Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Shen Moo distantly saw the season warmth sitting on the balcony. He laughed directly at the meat skewer in his hand and greeted the season warmth, indicating that the season warmed up and ate with everyone.

Season Warm waved her hand with a smile. Shen Moo continued to wave at her and even said a few words to the people beside her. Then the group of people who were barbecueing waved at Season Warm and kept yelling for her to come down for a bite to eat. Together, it was lively and lively.

Seasonal Warm wanted to say that she had just taken a bath, and then went down to eat BBQ all over her body, but everyone was so enthusiastic. She had just returned home. Exactly when she needed to interact with people, she couldn't be too isolated or out of group. Think about it, or she turned around and took a thin coat and walked out.

The weather is hot, but the sea breeze at night is still a bit tidy and cool. Seasonal warmth was filled with a large amount of roasted meat skewers just after passing. Seasonal warmth greeted everyone, and then sat on a bench beside them, chatting with people walking beside them from time to time.

Shen Moochan came over and sat next to Season Warm and gave her a can of newly opened beer: "Want a drink? ”

“I rarely drink cold these past few years. ”

Shen Moo nodded, didn't force himself, took the wine back, took a sip, then ate the meat skewer and looked at the unending surface of the night. He said, "The time is so fast, the blink of an eye is three years gone, I really didn't think of Mo...” He said softly: “I really didn't expect President Ji you have really changed a lot now, the edge of the last plane back home made me think that everything seemed like three years ago, nothing had changed, but now it also seems necessary to admit that you are really different. ”

The moment he just had, he was just accustomed to shouting at Seasonal Warm and wanted to call Mrs. Mo again, which was probably suddenly reflected, so he changed his mouth again, called President Seasonal.

Seasonal warmth, as if he didn't hear the change in tone, smiled and handed him a large piece of meat skewer: “I can't eat that much, you can help me eat it. ”

Shen Moo laughed, took it, but didn't eat it. Instead, he put it on a clean piece of white oil paper next to the bench. Then he drinks and sits closer to the warm side of the season.

Seasonal warmth is no hiding. Anyway, he is an old acquaintance with Shen Moo, and he knows the score better.

Until Shen Moo came close and said in a voice that only she could hear, "Are you really not going to have anything to do with Mu anymore? ”

Season warm smiled, didn't answer, just asked for a can of ambient beer with the person passing by, opened it and touched Shenmu for a drink, took a sip and said faintly: “I've had dinner at night, can't eat much now, just sit here for a while, do you need me to drink a few more? ”

Shen Moo talked about the wine and touched on her. Seeing the warmth of the season was so resolute, he didn't even intend to talk about it one more time. He simply didn't say more. After the two of them had finished a can of beer together, Seawarm stopped drinking and stopped eating. He just sat here and blew the sea breeze and looked at the lively crowd by the barbecue.

From time to time, the head of a Haicheng real estate company sat down to talk to her, and Ji Wen laughed and talked a few words. She didn't go back until almost 9: 00.

There was a young man on her way back to the resort villa in that direction, chatting casually as they walked.

Almost to the villa, Seasonal Warm inadvertently stepped on a pebble on the ground that didn't know where to roll from. Almost fell again, and the people next to her reached for her, and Seasonal Warm laughed and suddenly drew out her hand.

So you said a few words to me, and the palm of the other party seemed to have the touch of the white and tender wrist that you had just held on to her, and saw the season warm in the light of the holiday night, even if it was just an unusual smile, still looked forward to Shinghui. The head suddenly asked: “Although discussing the age of a woman is a little rude, Season President, are you still at the right age for marriage? ”

Seasonal warmth doesn't change color: "Really? Not many women don't intend to get married after 30 years old. How old am I? ”

“Ha ha, I mean, haven't heard of any boyfriends around Mr. Season who are dating, don't know if Mr. Season is too low-key right now so he hasn't had a public relationship, or is he really single? ”

Seasonal warmth smiled and lifted her hand and shook her finger gently, meaning to keep it a secret: “Can't say, can't say. ”

“Isn't it true that there are some kind of men who are not in this circle of the business world who can't easily introduce them? ”

Seasonal Warm still had a mysterious smile on his face. He succeeded in blocking the other party from saying what he wanted to say. Once he knew that she might not be single, he couldn't say much more. He could only say some words of blessing with a little courtesy and regret. Until he sent Seasonal Warm to the front and back of the villa door, he turned to the nearest resort villa in the back.

Seeing the man go, the season warm picked up the eyebrows, took off the thin coat with the smell of sea breeze, held it in his hand, and turned around easily to walk into the villa.

As a result, she walked to the door and suddenly saw a figure standing there. She paused and immediately raised her eyes directly to Ink's deep gaze and hit a familiar and unfamiliar pair of dark eyes.

Seasonal warmth and leg opening motion directly stifled, when I just walked over, I didn't even notice that Mo Jingsheng was actually here.

There are a lot of villas in this resort area, there are a lot of people living in each villa, but she really doesn't know which one Mojingshen lives in. After all, he didn't live here last night. Although she saw Shenmu just tonight, she subconsciously thought Mojingshen was gone.

He just stood there.

Apparently he heard the conversation she was having with the man.

Seasonal warmth returned to God after a short stroke, just as passing by coincidentally encountered a general nod of courtesy and alienation to him, but did not open his mouth to call President Mo, let alone call his name directly.

Mo Jing Deep stood there and did not do anything because of her nod.

Seasonal warmth glimpsed a cigarette between his fingers, although it had lit, but he was not in a hurry to smoke. There was a white smoke circling in front of him, and the man looked at her through the smoke and his eyes were clear.

In the warm impression of the season, Mo Jingdeep smokes, but he rarely smokes, or has been together that long, and she has never seen him smoke.

I didn't expect him to carry a cigarette with him now.

She felt a very faint tobacco scent on him today while playing darts, but she didn't pay much attention at the time.