Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Season Warm wanted to take her hand back but couldn't take it back until she had to nod her head and Mo Jingdeep let go of her hand.

After eating, the man really insisted on rubbing her medicine, forced her to sit on the couch, lifted her back to his direction, and helped him rub the medicine very lightly, like he was afraid of hurting her, but it could not be applied to the skin without pain, the season was warm and patient, silent, only lips watched the action gentle and unspoken man.

Knowing what she was doing, Mo Jingdeep didn't poke through her, but her hand was extremely patient.

Sister-in-law Chen came out of the kitchen and saw this scene. She returned to the kitchen with a smile on her face, in case to disturb them.

“I'll do it myself.” After the right hand is finished, the left hand remains, and Seasonal Warm reaches for the medicine in his hand.

The man held her down: "Don't move. ”

Seasonwarm looked at him and did not speak, but frowned with little patience, until the man finally let go of her hand, and she immediately backwards and away again, keeping her distance from him.

Mo Jing put the medicine aside without delay, watching the woman still avoid him meters away on the short sofa, Qingjun's eyebrows slightly moved: “Don't be anxious to make your position clear at all times, I know how you feel, I will give you time. ”

It can be seen that Seasonal Warm's heart has been relieved of what happened three years ago, especially when all the truth is in front of her.

But after all, the ditch that he had cut himself still existed. In the past three years, she had grown up alone and had too many indestructible things in her personality.

She needs time.

Season Warm glanced at him, didn't speak, got up and left, habitually closing the door of the bedroom directly and never going back.

Mo Jing got up and walked to the balcony in the living room, picked up a phone and dialed out, dark eyes overlooking the distant sea city view, the phone was turned on for a moment, faintly: “The two months I slept in a car accident three years ago, Ji Wen was always in the hospital? ”

Qin Shiting on the other side of the phone was quiet for a moment because of his sudden and sudden problem. “Almost all of them were in the hospital except for a few days when your mother, Ms. Wanzhu, forced them home. ”

“What does she do every day in the hospital? ”

“Of course it was waiting for you, she had just miscarried, her physical and psychological condition was poor, but she had not shed a tear, calm and horrible, just kept outside your ward door every day, the doctor did not allow her to go in, she stood outside the door like a fool, did not make a scene, she stood tired and sat in a chair outside the door for a while, saw a doctor come out of the ward, she stood up and asked you when you would wake up, day after day, finally because not sure if you could wake up, even your father and mother had to return to normal life, can no longer stay in the hospital every day, but she was just outside, through a door, unable to go in, but refused to leave. ”

Qin Shiting sighed like a warm season in agony: “You know better than anyone what season warmth is like. Before you divorced, you refused to advise any of us, because you were afraid that after listening to this, you wouldn't be heartless at all? ”

Ink's deep gaze was set in a direction outside the window for a long time, without speaking.

Qin Shiting: “What's wrong? Seasonal Warm is now living too loud and colorful. There is no need to rely on you at all. Does it not feel good to have your own woman completely out of control? ”

Ink depth: “…”

“Now you're asking me this, do you want to feel all her pain for once? You were sleepless at the time, so much pain that she had to hide all the regrets and sorrows of abortion in her heart, because there was nothing worse than the news that you could never wake up again, no matter what your reasons, the first thing to open your eyes was divorce, you didn't even give her a buffer time, I can't imagine how much she loved you so much that she tried to save you once and for all while you were cold in the face, she would still smile and talk to you every day, as if as long as you lived was the greatest motive for her, nothing would stop her, but finally, she still collapsed 708 times, and you were the murderer, right? ”

Seeing Mo Jing Shenzhen never spoke, Qin Shiting laughed again: “Last time her friend came to the hospital with a child, we talked a few words. She didn't mention you at all, and she wasn't even interested in you at all. From what I can see, it's hard to interact with her any more. It's hard to even want to meet her, isn't it? ”

After a moment of silence, Mo Jing swept the door not far from her eyes, fading away: “Well, it's hard. ”

Qin Shiting: “What's wrong? You're upset? Want me to come over and have a drink with you, buddy? Give me the coordinates and I'll cry with you for a while. ”

Ink view deep without expression: "Orlando International. ”

Qin Shiting chuckled: “You really live in that place for three years, you have lost your wife by yourself. At this time, you should either talk to someone in MN Group or at some business rewarding wine table. Tell me about you. Now you look like a wife and stone. Who should I show you? ”

Mu Jingshen was not concerned about Qin Shiting's sarcasm. He hung up the phone and turned his eyes to the closed door of the bedroom.

Seasonal warmth often sleeps for two days, and it is still noon, and she is unlikely to be able to fall asleep, but does not get out of the bedroom.

He threw his phone on the couch without any pause, let alone any hesitation to reach out and unscrew the door handle. This is where he lives. Seasonal Warm knew that even if she locked it inside, it would be useless, so she simply didn't do it. There was no backlock, and the door opened smoothly.

The curtains were closed in the bedroom, and the light fell in the living room at the moment when the door opened, and the seasonal warmth of sitting on the bedside carpet shocked, lifting his gaze and looking at the man walking towards him.

“What are you doing?” She asked subconsciously.

Mo Jing was silent and pulled her out of the carpet and put her on the bed.

“Ink depth.” Seasonal warmth frowned unhappily when he came to hug him again, but the man did not speak.

Seasonal warmth and anger: “deep in ink! ”

“I give you time to sit on the floor and blow a 20-degree air conditioner. It's not ready. Wanna catch another cold? ”

Seasonal warming didn't notice the temperature of the air conditioning. I just sat here and felt hot. When I picked up the air conditioning remote, I pressed it a few times, but I didn't expect it to reach such a low temperature.

Sit on the floor. What's wrong? She was sitting on a carpet, not directly on the floor next to her, and she used to sit on the floor like that when she couldn't sleep at night in England and get used to it.