Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal Warm fell down the stairs yesterday at the Imperial Garden without being seriously injured, but there was a little bit of red near the hairline on his forehead.

She usually hardly used the foundation except for a naked lipstick, so the spot on her forehead was not covered. Between her low head and her head, those hair spreading on her hair went backwards, revealing the red on her forehead.

She held the cup in front of him, as the man glanced at her forehead and froze for a moment. Neither of them spoke, and the large space was quiet as if it had fallen on a needle, except that the warm heartbeat of the season was strangely obvious.

The man looked at her and said low, low and heavy: “Seasonal warmth, I never joke, since the word divorce has been mentioned, it should be broken completely. ”

He stood in front of her like this, not picking up the cup in her hand, just looking down at her, and the lights in the living room fell on her head, as if laying on a light silver side.

Clean, cold and expensive, even though he has a strong booze, it doesn't affect his handsome and touching half.

Ink depth.

He's Mo Jingshen.

As a reminder to herself at the time of the season's warmth, no matter how cruel he is to herself now, she cannot be angry with him when he rushes out in that black Bentley and protects her behind his life.

Maybe it's just a broken dream, maybe it's just walking into reality and seeing the real him.

“Stop meddling. I don't like meddling.” He never raised his hand to pick up her cup.

Seeing a man turn his head without turning back, the season warmth seemed instantly full of powerlessness and a sense of obstruction in his heart.

When the door was opened, the glass in the warm hand of the season instantly landed, and the man did not turn back in front of the door, but stagnated for a moment.

Seeing him standing there, he stopped moving. Seeing him pause, Season Warm turned around and walked over. Standing behind him, he looked at his back, staring dead for a long time before lifting his hand slowly, carefully holding him behind his back.

She had wanted to hug him before, and she had never been so careful.

She could not see the deep eyebrows of the man. She could only feel the man's hands brutally and ruthlessly pulling away her hand in front of him. Ji warmed to death and held him in his arms. She did not speak, he did not speak. In silence, the two men looked like a quiet struggle. Her arms were wrapped around his hand.

But the warm strength of the season was no match for him. At the same time, he tore her hands apart, relentlessly swinging her back. Seasonal warm's body stepped backwards, crashing into the wine cabinet beside the wall. A few bottles of wine were falling out, and the ground was shattered. The red and white wine mixed together at night and flowed under her feet.

Feeling the cool flowing under his feet, the season warm and cold beat a chill, his eyes looked at the ground, and then lifted up, looking at the man in front of the door.

Blood clots like ice in your body, a little bit like ice blood, and then a little bit of ice.

Cold and thorough.

Without a word, she suddenly leaned down and stepped on the floor to pick up the pieces.

Mojing turned his eyes and saw the season stepping on those pieces with warm feet, his eyes faintly not lifting, the cold voice: “Seasonal warmth, attracting my attention in a way that hurts me, is the stupidest behavior, the wounds under your feet won't make me feel any better, it will only make you likely to be unable to work for several days in a row, keep your business quiet, and it will only make me see you stupid and boring. ”

Seawarm squatted on the floor, as if she had not heard him, avoided the pieces under her feet, but was more or less scratched. She hid beside her and then went to pick up the pieces, picking up some of them before calmly saying: “I didn't hurt myself. ”

“Really?” He looked at the insignificant but obvious blood on her feet: "Do as you please. ”

Speaking of which, go straight out.

Hearing the door open and closed, Seasonal Warm's hands still had some mechanical numbness to pick up the pieces, and stepped on the pieces as if they didn't feel any pain. He got up and brought the mop and broom over, swept the pieces away, and turned around and found her stepping on the ground with a long string of blood.

She simply threw what was in her hand at the corner of the wall, and then sat there on the ground with a lot of pieces, watching as a few bottles of wine fell, only half of it cracked open, and half of it was still in the bottle below.

Seasonal warmth picks up one of them, and I don't know what vintage wine it is. Anyway, it won't be cheap if it can be kept deep at home by Mojing.

She avoided the broken bottle and took a sip on her back.

It's a strange smell, it's actually a little bitter.

She picked up the other half and poured her head back into her mouth in a way that prevented her from cutting herself.

Shh, still bitter.

Several bottles in a row are bitter.

She smashed her mouth and licked the corner of her mouth before realizing it was bitter in her mouth.

After wiping her mouth, she looked at the expensive wine on the ground, so she couldn't afford to waste it. Whatever it was that was spilled on the ground, there was some left on the bottom of the bottle, and it was worth at least drinking.

Another sip, this time less bitter, but a little astringent, continue to taste the other sip, same taste.

The woman with poor alcohol sat on the floor naked with two white and tender feet, one after the other picked up the bottle, and finally saw the bottom of several broken bottles. She squinted her eyes and looked at the quiet and closed door, unable to see the deep trace of the ink, and looked back out the window.

Oh, so many stars.

……

Black Gusteau raced on the road, Mojingdeep left not long ago, went to a nearby pharmacy to buy the wounded medicine back.

When I got off, I was about to hand over the medicine to the security guard, and the Orlando International security guard gave it to her, and I just got off, and suddenly I paused, and I lifted my eyes and I saw her on the balcony on the 18th floor, a woman in a dress sitting on the very edge, and her two injured feet were still shaking around, and I could blow her off the 18th floor with a breeze.

Mo Jing's deep face suddenly shut the door heavy and picked up his phone and called Seasonal Warm directly.

The woman still didn't move on the balcony, and she didn't know whether to put the phone inside or pinch it in her hand. It rang for a long time before she finally picked it up.

At the moment the phone was picked up, Mojing's deep voice chilled: "Seasonal warmth, what are you doing? ”

The voice of the woman on the phone came out confused: "Ah? What am I doing? I'm... looking at the stars..."

Ink raised his eyes deeply to the position of the balcony on the 18th floor, and the woman's legs were still swinging back and forth, with one hand raised to her ear and answering the phone.

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(Less one, make it up tomorrow.