Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

When held to the table, Seasonal Warm looked at the dishes on the table that were apparently just coming from a hotel.

Seasonal Warm: “Am I not a wounded man? Can you eat something so greasy? ”

The man put her on the dining chair: "It's vegetarian, not that greasy. ”

Seasonal Warm did not speak any more. She only reached out and pulled down her shirt's hem. She tried to block as much of her thigh as possible. When the man glanced at her, she still had no expression on her face, but after all, there were all kinds of questions she didn't understand. As she picked up the chopsticks, she asked: "Yes, is that Su Zhi Lan's death really related to you...”

“Eat. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

She looked at him again, and she was really hungry. Anyway, she had to eat this meal. There was nothing to talk about. She lifted up the chopsticks and started eating, but she also ate a few dishes. These dishes sold well and tasted good, but maybe because of the fact that she had just woken up, she really couldn't eat much. She wasn't interested in these dishes after eating them.

In addition to a few vegetarian dishes, there was a very light steamed fish, and after eating the stuffed fish meat, it tasted good, but it was a little short of a fire, and she couldn't help but say: "The level of cooking in the back of the hotel near Orlando International is not so good right now. ”

It's strange to think that the food sitting here shouldn't taste so bad, but I haven't really figured out how to feel bad.

Mo Jing deeply helped her fill the soup, sniffing words and looking up at her, faintly: “When you can't wake up busy looking after you, you expect me to take the time to cook for you? ”

Seasonal warmth bit the chopsticks and stopped talking at once.

Oh, yeah.

Every time she used to live in Orlando International, Mo Jingshen would personally cook for her even if she came back late at night. She could almost eat the delicious food he made with his own hands every time here. In the royal garden, there was Sister Chen. Elsewhere she might order take-out or she could cook by herself, but in Orlando International, she did eat him often.

Turns out she just had a strange feeling of falling back just because of this place.

The man put the soup in front of her and stopped talking to her: "Eat. ”

Seasonal warmth looked across the street at the cold, deserted man, thinking of all the dreams of the light leaving the land, slowly lifting his lips.

Those dreams are not mentioned yet, what he said must go back to where he came from, anything in his life trajectory can be temporarily ignored, but he hasn't been to the office for two days and has been taking care of her?

Heard that he had hardly taken a day off since taking over the Shine group, the man now seemed extraordinarily less affectionate than the original one, but had extraordinary patience with her.

She lowered her head to eat, perhaps to show that she wasn't really unable to eat because of this feeling of lag, and simply ate a large bowl.

Although she felt much better, after all, she had been bullied by the two kidnappers for two more days. Her physical weakness could not recover at once. She sat at the table and did not move, but her mind was already planning to go back to bed and get some sleep, waiting for her physical and mental state to recover.

But it seems inappropriate for her to continue to live at Orlando International.

After all, it's been such a long divorce.

Sear Warm didn't think she was a vengeful person before, but in this matter deep in Mo Jing, she found that although she wasn't obsessed with the past, she wouldn't tear her heart apart and make a scene, but she still had quite the vengeance.

“My phone and everything in my bag must have fallen into the sea with your car. I can't reach anybody right now. You should have a phone here. Can I make a phone call?” She asked.

The man stared at her for ten seconds, and as Seasonal Warm was preparing to explain why he was borrowing his phone, he wrote down: “I lived here before the injury was complete, and I'll send someone to your office to notify you. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

She hasn't even said why.

Mo Jingdeep walked towards her and looked down at her still pale face: “Go back to your bedroom and rest. There's no clothes for you here. I'll send someone to the mall to buy them and buy some supplies you can use, hmm? ”

Seasonal warmth sat at the table, lips wrapped, and a moment later said: "You can't even have one of my inners here. No pants left, not to mention buy clothes, I'm wearing your shirt in complete vacuum, is that right? ”

Mo Jing Deep: “What's not right? ”

When he saw the face of the tiger at the moment of the season's warmth, he looked like he was taking her with him. He whispered: "Then I'll find it for you. See if you can take one or two of them by accident when you leave? ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

Let Mo Jing deeply help her find her. Pants?

Don't say that now that both of them have lost that legal relationship, even when they weren't divorced before, it seems that he hasn't done it.

The man saw her half unanswered and turned directly to the bedroom.

At first glance, Seasonal Warm said, "I'll find it myself! ”

Mo Jing's deep eyes glanced at her and lifted her chin to point in the direction of the bedroom, fading away: “Go. ”

It's a strange subject to change from borrowing a cell phone from him to searching. Trousers like that?

Season Warm looked at his clear five officials and eyebrows, calmed his face, or reluctantly and quickly walked into the sun.

As he walked, he continued to pull the shirt's hem down, pulling it aside and wondering if Ink Jing Deep was intentional.

He obviously had a shirt that was longer than the underside of this one. She used to wear it. He had long legs. He was taller than her head when she didn't wear high heels, so his shirt usually covered her half of her thigh, but this one obviously wasn't the longest one, so she could barely cover her thigh. Root, I can't even pull the next inch.

While pulling her shirt and walking into the bedroom with her face down, she opened the wardrobe, pulled the drawer and looked inside, turning it over. Turns out there was nothing left of her, not even her things in the corner.

Before she returned the keys to him three years ago, she did come to take everything away, but she collected it quickly and never left a thing behind, but now it seems that she was really serious at the time, and it turns out she didn't have any left.

The man didn't stop her from flipping back and forth, pulling the drawer, standing in front of the bedroom door, single-handedly stuck in the trouser pocket, and glanced at her: “I've asked someone to buy it for you. There won't be any less clothes inside or outside. It'll only be a few hours, hmm? ”

See, there was really nothing, the season warm and heavy pushed the drawer back, his face looked ugly and barely said yes.

But there was no way to keep her legs naked, and she simply opened the cabinet and pulled a loose, soft pair of home trousers out of it - deep in ink, of course.

She was slightly satisfied when she hid behind the cabinet door with her trousers on her back, and suddenly walked out the back of the cabinet door with a deep look at Ink View. She paused.

Then the shame reflected, what was so proud of her when she slept in dark ink...