Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The man didn't expect the beautiful woman on the dance floor to invite him, and he wanted to walk in with excitement.

However, without waiting for him to come close to the season warm, a black figure had entered the crowd. At the moment when the season warm was still pulling his finger at the man, his sharp eyes stabbed the man's face like a cold sword. At first glance, the walking in was quite cold, and the people around him were still some unknown. So, until the crowd suddenly said, “President Ink, Ink? ”

This galaxy bar is a place where many wealthy people in Haicheng often come to drink, and even if not everyone can recognize the depth of the ink, at least some people who have seen him or worked with him can recognize him.

Suddenly there was a strange silence around the time, and some of the recognised people retreated unconsciously.

And the man who had just been lured into the dance floor by Seasonal Warm had just walked in, and before he had touched Seasonal Warm's hand, he was suddenly grabbed by a handful of wrists.

The man stunned for a moment and only heard a cold and icy word: “Roll -”, which had not yet been reflected, was dragged back by a company vice president behind him, dragged him directly away from the “battlefield” in front of him, so as not to be affected.

The man was unhappy, so many people by the dance floor, but the beautiful woman waved at her alone, just about to go back, heard a deputy general nervous said: “That was the president of Mercer Group! How many brains have you got to rob him of a woman? ”

Seasonal warmth didn't stop, she was about to continue to hook her fingers to the other side. Anyway, someone failed to recognize him in this scene, and she smiled and hooked him up.

Yet in the shock of the crowd, Mo Jing directly held Seasonal Warm's hand and took the person away with no expression.

Seasonal warmth did not resist or struggle. When she was taken out of the crowd, she stunned for a moment. She could see how powerful Mo Jingdeep was. She turned her eyes towards Qin Shiting, who glanced at her and gave her a look that made her want more blessings.

Instead, she smiled at her lips. She didn't think that she would look back and smile at the direction of the crowd. Behind her came the voice of the group of men whistling. All she felt was that the bones that had already been pinched on her wrists were almost crushed for a moment. The whole person was dragged hard forward and nearly hit the man's shoulder.

Seasonal Warm couldn't see Mo Jingdeep's expression, he only knew that his hands were very hard, he knew that he could barely keep up with his footsteps, dragged away from the crowd with a tow. When he went to a place where the crowd was small, he took her straight to the bathroom where no one was for the time being, and then banged and closed the door.

Then, just the next moment, she was suddenly pressed hard by the man on the door panel, her back hit the door panel with a raw pain, her face was only a little white, and she raised her face and looked at the man's shady, cold face.

“What? Isn't it indifferent? That pisses you off?” Seasonal warmth leaned against the door, and at the same time it was affixed to the arms of a man, so that he was confined to freedom, with no intention of escaping or avoiding at all, just smiling at him.

No need to look closely, she knows it's a men's bathroom.

It's just that the Guests at the Galaxy Bar are exceptional, so even the bathroom is clean and even has a hint of sandalwood in the air.

But the first thing she smelled in her nose was a gentle wine and a familiar, grassy smell on a man, as usual.

She's still laughing, smiling softly as if it wasn't provocation, the usual unattackable face suddenly beautiful as if it was full of aggression, different beauty. The taste of colour makes the man's eyes calm with instant ice marks.

In his eyes, the season warm and fearless to shake off the hand that he was trapped in her wrist, while holding two slender arms around his neck, his body resting on his chest, the corner of his mouth with a smile: “Ink Jing Deep, if you have the ability to continue to be indifferent, play hard or play hard, I do compare to you, I can also compare with you a little bit to see who can do worse, if you like to play this, I will play with you! ”

The man squinted his eyes and looked at her up close in the obscure position of being caught by her neck: “How dare you come to such a place? ”

“It's just a drink and a dance. Am I really too far away from the men who covet me? I've listened to you too much before. You keep me away from the men, I'll stay away. I can't be good. I haven't even received a flower from another man. Now that you can sit around with a woman who sells alcohol, can't I invite a man who's interested in me to dance? ”

Seasonwarm laughed and looked up at him. His arms still held his neck and his breath moved forward like an orchid against his lips. The smile in his eyes was cold: “After the divorce, I had nothing to do with you. Do you care about me? ”

Another part of her dress was translucent, her hair wrapped around her neck and a hint of coldness blended with brandy wine, quickly encroaching on some of the air in the bathroom.

Season warm spoke deliberately on his lips, and the man suddenly pinched her chin, almost pinching her strength.

Seasonal warmth still has a fearless smile on his face: “Mo Jingdeep, if you can do this, you just strangle me here. ”

The sight that popped out of his eyes really wanted to strangle her.

He just restrained it.

Seasonal Warm clearly sees his restraint. As usual, he is too restrained to show off in any way. He can hold all his thoughts and emotions, so that no one can know what he is thinking and what he is going to do.

He suddenly let her go, took a step back, stopped touching her, and his eyes restored their original calm.

“Seasonal warmth, the trajectory of life is not something you can change if you say so. It's something you should do when you get back to square one.” His tone was faint and his pale eyes were not shocked.

Season warm laughed, as the man continued to back away for a moment, suddenly up the front pulled his shirt collar, while he was not ready, or while he was not planning to do anything against himself, pulled him directly, and then pushed him hard against the wall, so he pressed him against the wall, grabbed his shirt collar with his hands, and learned how to lock him up.

Mojing looked deep and suddenly made the brutal season warm, his dark eyes dropped, and he looked at a woman who was shorter than himself, and he lowered his voice: “Do you think you can hold me down? ”