Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

I had no idea that Mojingdeep's home in Los Angeles was near the most prominent landmark in Los Angeles.

Returning to his home many years ago, he entered the door, and the purely masculine facilities showed at a glance that he had lived here alone for a long time.

It is not too early, Mo Jingsheng only told the direction of Seasonal Warm's bedroom bathroom and study, and picked out the ingredients in the shopping bag. The other ingredients were orderly put in the refrigerator, and then a peach was washed and handed over to the woman who had just finished walking with him: “I don't have your clothes here. After I took a bath, I went to the cabinet to find a shirt to wear. ”

Seasonwarm picked up the peaches, took a bite, stuffed his mouth full, and replied with a smile: “Well, can I help you? ”

“No, you wait. ”

“Okay.”

Seasonal warmth wandered around him again. Finally, when he went to the kitchen with peach walnut, he saw the man's clothes and sleeves grind up some. The long back was washing ingredients by the water table. She tapped her lower lip, threw away the peach walnut, and the past with her hands and feet was about to hug him from behind his back. As a result, the man just looked over and suddenly said, “Do you like it here or Haicheng? ”

Searwarm's hand paused, then hey, smiled, reached out and hugged him, sticking it on his back: "Did you have eyes behind your head? ”

Mo Jingdeep did not turn back, let her hold him and continue to wash his dishes.

“I like everything about you, but I'm relatively used to living in Haicheng, and things aren't that much. There are a lot of things waiting for me at the studio. If I could go back to Haicheng earlier, I would definitely choose to go back earlier. ”

“The Shine Group set up a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner four days later, after which we went back. ”

“So soon? ”

“There are no major problems with the wounds, and there is no need to delay them too long here. ”

Ji Wen missed his face on the man's back: “Don't worry too much about me. You have a lot to do in the United States. Mercer has stabilized. If Dad insists on letting you take over Shine, I will come to the United States sooner or later. I will never be able to tie you to Haicheng for the rest of your life. ”

“I don't mind being tied anywhere by you.” The man wiped his hands dry and clapped his hands up on her head: “Go to the side station and I'll cut the dishes. ”

The man starts cutting the dishes.

It's just a chopping move, and it's smooth and handsome, making people lose sight of it.

Seasonal warmth watched his side shadow his movements, clasped his lips, and did not speak for a while.

She does like Sea City.

But she has not forgotten that Mo Jingshen belongs to Shine, both in previous life and in this world.

Although taking over early and a few years later was no different, many things had changed dramatically in the two previous and subsequent generations, and she wondered if it would be too selfish to go along with the life she wanted to change the original life trajectory of Mojingshen.

Perhaps finding the warmth of the season at this time seems to be thinking about America and Haicheng, the deep vegetable motion of the ink scene never stops, but the voice turns to her gently: “Go wash your hands, turn on the TV if you're bored. ”

Seasonal warmth doesn't seem to really help herself. Although cooking is okay, she can't get her hands on it every time she has a deep ink.

She went to wash her hands, turned on the TV, switched a few tables boringly, finally went to a music station to listen to a song, and took the initiative to pick up the chopsticks.

Mo Jingsheng said it was too hasty tonight to cook just a few dishes, but he still cooked several dishes, all seasonal warm food, after eating it was already around 9 pm.

After the meal, he walked in the room for two laps, and deliberately flushed the pregnant woman's milk powder he had bought for a drink. As he drank it, he said: "I heard that pregnant woman's milk powder makes me fat when I drink it. This is the first few months of my pregnancy when you are going to feed me to a ball. ”

Mo Jing smiled deeply and took a new shirt to her: “I'm going to a video conference, you get tired, you take a bath, go to bed early. ”

When Seasonal Warm came out of the shower, Mo Jingdeep was still in the study, and hearing the sound should still be in a meeting, like dealing with some sudden problems on the side of Haicheng Mo's side.

After listening outside the study door for a while, Seasonal Warm quietly turned back to the bedroom and did not go in to disturb him.

Until late at night, Mo Jing came out of the study and went to the bedroom, the bedroom was quiet, the season warmed in a white men's shirt, sleeping heavily, the phone was still in her hand, and she took a look and knew that she was texting Xia Tian again before bed.

However, in addition to the content of the text message she was asking who Xia Tian was in love with, she asked Xia Tian for three consecutive times whether she was with the scum that had hit her. The content of the woman's chat was different from that of the man's brief conversation, and all kinds of sweet shame were in it.

The warmth of the season in her sleep was suddenly embraced. She opened her eyes in confusion and saw the depth of the ink. The subconscious drilled directly into his arms. The man's low voice rested on her eardrum: “What was the dream? ”

Ji Wen smiled in his arms and muttered: “I dreamed of a past life, I lay motionless in prison, then suddenly you appeared...”

The space is suddenly caught in a strange silence.

Mo Jingdeep pulled the phone out of her hand and threw it on the table at the end of the bed. She looked down at the woman who was half awake and thought she was in the dream mirror. Her eyes looked shallow and measured her white face.

Seasonal Warm suddenly woke herself up, realizing what she had just said, she shrunk back into his arms, avoiding the man's gaze of inquiry, and said in an obscure voice: “When I was studying in T City before, I couldn't sleep at night, so I looked for novels. I read too many novels for generations, and then I often dreamed of these messy things. I dreamed that you and I were fairies before, and I dreamed that you were emperors, that I was a princess, and that you bullied me every day... prison or something... maybe I was really poisoned by those irrational novels...”

After two vague explanations, her head was buried in his arms pretending to sleep over again, a dream he shouldn't take too seriously.

Ink breathed deeply between her hair and neck. If there was any warmth, it itched on the tip of her heart, and kept the season warm for a moment and a half, she really couldn't sleep.

A moment later, she heard a man's low voice ringing in her ear: “What was I like in the dream? ”

Was this found pretending to be asleep?

Was the explanation she had just given too much or was she too tight when she pretended to sleep? She can't move, but she's still gonna find out?