Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

After the celebration, the studio's interior gathers near the new office building.

Ever since the studio returned that $200 million overnight to Mercer's account, Little Eighth Class has not dared to ask one more question. Although the studio now has a lot of liquidity in its name, the partnership between other investors continues, but SeaWarm is the first time to repay Mercer's account. This… Even if you don't know exactly what happened, you can probably see what the problem should always be with SeaWarm and Mercer.

And that should be a big problem.

Hachi and other colleagues often looked at the season warmer, and the more quiet her expression made them worry.

“Boss, if you are in a bad mood lately, this side of the studio has moved in anyway. With so many employees, and Xia's presence, you can actually rest for a while.” Hachi said.

“Studios have evolved to this point independently, and I'm glad it's not too late. I don't feel bad.” Seasonal warmth held a bottle of beer, but did not drink it, but swayed it gently twice in her hand and placed it on the coffee table.

Hachi also wanted to ask a few more questions, but Xia Tian kept giving her eyes next to her. She didn't dare to ask a single question. She could only take the wine from the season's warm hands and give her another glass of fruit juice: “Now that we have more and more models in the studio, Xia is vice president, there are a lot of people in various departments, boss, your mental state needs to relax. Why don't we book you a ticket to travel to H City for the next few days, why don't you go on vacation? ”

“Didn't I just come back from vacation a while ago?” Seasonal warmth picked the eyebrows.

“What vacation did you take? How do we not know? ”

“The week of my sudden and mysterious disappearance.” Season-warming hands held on to his chin, fingers lighting their cheeks gently, smiling and not smiling: “I went on vacation that week secretly. ”

Seasonal warmth clearly didn't mean to go on vacation. Hachi and Natsumi looked at each other.

Xia Tian did not speak, but turned her eyes to see the season warm and quiet without much talk, and looked at her hands again.

“You've been back so long from America, I've never asked you, what's wrong with the marks on your hands?” Summer sweet points to the season warming burn on the back of her hand and wrist that still hasn't completely subsided: “Last time I mentioned it, you didn't say anything, then I applied a concealer to my hand every day, and I forgot to ask again. ”

She dragged Seasonal Warm's hand over and over again and looked at it: “It's been a long time, your skin used to be white and tender, now this mark is obviously hot, when, where, how did you hurt such a large piece? ”

“Nothing, just an accidental burn. ”

“Boss, don't apply concealer in the future. Stick to skin care and scar removing ointment. It's just a little red. It's not obvious if you don't look closely. It's not going to be there for a while. If the effect of scar healing on concealer stuff affects you, don't use it again.” Hachi's voice was gentle, reaching out and touching the warm hands of the season: “Such a big piece must have hurt a lot. ”

Seawarm looked at her hands and remembered the deep and hot life, and now she had finally left such a horrible place and finally returned to the sea city, but she had to jump from a strange fire pit into a fire pit she was familiar with.

She always looked forward to returning to Haicheng sooner.

But now it's finally back.

The topic was drawn away by the seasonal warmth, and finally the recent emotional problems of Xia Tian. The atmosphere at dinner was rekindled by the unusual emotional experience of Xia Tian. Everyone was laughing and the phone of the seasonal warmth rang.

I picked up my phone and looked at the phone number. Seasonal warmth picked it up and fed it faintly.

When he heard what the people on the other side of the phone had said, his face was calm and calm: “I see. ”

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Galaxy Bar in the heart of Haicheng.

The elegant blues sounded, the slow songwriters in the bar sang with a guitar, the young men and women hugged, caressed, obscured and ambiguous on the dance floor.

Seasonal warmth crossed the dance floor without much expression. She wore the soft white dress that she had just worn when she left the party. The bar was similar to the noisy combination of a bar and a clear bar. It was very crowded and hot. She took off the silk scarf with the collar and threw it into the bag, missing the cover of the silk scarf. The V-shaped collar exposed the skin around her snow and white collar without being overly nude, but still attracted attention from the many men around her in the dark dance floor.

It's just that her eyes don't look like she's coming to a place like this to spend the night drinking and hanging out.

Her frigid and indifferent expression attracted attention. She quickly walked inside and went to what Qin Shiting said on the phone.

Qin Shiting said that Mo Jing was very drunk and made a phone call to get Seasonal Warm to pick him up.

Qin Shiting was going to chase away the accompanying girl who had been hanging around their card bag for half a day, and no one was going to ignore her. As a result, in the moment when the season warmed up just appeared, it was always just a quiet drinking ink scene. Suddenly, she pulled the accompanying girl, who happened to fit next to him, directly onto the couch next to him. Although she did not hold the girl's waist, she directly took the expensive bottle of alcohol in the other hand, opened it herself, and joked slightly with the girl who had jumped on her face.

Mo Jing clearly didn't get drunk, but if he wasn't drunk, a woman who obviously just didn't have an expression and didn't even bother to look at the hospitality offered here, he took the initiative to drag her to sit down at this moment.

He never messes with women on weekdays.

Even Anshu's third offer was made only once because Shine's brand's counter was in trouble at the mall, which was just to deal with the problem and dispute.

A man who has no interest in all women except the warmth of the season, and now he's holding a stranger to his side with a cheap, stingy perfume smell?

That's him, Mom. Was it really the divorce?

Qin Shiting was just about to let the old liquor seller continue to lean deep into Mo Jing to get away, but Yu Guang at the corner of his eyes saw the faceless season warmth coming from the dance floor, just lifted up to chase people's hands at the time, surprised that season warmth actually came so quickly.

Qin Shiting raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. He suddenly put down the glass in his hand and got up to stop Ji Wen: “Wait a minute, don't go there yet, he's drunk too much, go with me to get some antidote before coming back...”