Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

In the afternoon, Mojingshenzhen talked to Mozambique about the Shine Group. Seasonwarm followed Wanzhu around Mozambique's house, and in the evening, he went with Wanzhu to pick up food in the kitchen.

Mo's servants were also used to the fact that the hostess went to the kitchen on her own initiative, cleaning up everything in the kitchen and keeping them busy inside.

After dinner the season warmed up back to the bedroom, I wanted to wait for Mo Jingshen to come back and talk to him.

But he waited a long time before returning to his bedroom. It was already 9: 00 in the evening. Seasonal warmth had to go to the bathroom to bathe first.

Halfway through the bath, she heard the door of the bedroom open and closed. She paused secretly, knowing it was Mo Jingsheng who came in.

Without further delay, she accelerated the process of bathing, then wrapped a bath towel and walked straight out of the bathroom.

As soon as he went out, he saw the man standing neatly in the bedroom, apparently turning his eyes because he heard the sound on the side of the bathroom. After seeing the bath towel on his warm body during the season, he looked cold: “Put on your clothes and come out. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

Couple, isn't it normal to come out with a bath towel after a bath?

She used to get beat up in bed, then take her to the bathroom and take a bath, and then she just slipped out and he took her out. What did she say?

Seasonal warmth thought about it, he picked up the changed clothes and went back to the bathroom, changed his pajamas, and then blew his hair out until it was half dry. Seeing that Ink had already stood in front of the bedroom window, outside the window was a huge terrace, he did not go out, and the long figure appeared on the floor window. Such a familiar and strange backdrop.

She rubbed her semi-dried hair and walked over: "Can we talk about it...”

“It's late. Go to sleep. I'll go to the study and do some business after I wash.” Mo Jingdeep did not look at her, and when the season warmth approached, she avoided her proximity without a trace. People had turned to the study.

Season warmed up and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep? ”

The man's back is cold and full of alienation: “You sleep in bed, I sleep in the study. ”

The answer was decisive and simple, but even the last couple's ties to Seasonal Warm seemed to have been severed by him.

The sound of water coming from the bathroom, the seasonal warmth still stood in front of the window, turned to the direction of the bathroom, calmed for a long time before going to get two clothes, walked over, knocked lightly on the bathroom door twice, the water inside immediately stopped.

“What is it?" Inside is a man's crystal cold voice.

“The clothes you changed didn't come out. ”

“Put it at the door. ”

“It's a little cold in the house. It's better to come out after you've worn it. I'll get it for you. ”

“No need.”

Seasonal warmth smells like chopped iron for a moment.

She bit her teeth, and this day was really inspired by Mo Jing Deep: “Are you afraid that you have too many injuries to let me see them, or are you going to keep your distance from me so that you can't even have a couple? ”

The bathroom was silent and the water kept ringing, apparently he had no intention of answering her.

Seasonal Heat put his clothes down on the table rack in front of the door and turned back to the bed, sitting beside the bed without lifting the quilt to lie down, just staring in the direction of the bathroom and listening to the water.

Anger is really angry, but I don't know if I should have pushed this man so far away from me in the first place, or if I can now say absolutely love such a thorough depth of ink.

Seawarm picked up her phone and flipped it, and all the texts she had sent before when he was unconscious were in readable condition.

He saw it all, but he didn't reply to his text message, and he didn't respond verbally.

Did he remember everything from the past when he opened his eyes again, so when he saw her dozens of texts, it was like watching a giant joke?

Until the water stopped, the season warm stared in the direction of the bathroom, not long later, the man opened the door and took in the changed clothes, put on the clothes, the hair had been wiped dry, but it was still a little wet. The dark hair seemed to have a glow of ghost and cold, as if there was no season warmth in the bathroom, and after coming out, he went straight into the study.

Ji Wen remembered that when she was just reborn, she couldn't easily bring Mo Jingshen home from the company. He also lived in the study or slept in another bedroom.

Ten years ago, the room was separated because she was having a divorce, he was avoiding her temper and letting her sleep alone, and she slowly returned to happiness and tranquillity as long as she changed her mind and practices and tried to cherish her life with him.

But ten years later, they were divorced, and they'd been gone for 10 years, and with this depth of ink, how would she stand beside him?

He was already the global executive president of the Shine Group, a superior to the Mercer Group, and his calm, his indifference, his resoluteness and his means were certainly more unpredictable than a decade earlier, and he was in control of everything, but no one could control him at all.

The depth of the ink that she knew was him, but the depth of the ink now became the one she was completely stranger to.

She couldn't understand, let alone understand.

The two men were so close, they seemed to be thousands of mountains apart.

The studio door was closed and she couldn't see it, but she couldn't sleep either, sitting beside the bed taking out a box of burning ointment from the drawer.

She hasn't had the patience to apply this, and the doctor said that the marks on her hand will disappear in a few months, and if you insist on applying this cream, it will disappear faster.

Her hands slowly applied to each other and her nose smelled of medicine. She stared at her hands and suddenly remembered the last time she held Mo Jingdeep's hand together, as if it had been a long time.

Last time…

It was at that dinner, he held her hand tightly and placed her next to him, never far away.

But right now, don't say hold hands, even if he touches a chopstick, he has to change pairs.

As if she were a plague god.

Not even sleep in the same room.

Seasonal warmth withstood the kind of pain in her heart, considering that Ink had just been discharged from the hospital, more than she needed to rest in a comfortable bed, so she got up and sat on the fabric sofa in the bedroom, looked at the phone for a while, and looked up at the door of the study, closed, quiet.

Like an insurmountable barrier.

I don't know when she fell asleep confused, she just didn't sleep well, she didn't feel too comfortable leaning on the couch, frowned, suddenly I felt like there was a familiar smell of clear, grassy smell in her nose, my subconscious opened my eyes, and I suddenly saw the figure standing in front of her.