Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mo Jingdeep didn't look at her like she was in the mood, obviously it didn't mean to eat.

Seasonal Warm stood in this familiar office, and the man in front of him was no longer as gentle as he had ever been, with obvious alienation and indifference all over his body.

Season Warm could see his dissatisfaction in his eyes, so he smiled consciously: “Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to haunt you. President Mo can be the head of my little studio. After you invested 200 million dollars for us, there's nothing wrong with you. Come and think about it from a different angle. ”

After that, she suddenly turned to his lounge: "You should have eaten and ate yours. I went to your lounge and took away all the clothes you had bought me in the closet. ”

And then she walked right in without going back.

Decisively and simply as if just passing through his office.

The rest room was still the same, the room was quiet, the lights were on, the cold, fully masculine rest area was right in front of her, the season warm diameter went straight to the closet, opened the closet, and I could see that there were still so many clothes he had prepared for himself.

If a person really hates another person completely, even the presence of a little trace of the other person will be disgusting.

He lived here after a busy day at the company, and recently lived in the company for a long time, but her things were not thrown away, they were kept intact, and even the rules were still in the closet.

Seasonal Warm was not in a hurry to collect, and took a step back and sat down beside the bed, looking up at the clothes in the cabinet.

It was quiet in the office outside the door and I didn't know if Mo Jingshen drank porridge, but Secretary Ke said he had been busy until now. If he refused to accept her kindness, he could only call Shen Moo and ask him to contact the nearby hotel for food delivery.

This season warmth thought of doing anything, after calling Shen Moo, and whether or not she would eat after Mo Jingdeep, that's how she sat in bed staring at the clothes in the closet.

……

The air conditioning in the office room has been adjusted to the most comfortable temperature by the seasonal warmth. Mo Jing deeply watched the bowl of porridge being placed on the desk alone. After a long time, he put down his pen and rubbed his eyebrows with his hands up.

Then Mo Jingshen received a phone call from the United States side: “President Mo... Su Jilan committed suicide in prison... Fortunately, he barely saved his life when we found him in time to go to the hospital, but the medical conditions in the prison were so bad, she coughed up blood yesterday and kept arguing to see you, or to call you...”

The man rubbed his hands on his eyebrows and put them down. There was no joy between the lines in the words. Calm and quiet, but with a chilling desolation: “What, now that the LAPD is not sure what to do, can't control anyone who tries to make trouble in it? You want me to come out? ”

“This...” The people on the phone sweated coldly: “President Mo, the Su family can't save her now, but Su Zhilan said he was your fiancée. I don't think she was comfortable with the pain here. People have lost a lot of weight. Everyday she says she wants to see you, we can handle it if someone else does, but she has been with you...”

Mo Jing spoke faintly: “For this irregular person in there, treat it the way you should. ”

“In her current state, in case she dies here one day, we are afraid...”

“There is no need to tell me anything about this Miss Su in the future. Whether she dies or lives, it is her fault and no one else's fault. ”

After hanging up the phone, Mo Jing looked deeply at the door of the rest room.

It's been a while since the season warmed up, but it hasn't come out.

A moment later, the man got up, walked away with his long legs, pushed the door open and walked into the cold lounge, turned his eyes and saw a woman who had just come in and said she was going to take her clothes away, and actually fell asleep directly in his bed.

Seeing her, it was obvious that she had been sitting at the end of the bed, and then laying back in a sleeping position, the man went around the queen bed and walked in front of the window, not slowly, with his left hand closing the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window and covering all the outside lights and neons.

Turning to the open wardrobe, those clothes belonging to her hung safely inside, occupying half the space, he did not feel obstructed when he lived here every day. At this moment, after just being checked by a woman, Mojing felt deeply uncomfortable. He was about to take off the clothes directly inside, but his hand just touched one of them, and he paused.

“Bang," the man closed the cabinet door directly, his hands were still empty when it closed, and none of the items were removed.

……

Seasonal Warm didn't expect herself to fall asleep in Ink's deep office.

She was about to pack her clothes and she sat down and went to sleep.

I woke up with my eyes closed for half a day before I had the courage to open my eyes and move. I found myself still holding the position I had previously laid at the end of the bed like this, my legs hanging behind the bed, because of this position I was already a little numb.

“Pfft -” she made a small sound, very light, but it was particularly evident in the quiet rest room.

The man standing in front of the window turned around and said, "Are you awake? ”

The season was warm and I didn't expect him to be there. I turned my head and saw a man standing not far away.

He's got one hand in it. Wearing trousers and shirts that I couldn't find any wrinkles in last night, I stood there, carrying the morning light out the window, looking down at her lightly, so that the angle of opposite light, like putting him in a golden rim, couldn't see his expression clearly.

Season Warm looked at him like that, and in seconds he had a trance that he couldn't speak of.

Yet in this time when she was tranced to think that he was still her ink, the thin lips pulled out a few slight smiles, but they laughed out of the blue: “Though you would love to play this warm card in front of me to find memories, remember clearly that I did not lose any memories, and that you are not required to remind me of all the good or warm things that have happened in the past. It is a waste of time to impress me in this way. ”

He'd rather not talk, just stand here and have a good dream.

One word broke her dream again.

Seasonal Warm closed her eyes, then opened her eyes, sat up, raised her hand and rubbed her hair, some tired said: "I've been working hard in the new office building for the past few days, and I didn't expect to be able to sleep sitting here.” She makes a mockery of herself when she says this: “Mo Jingdeep, if you don't talk, it's really nice and special to see, but you poke directly at people's hearts right now. ”

“Really? ”

She smiled, "Don't you think? ”

The man just looked at her and didn't say much.