soon as I mentioned Master Mo, the warm corner of the season couldn't help but lift.

The winter sun is pouring out the window and falling between the deep brows of the deep Ink landscape, like surrounding a group of men who were already laughing warmly in an aperture.

“It's not that angry," he said. "Though there are no us in the Ink Mansion, there are not a few relatives in the usual relationship. You don't know how many people come to the door every day. Dealing with those relatives is enough for him to be busy. ”

While he was talking, Seasonal Warm reached over his back and grabbed him gently two times across the hospital uniform, then opened his eyes and asked, "Shouldn't the wound healing period be itchy? You don't feel a scratch? ”

Mo Jing smiled deeply: “It wasn't itchy, you did feel a little bit when you grabbed it twice. ”

At the same time, he leaned down slightly and looked at her nearby white face, his eyes facing her, meaning "more itchy is the heart. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

He bowed down, put his warm lips around her neck, and twirled his little kiss to confuse her: “These days in the ward, I woke up and slept, the time was too slow, I rarely could hug you again, why don't we do something else, send time? ”