Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

A pair of deep eyes, she squeezed her hands on the towel, not avoiding his eyes, opposite his eyes: “Did you just wake up? Or..."

“I'm not awake. What else are you going to do to me after you bring me back?” Man's eyes are quiet: “Or do you think you can solve the problem by bringing me back like this? ”

Of course Seasonal Warm understands, nothing can be solved.

The feeling of being in transit all the time kept her warm and cool when she faced him.

Today Mo Jingsheng, not only the once frightened president of the other business world, but also the global president of the Shine Group, whose bones shocked and frightened the entire Western financial world, buried everything beneath a calm and indifferent city.

Seasonwarm looked at his face, still so handsome, and also contaminated with the ruthless and expensive characteristic of some superior. It was a face that made her miss it, and she looked at it and felt her heart instinctively chilled.

To this man, more than just missing, is strangeness.

He was obviously drunk, but his eyes were cold and sharp like a cold blade cutting her flesh.

"When did you wake up? Or have you never been drunk? ”

The man sat on the couch, didn't mean to get up, or he was really a little drunk, didn't plan to get up, he looked at her like this, smiled slightly, but smiled and made people feel cold and slow: “How could you possibly be allowed to sit in the driver's seat without getting drunk? ”

“The thing I drove for you was simple. Shen Moo said her girlfriend had a stomachache. If a woman had a stomachache, the disease would be very small. He was in a hurry to go back, so he gave me the key.” The season was warm and calm, “I said,“ I happened to be at the club and didn't drink, so I drove you home. ”

Mo Jing laughed deeply, but laughed at the bottom of her eyes, even as if she could see her purpose at a glance.

His eyes were too cold and sharp.

Seasonal warmth was like nothing in front of him.

Even during this period, her refusal to see and what she did could provoke her resistance. In her vegan temper, she definitely couldn't stand this treatment. In other words, she had to jump off her feet a long time ago.

But Mo Jingdeep has always been too kind to her. All his kindness kept her from getting mad at him, and, really, I really missed him.

But with this pair of eyes, the warmth of the season instinctively avoided, not against his eyes, she went into the kitchen: “The water burned off, I'll make you some antidote. ”

He quickly stepped into the kitchen, quickly picked up the glass and poured the water, then put the medicine in the cup, shaking gently, as if he didn't feel how hot it was on the cup, so he came out with the glass and put it on the coffee table.

The man sat there and watched as she was instantly burned to some reddish fingers, watching as she still had a slightly redder skin on the back of her hand than before, although there had been some traces of burns in Cambodia, which were indeed much lighter than in previous months.

He watched silently, did not speak, and did not speak, so the pairs were quiet for half a day, and Ji warm pointed to the cup on the finger table: “Drink some while it's hot, the medicine will perform faster, because Shen Moo said you drank a lot of wine tonight, so you may have stomach aches or headaches, so you can feel more comfortable drinking it. ”

Ink had no expression on her face, as if she was not interested in a glass of water that she had poured.

Or, he's protecting her...

Afraid she'll drug him?

Season Warm looked him in the eye and said, "Do you hate me so much now? ”

“Obviously. ”

She paused and asked, “When I was at the mall with Xia Tian, I saw you with Anshu Yan. Did you go shopping with her? Or for some other reason..."

The man shrugged his eyes because of her words: "What answer would you like to hear? ”

The warm lips of the season moved and Mojingdeep was the last person to like the misunderstanding between them.

But whenever there was a slight misunderstanding, he would give her a reasonable explanation to reassure her not to think about it.

She wanted to ask where the deep ink that had been pressing steadily against her heart had gone.

But suddenly I couldn't get it out of my mouth.

In a man's indifferent eyes, Season Warm stood behind the coffee table for half a day and said: “I don't understand if your attitude towards me now is disgusting or defensive, or… what else I don't understand… but I just wanted to live well from the beginning, not climb anyone, everything you remember in the past, even more should know that my feelings for you and everything you do are true, just like you used to do to me, is pure, I..."

She didn't finish what she said, but she heard a man laugh.

It's the kind of thing that comes out of the chest, a grin, light, but she hears it.

Man stood up, bypassing the decanter tea on the coffee table and coffee table, walked to her, he had a clean smell on him, the smell of alcohol mixed, the season warmed conscious pores all contracted due to his sudden proactive proximity, she looked up at him, man at the same time leaning down in front of her, breathing close to her feet, all on the skin of her cheek: “Pure? Don't you feel blush when you say these words to me? ”

Season Warm looked up at him and looked at him with a stubborn and serious look that would not be overwhelmed by his momentum: “Of course I'm not blushing! I just learned my lesson, so I learned how to treasure it and how to avoid all the harm and live well. I can afford these two words purely! Same for you, Mo Jingshen! My feelings for you are pure enough! You don't believe you can, but you can't deny me all this! ”

She set out to look at him: “The man I loved so much, I couldn't cut him off easily! A man whose life can be spared for me, even if you stick a knife directly to me now, I won't say a word, after all, you've felt a million times more pain than I did. Marriage is mine, man is mine, home is my guardian! You have no right to make me give up! ”

Ink raised her jaw deep and her voice was soft and slow: “So obsessed? So deep? ”

Seasonal warmth saw a strong mockery in his eyes, his eyes as dark as ever, his voice as gentle as ever.

But she looked up at his indifferent face and could not capture any emotions other than indifference.

Don't open your eyes. Don't want to be stabbed by his eyes. Walk away directly in front of him. Lie down and pick up the cup on the coffee table: “It's not hot anymore. Drink this first. ”