Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warm phones just rang in the room, Mo Jingdeep across the room came out, heard the cell phone ringtone in her room, and glanced at the empty bowl on the staff when they pushed the dining car out.

Looks like she likes it.

Meanwhile, Hu suddenly walked out of the elevator with a huge bunch of roses. After coming here, he saw the depth of the ink standing outside the door, and suddenly embarrassed himself: “President Mo...”

The man's side looked at what was in his hand, 299 red roses glittering.

Mojing frowned silently: “What is this? ”

“This flower...” Xiao Hu coughed: “The same city courier just arrived and said it was for President Ji. ”

At this time, Seasonal Warm suddenly opened the door and saw the flowers in Xiao Hu's arms.

She subconsciously raised her eyes and looked at Ink deep. Although she knew that Ink deep had done all sorts of things to her that were deeper and heavier than these flowers, she knew that he would never do anything so faint on the surface, that he rarely did things like send roses or gifts, but the flowers suddenly appeared in front of him...

Like, it's a little bit different.

She had just received a call from the same city express saying that a gentleman had ordered roses for her.

The fact that she stayed at this hotel, apart from Mo Jingshen and Xiaohu, was known only by another person.

Yesterday, while she was resting at the hotel, she took a boring photo from this perspective downstairs and sent it to a circle of friends, accompanied by the words, "This trip is unusually painful.

The last time I “dated” my aunt's son didn't specifically contact her anymore, but they added WeChat to each other. After seeing her circle of friends, my aunt's son asked her where she was traveling on business, and said that he happened to be in Beijing City these past few days, asking if he wanted to come out and meet her.

Then season warm refused, and after a few casual conversations, he learned that she was in the hotel, but season warm said it was not convenient to meet friends, so he didn't come to see her.

Turns out I didn't expect to send a bunch of roses this morning...

It's a gesture of goodwill, she understands.

But this flower was sent to the depth of the ink...

Xiao Hu held the flower station there, she dared not go to see the dark face of Ink scenery, and saw that Season Warm had come out again, so instinct had to give the flowers to her.

Mo Jing squinted his eyes: “Bring it here, put it down. ”

After a stroke, the moment before the flowers were about to fall into the warm arms of the season, he turned around very resolutely and placed the flowers on the nearest and table-high dining car beside Ink View, and quickly retreated away from the danger ahead.

It is the latest to pick bright red roses that have been airlifted to the country, with clean water beads and lovely beads.

Ink took a deep glance at the heart card on the flower, the bony fingers pulled it out, clamped it between the fingers and swept it, then the eyebrows were visibly heavy and cold.

Seasonal warmth had not yet been reflected, and a man was seen throwing cards directly into the garbage truck of a housekeeper passing by.

Seasonal warmth glared up at him unbelievably: "Ink, what are you doing throwing my stuff? ”

She was very ashamed of herself for being so slightly moved and soft about him just now.

Ink glanced deeply at the very eye-catching rose, and then glanced at her face: "You like red roses, I'll give you one every day in the future. ”

“I don't want it! ”

“Then this bundle is unnecessary.” The man whispered, picking up the flower at will and throwing it in the moment the garbage truck had pushed over.

Seasonal warmth rushed past, hugging the man's lifted arms a moment before a bunch of roses were about to cruelly fall into the garbage truck: "It's good to have flowers sent to me, why are you ruining what others have given me? ”

Mojing looked down at the little woman and squeezed her eyes.

He remembered that before the divorce, there were not a small number of men who were courting Seasonal Warm, and many flowers were sent to her studio, but they were basically rejected by her or thrown out directly.

She was simply decisive at the time, and had no meaning for any man to approach.

Now that this is the bondage of no marriage, can you even say that you don't want to spoil the feelings of others?

He stared at her black-eyed: "In order to grab a flower, was he so agile when he rushed over? Your stomach hurts? ”

In this case, there is already a dangerous warning.

Seasonal warmth glanced at him and turned back to the room with flowers, slamming the door shut.

Ink looked deeply at the closed door in front of him and just felt the temple protrude jump.

It is rare to find a little warmth that is interrupted by this bouquet of flowers that highlight it.

He shouldn't have left the man she was dating from the beginning!

……

In the morning, in the name of MN Group, Seasonal Warm went with Shine Group to visit an exhibition hall in Beijing City and did some exchange work. Since there will be an important exchange dinner at night, we will be free to go back to the hotel for lunch.

Having just had porridge in the morning, she didn't want to eat too cold or too light at noon, so she went to a small shop nearby to eat a large bowl of rice wire, and finally walked back to the hotel with a warm belly.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw that huge bunch of 299 flowers that I had put in the room were missing, leaving only three red roses in a thin glass vase.

She stared at the three roses, because the roses her aunt's son had given her were expensive, not just a few bucks a rose flower on the market, so she could tell at a glance that the three were her 299!

The season warmly went out and knocked on the door deep in ink, until the door opened. The man who had just changed his clothes looked at her and opened the door. At the same time, he cleaned the cuffs of his shirt and asked slightly: "Didn't he say he was coming back to rest? Is this about going into my room to rest? ”

The man turned around and said, "You don't have to ask her to come in."

Seasonal Warm stood in front of the door and saw the same glass vase on the table in his room with the same three roses.

“Deep in ink, where are my flowers? ”

After the season warmth asked, I watched the man buckle his cuffs, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and opened his face calmly: “Such an expensive and beautiful red Bulgarian rose, put only in your room to be sunbathed and wait for the apoptosis, it was a waste, I asked Xiaohu to take it out to the guest room and tell them to divide each room into several pieces. ”

Seasonal warmth looked at him shocked: "Someone gave me a rose, you split it it for me?! ”