Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mo Jingdeep only looked at her, but she didn't talk, but her eyes were deep.

Seasonal warmth looked at him with no expression on his face, staring directly at him. “It's been a long day, I'm tired, and it takes a long drive to get to the hotel, right? Then I'll get some sleep in the car. ”

Then he closed his eyes.

The dark face of the ink scene is slightly heavy.

But the season warmth leaned directly towards the door and curled up like he was really going to sleep for a little while, and he almost sighed.

This woman really wants to set it up right now. She can do whatever she wants in front of him.

It's my wings that are hard.

……

The car stopped in front of the Shengtang Hotel door. After Hu stopped the car, he took a moment to look backwards through the rear view mirror: “President Mo...”

Two words had just been said, and the man's cold eyes made him look past, indicating that he would shut up.

Little Houton swallowed his throat, and although it was no surprise to see it, he looked back a little shocked.

Has he ever heard of a cold, invisible female total turnover, or is that all the news he's heard is untrue?

He can't believe he sees the season sleeping on General Mo? And Mo's got a temper holding her?

President Mo and President Ji are really... not only is there a situation, but this is unusual...

Don't open your eyes, Xiao Husheng didn't dare to look again. Before you noticed that Seasonal Warm seemed to fall asleep by the door, but how did he turn to General Ink after he fell asleep? He really didn't pay much attention.

Whatever it is, he just needs to get out of the car quickly.

Little Beard got out of the car and didn't take the car keys away, leaving them the space in the car.

Mojing looked deeply at the quiet sleeping face in her arms. Bone-split fingers were shaved on her face. She fell asleep herself. When the car turned, her body suddenly fell on his side. It also happened that she almost pillowed it directly on his thigh. He simply grabbed the back of her head with his palm, and then the woman arched directly into his arms as if she were sleeping comfortably.

A woman wearing a yarn dress and a long dress is now bowing in the back seat, using the force of his hand behind her head, just like that pillow to continue sleeping in his arms, and still the same, no matter how precautionary she usually falls asleep, but as long as it is in his arms, she will definitely continue to fall asleep, no half will mean to be awakened.

The car is extremely quiet and the hour has been pointed at 11: 30 at night.

In this bustling part of the city, the number of cars passing at night has not decreased, and from time to time the lights in front of the cars are rapidly passing outside.

Mo Jingdeep did not rush to wake the season warm, even felt so quiet and quiet to stay together, she would not resist and would not stare at his quiet and smooth appearance because of his intimacy, fingers caressed gently on her hands, although not comfortable sleeping in the car, if she intends to sleep in his arms like this overnight, then let her sleep.

After not knowing how long, Mo Jingdeep in the quiet car, looking at the car dragon outside the car, his fingers crossed her hair again, suddenly heard what was being said in her mouth.

“Ink depth...”

Man frowns: “Hmm? ”

Seasonal Warm initially thought it was impossible to fall asleep in the car, but I didn't expect not only to fall asleep, but then I seemed comfortable sleeping and had a dream.

In her dream, she saw Mo Jing deeply sitting in the Shine Group's office. As she had seen every time, he was serious at work, full of atmosphere of superiors, handling any incident of the company was thunderous enough, even more handsome when thrown in the direction in front of the door, in the face of this man, there was silence and calm, and there was a scenery that was his own.

She was about to go in and say hello to him, and she saw a man behind him.

Yong Yan!

He looked at the season warmth in front of the door flat, then turned around to pick up the coffee he had just cooked. His hand was still touched by Yongyan's hand. Yongyan stood beside him with a smile on his face. Yongyan still had some documents in his hand. He fell down and talked to him about the documents directly on his desk. When he leaned over, the scenery in the collar of his clothes was revealed. Mojing looked deeply as if he was moving. He reached down and put Yongyan in his arms and sat down on his leg. Then the two people began to hug him in the office and finally seemed to kiss him.

Seasonal warmth looked stunned and rushed in to pull Yong Yan away from his arms. In the end, not only did they hug him tightly, but even she reached out to touch them, but found her hand pounding empty on them, she couldn't touch anything.

The two men still kissed in front of her unscrupulous, and while she was bearing the deep kiss of ink, she took off her shoes and wore the kind of stockings she often wore in the office, which seemed pure and similar. The feeling twisted in Mojing's arms, the two kissing hot and no-one else seemed to want to pretend that the office was free to go. As in the hotel room of the bed, I saw Ink's deep hand to hold Yongyan's face, and the lips of the two were as if they were glue and paint.

Seasonal warmth feels like it's going to blow up, so I can't even push two people.

She wasn't even in Haicheng when Yong Yan followed Mo Jing deep. She was still in London. How could she have stopped all this...

But Mo Jingdeep, this shameless man, just stood up for her, bought her a painting, and turned his eyes and hugged Yong Yan, it was just a piece of scum! A complete piece of shit!

“Summer... bastard...”

Ink depth: “…”

Seasonal warmth fell asleep, suddenly frowned tightly, as if he was suffering from some great anger, his hands still twisted on him, as if he was not relieved, his feet also slipped on the car door.

Mo Jing deeply pressed her little hand, which she had made into a fist in her sleep, and approached her mouth to hear the words in her dream clearly, but what she heard was that she was calling his name again, and then started cursing him again.

The man's clean face lagged behind, his eyes closed and he fell asleep, but he still didn't forget to scold his woman.

Seasonal warmth suddenly felt the surrounding air was not good in the dream, as if there was some kind of pressure, even more because his hands wanted to wave, but as if he was held, his subconscious eyes opened, suddenly crashed into those dark eyes, deep as ink, as if an attractive vortex, in the silent deep sea, sucked people into, there was nowhere to escape.

The man stared at her coldly: "What did you just say? Hmm?”