Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

By the time we arrived in Beijing, it was already evening, and the only option for this time was to go directly to the hotel, and everything was scheduled after tonight.

In the car, Seasonal Warm and Mojing are seated deep in the rear row, and pick-up drivers from Xiaohu and Jing City are seated in front.

Seasonal Warm looked at the phone for a while, then turned to the sky's Evening Summer, thinking that she was going to be staying in Beijing tonight, and asked, “Which hotel are we staying at? ”

“Shengtang Hotel, Haiyang District, rooms have been booked and you can rest directly when you arrive.” Xiaohu sat in front of him and replied: "President Ji, you just have to finish your breakfast by 7: 00 tomorrow morning. We have a meeting at 7: 30. There's not much going on tomorrow, but in addition to the meeting the day after tomorrow, there is a very important party on this side of the city to attend. Mr. Ji, you should bring a dress, right? ”

“There's a party to attend?” Seasonal warmth provokes eyebrows.

“Yes, it's a charity dinner arranged by the business community on the Beijing side, and it's also rare that Mo always has time to come and attend personally, so this dinner should be more serious and we must be there. ”

Seasonal Warm doesn't prepare dresses, but places like Beijing are as busy as Haicheng, and finding a department store or a tailor-made dress shop is the solution.

When I arrived at the hotel, Seasonal Warm looked up at the legendary Shengtang Hotel in Beijing and thought of another important issue.

“You live on the same floor as me?” The warmth of the season turned to the depth of the ink that had gotten out of the car.

Man's lip line is slightly ticked: “We are traveling together, for the convenience of our company, of course we live on the same floor, otherwise you think? ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

After arriving in the room, Xiao Huben wanted to help Seasonal Warm get her luggage in. After all, the upstairs hallway of the hotel was full of long and thick carpets. The luggage was inconvenient to push and she had to carry it.

As a result, I saw that President Mo was still helping me with my grievances. I didn't need to interfere at all. I felt like I had been in trouble for half a day, so I simply didn't catch up.

The door opened and Seasonwarm looked back at Ink View and reached out to pick up the suitcase: “Here we are, thank you, I'll just...”

The man ignored her and pushed straight open the door and walked in.

Seasonal warmth stared at the man's back and looked at his lips for a long time before walking in: “I put my suitcase here, you don't have to come in. ”

When the man entered the door, he dropped her suitcase directly, and the huge suitcase automatically leaned against the wall by his hand as if he had long legs. The suitcase sounded a little “bang” when it hit the wall.

After a warm season's action, he unconsciously opened the door and walked in. He was about to open his suitcase and start packing his things. He was also trying to show that he was busy and let him leave consciously.

The man only glanced at her beside him, walking his long legs toward her as Seasonal Warm was about to squat down to touch the suitcase.

Season Warm looked at him approaching and held his hand on the lever. He looked at him and said, "You can do whatever you want. I'm not comfortable anywhere these days. Don't talk to me, otherwise don't blame me me for turning my face over with you. ”

The man stood in front of her, bent down and leaned down a little bit.

She squatted down now, but the man stood like this.

This kind of position is a bit of a loser.

Seasonal warmth was not forced by his aura to sit directly in the corner of the wall.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer so that she could clearly feel the man's slight breath blowing on the collarbone, and even more sensitive, his breath blowing through her pores, causing the air around her to be dominated by his breath.

At a distance of half a finger, he stopped approaching, but made Season Warm squat tighter on the side of his luggage.

She has a stomachache and she has to be distracted to cover her stomach with one hand and hold her other hand on the lever to force herself not to squat for a moment and fart. The stock sits on the floor, making it impossible to even reach out and push people.

“Seasonal warmth. ”

The man called her by name, even though she had a name, but being too dumb meant a lot to make her feel that her name was about to be quenched in his voice.

Her face was full of guard: "Why? ”

Mo Jing muttered and laughed: "You don't really hate traveling with me, do you? ”

Even at this moment, even if the center of gravity may have been unstable to sit on the ground, he took his hand off the trolley and tried to stand up. As a result, the man in front of him did not avoid, and she could not just hit it so hard. During this two seconds of stagnation, he actually backed away directly and sat directly on the carpet behind him.

The man approached her very closely and saw her sitting on a thick carpet without getting cold. He didn't even try to lift her up. He was getting closer and closer. It was as if he was whispering and close as if he was going to stick her lips on at any time.

But he never really touched her, and he managed to keep the distance within half a finger.

Bright and nearby, obvious and oppressive, yet as if they were close and not close, invisible as if they were introducing her. Seduce.

Until the man looked at her eyes for a long time, his eyes were heavy, his eyes were about to kiss directly at the moment, the season warm and resolute lifting of his hand blocked his mouth, the man's kiss instantly fell on the back of her hand.

Mo Jing deeply watched her mouth cover-up move, Qingjun's eyebrows move, there is a low alcohol laugh in her throat, and she doesn't compare, lowly: “You like to have your own business, I won't stop you, MN Group is after all your hard work, you can do whatever you want for it, you can spread your wings high, but you can't just fly into someone else's arms, remember what I said when I was at Orlando International? ”

“What proposal?” The season warmed his eyebrows and he had forced the man to the corner of the wall, back against the wall.

“Be Mrs. Mo back. ”

When a man spoke, he had bowed down slightly again. When he spoke, he had let go of his hand. He had suddenly touched his lips, but he had not kissed too deeply. Even though he clearly felt that he had kissed him, he had just touched him so slightly, he had not been pushed too close, nor too much oppression. But the man's breathing and dyeing his dumb voice had made her wonder that one of them had been invaded by him here. Made the same delusion.

“No.” Seasonal warmth didn't even want to say no.

In contrast to the look of her cold refusal, Mo Jing's deep divine color is calm: “I'm not in a hurry right now, sooner or later I'll let this‘ no 'in your mouth disappear automatically and come back willingly. Mrs. Moore, huh? ”

Season Warm didn't want to argue with him, he just lifted his hand and pushed him: “Get out of the way, let me up, I'm not feeling well. ”