Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth is not cold or hot: “Whoever she is, you don't have to explain it to me. ”

The man glanced at her side and said, "The jealousy is choking my nose. What else is there to hide? ”

Seasonal warmth slanted him: “Where do I look like I'm jealous? ”

“It looks like everywhere. ”

“ …… ”

She looked at the direction of the crowd with no expression: “Your Yong Yan is still there, why didn't you answer her just two words? This is the occasion... she's obviously here for you. ”

After a pause, she added: "And they're still looking at you. ”

The man looked at her again and then turned his head too far. He looked at Yong Yan, who was still looking at the crowd in this direction, and said softly and casually: “She was just observing, what exactly was your relationship with me? ”

Season Warm frowned: “What did you tell her? ”

“Say I'm married. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

She put the cup in her hand on the table, her indifferent face said: “All divorced, what married, use me as a shield? What's in your heart? ”

Mo Jing understated: “Without speaking of being married, should we continue to let her come to haunt you with endless hope, or do we want Yongjia to target you? ”

Seasonal warmth chuckles: "Should I thank you for helping me out with all this trouble? The Yong family is not so unreasonable. Although that Yong Cheng is really a bit excessive, I think that what the Yong family wants is more face. They should be too indiscriminate to do it. ”

At this time, there are other partners who have come forward and spoken. I can't wait to talk to Mo Jing deeply.

There were no fluctuations on the deep side of the ink scene, only a faint, humming voice, a casual greeting, still sitting opposite the warmth of the season, no hiding.

It also happens that MN Group partners are nearby at this time, and the season is warm enough to get up and talk to people and no longer sit here.

Until the people close to Mojing had left, Seasonal Warm had not returned, the man sat in his place, glanced at Seasonal Warm as a flower butterfly between those partners, smiled too touching, from time to time took a glass of wine with those people, and from time to time took a look at what documents a partner had handed over, then continued to smile and talk to each other.

The shopping mall is comparable to the social arena, and today's season warmth can see some delicate shadows of the past in private, but at work, when it comes to getting paid, it's like a heavily armed female fighter or one with a smiling face.

Season Warm hasn't come back yet, Mo Jingshen hasn't rushed to call her. She just looked at her figure over there, remembered something, and took out her phone and looked at her.

Opening the WeChat that Seasonal Warm had just fixed for her, she looked at her avatar, the man's lips slightly flashed, and then just lit up the Seasonal Warm circle of friends.

Seasonal WeChat has been in use for almost a year, but only a few circles of friends have been sent.

The first is the night sky in London that she took with her phone, only one photograph of the night sky, nothing written.

The second one, sent two months later, was a messy pile of documents on the desktop of her London office, accompanied by a hard-working expression that wrote three words: the third year.

The third is her two hands and the other two girls' hands, each reaching out to make a pentagram, and Seasonal Warm wrote in the photograph: It's hard to get out of the suburbs, breathe fresh air, how can Ling and Hachi's hands be whiter than mine? I don't like it. It's Summer Summer Summer, far away from Haicheng. Come on! [Groans] [Groans] [Groans] [Groans]

And then the next ones are a couple of London financial reports and a chicken soup about workplace beliefs.

Then, before returning home, she did not send any more circles of friends. After returning home, there was also a blank space. Only two days ago, she took an overlooking view downstairs of the Shengtang Hotel in Beijing City, accompanied by a line of text: This trip was an unusual pain.

Prior to that, in the period since her return, she had not sent a word or a photograph.

She did not say a word about the first time she was reunited with him on her return, or where she would see him again, or about the gradual change in the relationship between the two.

It's like there's no wave inside.

The water in his heart makes a man wrinkle.

Her circle of friends was all about work, work, or friendship, and he might be glad she didn't mention any man, but she didn't mention herself, even a little emotional. Nothing in color.

Mo Jingshen looked at her directly into the circle of friends and made sure that none had fallen. There was really no trace of herself.

Men put their phones down and look at the warmth of the season when they've come back.

Seasonal Warm just said too much, some thirsty, Xiaohu very smoothly put a cup of juice just coming to the table in front of Seasonal Warm. Seasonal Warm walked over and took a sip, then took the cooperation plan just taken from one of the partners and sat on the table to look around.

After a while, she suddenly felt that the air around her was a little low. She lifted her hand and drank the juice. She looked up and saw that Ink was looking at herself deeply.

She said, "What am I doing? Aren't you here to work today? Mo always seemed very relaxed. ”

“President Ji, when we were busy, you didn't pay much attention. A lot of people were haunting him just now. It's also rare to come here to sit quietly for a while. In this formal reward field, everyone is looking at their faces. At first glance, President Mo is sitting here resting, and few people dare to talk all the time.” Xiaohu hits the cavity next to him.

Oh, it's just that Mo BOSS doesn't need any shelves here, just sitting here, someone gives him time to rest consciously, nobody dares come over.

People are different, and she has to get up to joke with those partners or some bosses who have a developing relationship, and then she has to come with the cooperation plan. All he needs to do is sit here quietly and let others admire and worship outside of his temper.

She came to work to negotiate this kind of thing, and he came to work, that is, as long as people arrived.

But why is he staring at her all the time?

We've been together all morning and all night, haven't we?

Season Warm ignored him, lowered his head and continued to look at the documents at hand, then took a pen out of his bag to seriously mark a red circle to the problems in the cooperation plan.

When I saw the season warm work so seriously, Mo Jingdeep didn't talk, I just looked at the woman who was burying her head in front of me and really didn't see him at all.

Thinking that she had been blank in her circle of friends from the beginning of her return to the previous days, the man's face was still not that good.