Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth was brought into the room upstairs of the banquet hotel, she was in the arms of a man and felt that Mojing had been hugging her more and more often lately.

It was never divorced before and it's not as frequent now.

Nor has the oath of sovereignty been as blatant as his.

She walked into the room with her eyes open, and she moved in his arms, and the man looked at her and said, "Which foot is sprained? ”

She was just about to put her on the sofa in the room, but hesitated for a moment. Seeing the warmth of the season, she didn't resist as usual. She was supposed to bend her waist for a moment. She simply held her for a moment and sat on the sofa, letting her sit on his leg, holding her back behind her waist with one hand and lifting her foot with the other hand. “Does it still hurt? ”

Seasonal warmth did not move on his leg. He only looked at the movement of the man with his eyes. His eyelids looked down again at his feet: “It's okay, it twisted slightly, it's okay, it's not serious. ”

Seeing her is not even a chance to seek solace here. Ink put down her dress and put her makeup in her arms, but now she looks like a little woman a thousand miles away because of the discomfort between her eyebrows. He smiled and her voice slowed down a bit: “Jealous? If you don't want to get involved with anyone right now, why are you getting stuck in the bathroom? ”

Seasonal warmth whitewashed his face with no expression: “Miss Yong Er's perseverance and annoyance, I do not care about her. ”

When a man looked at her and mentioned Yong Yan, he didn't look very good. He smiled silently: “I thought you would ignore the end. ”

From Yongyan's appearance in the banquet hall to the whispering among the guests, he sat quietly eating and drinking on the sofa until the season warmed up, as if there was no emotion at all affected.

At last, her face became visibly unhappy, although much of the reason for her unhappiness was because she had been framed and because the other party had no intention of seeking the truth, but had deliberately tried to target her and set her on fire.

Seasonal warmth looked at the long dresses on her skirt that had covered her feet and pressed down the flashing emotions in her eyes: “There was a moment when I suddenly felt that it was good to have a brother who would insist on supporting himself for whatever reason. ”

Mojing looked deeply into her eyebrows and couldn't see his specific color. It was just a gentle and patient curve on her lips: "Don't you have me? ”

Ji Wen only thought about the circumstances of her own life for a moment. She didn't even think about it. She looked up at him when she heard Mo Jingshen's words: “Miss Yong, for your sake, she went to work like a princess in a private interview in micro clothes. Do you already know her identity a few times? ”

“With tens of thousands of employees in the company, no ten or five intern assistants like her, and no extra communication other than work, how could I have deliberately investigated her identity?” Mu Jingshen obviously had no interest in the subject, as if no matter how fierce and self-touching Yunyan had done to chase him, he had only met a few people here, and probably even didn't remember her name at first.

“Really?” Seasonal warmth and indifference: “From what I understand, General Mo, you are an unusually acute insight, such a person close to you, and a person who once appeared in a company in Los Angeles, USA, suddenly people appeared in Haicheng, you never suspected? ”

“What do you think I should have had a special impression on her when I suspected that the number of times I returned home in the last two years could be counted by one hand, a person I had not seen more than a few times in total, and the total time I met her did not exceed two hours in total? ”

Season Warm looked at him and the man's face was apathetic when talking about others, but the tone of patience, which seemed to be just patience for her.

She hesitated briefly for a moment and the knock rang.

“Knock, knock ——”

“Come in. ”

The man's words were too fast to keep the season warm. Before he could get off his leg, Xiaohu had pushed the door in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Season always sitting on Ink's deep leg. Ink held her waist in one hand and put his other hand on her beautiful dress. This pose was like an idol show of a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

Xiaohu stood at the door for half a day and couldn't believe it.

My God, the emotional progress between President Mo and President Ji is inevitably too fast. I was still trying to take care of the pain during the season's period the day before tomorrow. Hu thought that Mo was always prepared to impress each other a little, slowly to occupy the highlands.

But I didn't expect to hold it like this today...

Mo Jing swept him deeply and faintly: “Close the door when you come in or go out. ”

Xiaohu returned to his mind and hurriedly walked in one step, but didn't dare to follow them. He only glanced out when closing the door and then closed it.

“President Mo, the second half of the dinner is a charitable auction, the organizer has left you and President Ji a place to start in about 10 minutes, you and the season always pass now, or should I tell the organizer that you two have gone upstairs to rest? ”

“Does it still hurt? ”

Ink took a deep look at the warmth of the season and her low voice rang in her ear.

Seasonal warmth lifted his eyes against his deep inky eyes, and his face tightened with embarrassment because he was so concerned in front of Xiaohu. Seeing Xiaohu's thief eyebrow over there, he wanted to look at their side and dared not look at them. Seasonal warm mouth smoked: “It doesn't hurt anymore. ”

It's not the first time Mo Jing is just trying to hold her by twisting her feet.

Probably a few glasses of champagne before, and even though she's much better now, the champagne is getting a little stronger, and the warmth of the season lifted her hand and caressed her, like a headache.

Mo Jingdeep: “Did you hit your head? ”

Seasonal warmth turned a white eye: "… no! ”

Mojing put her down, and Seasonal Warm's feet fell down to tidy her dress, as the bending of her body caused the necklace to fall slightly down, and the side next to the necklace moved slightly away from the neck.

Then Xiaohu glanced at her tongue again.

What did he see?

Season president's neck... so obvious a kiss mark!

It's not just hugging, it's reaching a point he didn't even expect?

I didn't expect that when their noble and indifferent Mu was still acute on women, Hu suspected that after a business trip here for a month and a half, Ji had a child directly in his stomach...