Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“But... when I went to help feed the old man during the day, Jing Shen didn't even look at me, I didn't dare...” Mo Jia Snow drowned his head.

“Oh, you little girl.” Murpherine hated iron and steel. She shot it on her head: “Let's hope you marry Mo Jingshen on your own. Let's hope something else, you're really going to piss me off. ”

Mecca Snow was silent.

Murpherine lifted her hand, touched her hair, measured her face for a while, and said, "Are all the pajamas I bought you last time still there? ”

“In the cabinet. ”

“OK, then see you tonight, listen to your mother, Mom will definitely find a way to get you in Mrs. Mo's seat, even if you can't sit up in good faith, at least have a Mo child, so that our mothers can live here in peace. ”

“Mom, what do you really want to do...”

“Don't worry about it. Just listen to me at night. In any case, you can't let Season Warm come back to make a fortune.” When Murpherine finished, she dragged Muchasel straight back down the other trail, whispering to her daughter without knowing what she was talking about.

Until the two mothers and daughters walked away, Ji Wen walked out behind the tree and looked in that direction with a faint look.

Seasonal warmth even has a ridiculous idea.

Does this cousin intend to make her daughter stronger in order to continue enjoying herself at Mo's house?

Even if Murpherine had this idea, how could Mugatron be able to do this when he was ashamed to lift his head in front of Mugatron?

Thinking of Tang Tang, an internationally renowned president of Shine Group, falls to the point of being strengthened by the desire to miss the mother and daughter and have a baby.

Tsk, she can only show sympathy.

She wanted to say something back in the lobby and didn't know what to remind him of or ridicule him.

But it was all severely disrupted.

Staring at Mo Jing from the very beginning, Ober knew that this young man was Seasonal Warm's bodyguard and let him in. But how could he be so surprised to see Mo as if he had seen a ghost?

I wanted to sit down strictly, but Mo Jing stared at him without saying a word, and one eye gave a trembling feeling like a needle felt.

He hasn't sat there for half a day.

Until the season warm came back, he turned around and walked behind the season warm, whispering: “Sister warm, this person looks familiar to me. Is it the passerby who invited us to eat beef noodles that day? ”

The warm corner of her eyes shivered and she almost forgot about it. Her mouth was blurred and she answered: “Hmm. ”

“I'll go. What's going on? Aren't you a passerby? Why did you come to Mo's house and meet...”

“Explain later.” Seasonal warmth walked in, his eyes looked straight in the direction of Master Mo, and he also walked that way. As he passed through the deep position of Ink, Master Mo was about to say let her sit there. However, Seasonal warmth quickly bypassed him before he opened his mouth and sat down in the chair beside him.

I was going to strictly come and eat together, but after all, this is the Mo family. Grandpa Mo is still here. Seasonal warmth is not good for this master.

Obergruppe walked in time to the strict side of his face, which still looked like a blush, and he said, “Boy, there's a spare little restaurant in the front hall where you can rest on the couch just after you eat. What do you want to eat, we'll let the back cook finish and send it to you. ”

Strictly though he is an occasional second-degree boy, the rules are still understood. He put his hand on Seasonal Warm, meaning that he didn't have to worry about him, and turned to follow Ober directly. He also succeeded in escaping from the eyes of the man whose nerves were trembling.

Season Warm glanced at the cane next to Grandpa Murray's wheelchair. She didn't pay much attention when she pushed him over before, but after talking to Ober, her eyes couldn't help but look at the cane.

“Grandpa Mo, is this a new cane? The crutch you used in the past, I heard it was your favorite red heart wood. After many years of use, why did you suddenly think of changing the crutch?” Seasonal warmth asked with a smile.

Her voice just dropped and Mo Jingsheng got up at this point, and the tone was extremely faint: “I took the call. ”

Speaking, the man glanced directly at the old man, his gaze was cold and chestnut, and he turned away, his back was pulled out and steady, and he did not slow down.

The restaurant was quiet for a while, but the season was warm and still looking at the old man.

The old man set his mind and took another look at the warmth of the season: “Did Ober tell you about the crutches? ”

Seasonal warmth is silent, but the eyes are silent.

“Just think of it as not knowing.” Mo Jingdeep's attitude was obvious just now, and the old man's words were just a little over the top, and he reached out and went to pick up the wine.

“Grandpa Mo, although this is medicine and wine, you better drink less, and hypertension is the best way to avoid alcohol.” The season warmth did not continue to ask, but he poured some wine to the old man on his own initiative, but only a little less, much less than if he poured it himself.

Seeing that Seasonal Warm is really for his own good, the old man laughed and said: "Yes, Grandpa listened to you. Seasonal Girl should stay at home tonight. Tomorrow morning, let Shenzhen send you home. ”

“No, I drove here myself. I'll leave after dinner. ”

“You stay, I'll let the maid arrange another room for you to stay, you just left, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight because of the trouble sleeping again, do you think you'll have to spend time with me at the hospital?” The old man glanced at her and made it clear that he had to stay overnight. Otherwise, he would definitely lose his temper. His illness is that he cannot lose his temper and must remain in a good mood and joy.

If he can't see the old man himself, he may be able to avoid the same feelings as he did three years ago, but now that the old man is in front of him, he still has the attitude of spoiling his granddaughter-in-law, which is really hard to beat.

……

On that night, Seasonal Warm stayed in the suite in the villa behind the Mo family and was strictly taken to the right room to rest.

Instead of taking a bath as habitually as usual when the season warms into the room, sit in front of the window with a cup of flower tea made by the servant and look down in front of the window.

She didn't put the cup down until she saw the figure of Mejiaxue.

Mulcahoe is very thin. The sensual thin shoulder strap silk nightdress, holding a bowl of unknown things, like a temporarily prepared night snack, just from the perspective of the warmth of the season, Mujiaxue's cheeks are unusual, walking like soft legs shaking, eyes staring at the bowl of things in hand, still have a cowardly look in his eyes, but it is like cheering himself constantly, then carrying a suspicious red face, carefully carrying the bowl, diameter toward the direction of the single villa where the ink view deeply resides ——