Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Feng Ling walked over and stopped next to Seasonal Warm: “If you are in a bad mood, you can say it or vent it in another way. This place is not safe. ”

“I know it's not safe, so I'm just sitting behind the railing.” Seasonal warmth is slow: “I just want to blow a breeze here, let alone...”

She paused and smiled somewhat reluctantly: “It's useless for you to tell him that he knows that I will not be able to find life easily, let you take me down, it's just a favor. ”

In the ten years of the exodus, no matter how hard she suffered, no matter how hard she suffered, no matter how hard she was tortured, she was stubborn in her life. The only time she was searching was when she was half-destructed by Seasonal Dreams, lying in the bathtub slitting her wrist and killing herself, and then stupidly pushed this man away.

Even at the last minute of your life, it's because you eat chronic poison for a long time.

If she chooses, she will choose to live well and never lose her mind.

Mo Jingdeep knows her, her heart is hard and her face is thick, which is what he sees in her today.

Feng Ling's lips moved a little and asked strangely: “Why is this suddenly happening? Weren't you and Mr. Moore all right? ”

“Yeah, why this is happening.” Seasonal warming of the legs, looking at the sky, squeezed a little smile, the voice was a little empty: “I guess it was causality, God made me have such a beautiful dream, but finally it was brutally retracted. ”

Feng Ling did not understand, and did not ask any more questions. It is true that Seasonal Warm was just sitting here, and there were no other dangerous behaviors. This is why she sat beside her.

Seasonal warmth raised her hand and grabbed it in the wind, sensing a hint of cool air passing through her hand, then dissipated silently.

It was as if she had thought she had finally grasped the happiness in front of her and finally learned to cherish it, but it was just like this air, saying it would dissipate, or it would dissipate.

Seriously, even Seasonal Warm doesn't know how to face Mo Jing Deep 10 years later, and now he, apart from having memories of falling in love with her for the last few months, is not the original him, the indifferent superior, the man who completely withdrew from her life.

But can all this good memory really be thrown away like garbage?

Seasonal warmth looked at empty palms, looked at them for a long time, and found their eyes so bitter that they couldn't shed a tear.

“It's too windy here. Don't sit here too long.” Feng Ling said.

“I know. Sit a little longer. Just a little longer. ”

Seasonal warmth said, holding up his hand in the wind twice more, it was too high here, not even a grain of sand dust, the wind passed in the palm of the hand, no trace left.

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Mo Jingshen's physical condition is no longer significant. After waking up, the doctor carried out a series of examinations and several days of observation on his current situation to determine that he could be discharged after a few days. His ward was also transferred to the general ward and was no longer restricted from family visits, so the last few days in his ward were particularly lively.

Wanzhu sat beside the hospital bed grinding the apple, cutting aside to talk about what had happened for two months, and Moshao occasionally called the company. Occasionally, he sat beside the bed to ask how Mo Jingshen was feeling now, and AK followed Nanheng and Qin Shitingli outside and busy.

But the man in the hospital bed is always calm and indifferent.

The door opened again. Wanzhu glanced and laughed: “Warm, what's wrong with you two days? Before, when the scenery was deep, you couldn't help but stay outside for 24 hours a day. Why did you always say you were going to rest and go to bed for the past two days? It was so easy to wake people up and finally relax, right? ”

Seasonal warmth pulled her lips and laughed, walking to the bed: "Yeah, my emotions have rarely relaxed, so I took the time to get some sleep. ”

She didn't go to sleep, but because the owner of this ward didn't want to see her.

“Go to sleep, the depth of the scene is now nothing, we still have here, you need to take good care of yourself, and get pregnant as soon as possible after going back to Haicheng. It is estimated that this child has no connection with our Mo family. Until now, the old man doesn't know about this before and after, so don't tell him. You and Jing Shen are still young. It's too much that you and Jing Shen are just a month or two pregnant, and his father can see it. You just need to raise your body, and you can always have it again. After all, your relationship with Jing Shen has always been so good. Hurry up and have another one so that the old man can have fun. ”

Wanzhu said while handing the chipped apple to Seasonal Warm: "The depth of the scenery doesn't have much appetite, come on, you eat. ”

Seasonal warmth picked it up and kept a smile on his face: "Thanks. ”

“This child, something deep has been in his mind for some time now, I didn't ask you to change your mind, but it's been so long, should I always call her Mom?” Wanzhu grinned.

The warm expression of the season paused, his eyes just glanced at the man in the hospital bed, but he could see the silence as usual.

Even Ink didn't look at her from the beginning to the end. K. was talking to him and his eyes were on K.

In the past, if Wan Zhu wanted her to call her mom, she would definitely scream, but in this case, even if she wanted to, she suddenly couldn't scream.

Her throat was slightly astringent, especially when she saw Mo Jing deeply and never even looked at her, and her hands held tight on the apple.

“Oops, look at me, I'm so happy these past two days, I forgot there are too many people here for a moment, you must be embarrassed, so wait till you get home.” Wanzhu laughed and pulled Seawarm's hand: “Jingshen intends to go back to Haicheng next week. Although the doctor says his body is fine, I am still not comfortable. When you go back with him, remember to call me anytime and tell me about his condition, and you, he has been too thin lately. You must eat a few more pounds of fat. ”

Seasonal Warm just nodded and couldn't say a word.

Wanzhu suddenly came close to Mojing and didn't know what to say, but the way she looked in the direction of warming the season from time to time, she could also guess that Mojing was supposed to be getting Mojing to warm the season deeply, while pregnant with another one or something.

Mo Jingdeep did not respond, and Wanzhu only assumed that he was because there were too many people here to communicate too hot for the season warmth, not too serious.

It was true that the room was always lively, and the season warmth had not felt such a lively atmosphere for a long time, until Ink Jing suddenly coughed low. She subconsciously put down the apple in her hand and quickly turned around and poured him a glass of water.

Mojing glanced at the cup she had handed her with a faint eye and didn't answer: "No, take it. ”

Seasonal warmth with the cup's hand directly embarrassed to freeze on the spot.

------ Author's words ------

1. The male lead is neither dead nor reborn. They only know a lot about previous life. They also know a lot of things the female lead doesn't know. Both have memories for two lifetimes, which is the complete mutual.

2. No one has collapsed. The plot is still the same as in Cambodia when I wrote it. I am used to the plot in my own outline. Although I may lose some of my impatient or unbearable readers, I thank you for your support all the way, but I still adhere to my writing direction. You don't have to chase comments and Weibori's banner drums to tell me you're going to abandon the text. Just like watching a TV show, you like to chase it every day. If you don't like it, turn it off directly. You're happy and I'm happy. You're unhappy and I'm not happy.

3. I don't like the drama, but the ink sheet is still the ink sheet of the past. He only has a few more memories. Even his life can be spared for the warmth of the season. How can he wake up without love?

4. Not explaining, not dramatic, just emphasizing that no matter what the ink sheet did, he always loved her more than Seasonal Warm imagined and knew how to protect her better.