Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

However, without waiting for her to find the subject, her eyes were closed and she sat there silently, and the depth of the ink had been opened.

“We don't have to mention divorce here until we get back to Haicheng.” He didn't open his eyes, but his indifferent voice spoke to the warmth of the season.

Season warm's face grew white: “Why must we divorce? ”

The man opened his eyes at this time, but his eyes were pale, without any temperature, cold, dark.

“Didn't we leave? ”

“But we're not leaving now, and those past dust stories are over for me, and I'll just admit it now.” Season Warm looked at him and insisted, “I'm not getting a divorce. ”

The man looked at her coldly, so distant and so indifferent that his eyes looked like an icy prick.

Season warm's hand slowly held tight and suddenly asked: "Have you... ever really married another woman? ”

She dared not ask whether it was Anshu or Seasonal Dream or any other... just such a probationary question, had torn her heart apart 708 times, almost incomplete.

The man's black eyes looked at her and gradually burst out a few bits of ridicule: "What do you think? ”

The short four words made the warm heart of the season cool.

Is that an admission, or is it just a simple irony?

She doesn't understand these four words.

As deep as the ink is, she can't understand it at all.

This man was not much of a simple man, and he is now even more unpredictable and difficult to figure out.

After a moment of silence, she slowly held her hand on her leg and insisted: "I will not divorce, Mo Jingshen, I will not divorce, whether in the United States or back to Haicheng. ”

The man looked at her coldly and did not speak anymore. By then, the door had been opened. When Seasonal Warm looked at him again, he saw that he had closed his eyes and rested again. Obviously, he had no intention of wasting time with her on such useless topics and rhetoric.

Don't you want to talk to her about any extra crap?

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Los Angeles, Mozie.

By the time we got to Mo's, it was noon and the maid had lunch ready.

The others did not follow, and they were the only family to get out of the car and walk into Mo's house.

Ms. Wanzhu was in a good mood for the trip and walked into the door with her maid in a shopping bag.

“It's been a long time since you had a good meal at home, either at the hospital or at a takeout from a nearby hotel.” Wanzhu said as she moved the shopping bag into the kitchen, told the people inside to wash the ingredients she had bought, and she went in this afternoon to do it herself.

Then Wanzhu looked back and saw Season Warm standing at the table, seemed to be waiting for their elders to sit down first, then laughed, and walked over and sat down, indicating that Season Warm went to the deep side of Ink View to sit.

Before Season Warm sat down, she looked at Mo Jing Deep, and saw the man just sitting there silently. Her eyes did not fall on her side. Since he said that he did not mention divorce at Mo's house, she should not and does not intend to keep too obvious distance from her now, she hesitated to sit beside him for a moment.

But this close dining chair, so that the body is only about half a metre apart, but as if it were 10 years apart, beside her is someone she has been unable to reach for two generations.

The maid will serve a prepared lunch, full of a large table.

Seasonal Warm filled a bowl of medicine specially made by the servant for her and Mo Jing Deep to replenish her breath and blood, and put it in front of Mo Jing Deep. The man only looked at it once and didn't catch it.

“Jingdeep, help the season warm up some chicken soup. Her body needs to be made up better. Even if she returns to Haicheng in the future, let Sister-in-law Chen make chicken soup for her every few days. It is best to make it up to women!” Wan Zhoubian said he gave Mojing a deep look.

Really, this kid used to hurt his daughter-in-law very badly. After sleeping for two months, he seemed to be emotionally retarded. Not only was he less enthusiastic about seasonal warmth and drowned, he didn't even give Seasonal warmth a bowl of chicken soup so close to his hand.

Mo Jingdeep as if he didn't hear it, Seasonal Warm smiled directly to relieve his embarrassment: “No, I haven't drunk a lot in recent days, my mouth is about to be eaten by you, isn't there more at night? I'll drink what you make at night. ”

“This kid's got a sweet mouth. You want to drink what I make? I'll give you more at night! ”

Nodding in the warmth of the season, he added a piece of fish tofu close to his hand and placed it in a bowl deep in ink.

The chopsticks deep in the ink landscape had not yet been lifted. The moment they collided, the fish tofu fell directly into his bowl and was about to retrieve the chopsticks.

As a result, the man suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand without a trace. "Then bring the double chopsticks. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

One minute later, she watched the man use the new chopsticks to pick out the fish tofu she had just clipped up and didn't eat it.

Wanzhu and Mushao then obviously discovered that there seemed to be something unusual between them, but only as if the two little bites might have made a scene. This couple was unhappy, and they didn't worry about the noise at the end of the bed and didn't participate. They simply didn't ask one more question, they just laughed to make them eat more and make up for their body.

Thereafter, the season warmth was also very knowledgeable. After eating some silently, I put down the bowl and couldn't eat it.

“Why are you eating so little?” Wanzhu asked.

“Already a lot.” Seasonal warmth does have no appetite at all, which is even worse when it comes to mood.

“Looking at your recent skinny days, the days when Jingshen hasn't woken up, even though I advised you to come back to Mo's house to rest, but you eat very little every day. It hurts me to see how hard you eat and sleep. Now Jingshen is fine, why are you still eating so little?” Wanzhu said while adding some more dishes to the season warmth: "Good boy, eat more, this is not going to keep you thin. ”

Seasonal warmth had to eat a little bit more, but I really couldn't eat it, and after a few more sips I put down the chopsticks.

Mo Jingdeep got up and answered the phone. Season Warm was sitting at the table about to get up. Wanzhu suddenly asked with a voice only she could hear: "Are you arguing with Jingdeep? ”

The season warmed up and shook his head: "No. ”

It would be nice if it was just a fight, but now Mo Jing is afraid he won't even bother to argue with her.

Wanzhu also obviously saw the depth of the ink scene a while ago so that the season is warm as glue paint, now suddenly this cold treatment, although I feel that the depth of the ink scene is a little fresh in front of my daughter-in-law, but still comfort the season warm: “Don't worry too much, there is inevitable friction between husband and wife, be patient, if you go back to the sea city back to deeply bully you, you call me, I fly over to you to take charge. ”

After a while, the warm tears of the season are almost coming out. For so long, her tear glands have never been so developed recently. However, many times, it was obvious that her eyes were sore, her heart ached, but she couldn't cry, so she could only smile at Wanzhu.