Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

So, whether to help her, or later when she encountered a bummer, she watched herself grow, but when she needed support, she invested a lot of money in her. It seemed like a very realistic and cold-blooded person, in fact, it was just to exercise her.

So, from the beginning to the present, every step she has taken over the past three years is still in the midst of a profound plot, not even a single mistake.

So, Mr. Saint, her so-called mentor, the people who helped her build the MN group, were all arranged by Mo Jingshen?

Seasonal Warm just feels that some kind of cognition is about to collapse from her mind, and some of the things she's been confused about are gradually becoming clear in her mind.

Her lips moved, so she asked, "So you know everything that's happened in England in the last three years? ”

The man took out one of her pajamas, walked over to help her change it. Seasonal warmth had no strength. At this time, he had no intention of struggling. The struggle was useless anyway. Let the man take off her blouse and help her put on her pajamas, while keeping her and her shoulder hair together so as not to be uncomfortable hiding in her pajamas.

Seasonal warmth leaned back on his chin and still looked at the man's perfectly curved jaw: “Mo Jingdeep, you tell me clearly. ”

The man looked at her like this, his hands still stuck at the tail of her hair, and his long bones broke through her hair: “There are so many things that if I could really manage with one hand, I wouldn't have to force you to divorce and force you to chill out to solve all this, and I always had something that I couldn't resist myself. ”

Season Warm looked at him, didn't speak, the man's hand fell on her back, like a gentle soothing, like to determine what was just inside her. The voice was very quiet and faint: “You were in London for three years, although it was my arrangement, but I really didn't interfere in anything, nor did I probe. The only thing I did was give you to someone who could reassure me before you left. ”

Seasonal Warm looked at the beautiful and deep face of the man in front of him and didn't know how to describe such a man for a moment.

He could be in a state where everything seemed to be eye-catching and quiet, he could save her life with strong self-restraint and push, and let her believe that he really didn't love him, she believed that he really didn't love her anymore, and now she can want to find her back, let her find out that the man's mind was deeper than the sea, turns out she didn't know so much about him.

It was as if she knew nothing from the beginning, she could be free to do anything, she could be avenged for hatred, she could grow up to do what she did, she thought she was now living very successfully, but when she didn't know everything, he knew everything.

The season warmed her lips for half a day without talking, the man saw her eyes were dark, his hands covered her forehead, and then touched her neck: “It was still hot, when you didn't wake up, the heat only dropped to 38 degrees 7, now I'm afraid it's not below 38 degrees, take another temperature test, and if it still didn't drop, I'll find a way to physically cool you down. ”

The man's hand was removed from her neck.

However, the warmth of the season was immobile, sitting on the bed, looking straight at the button on the chest of his shirt, with a slightly astringent opening: “The ink is deep. ”

When she heard the emotions in her tone, Mo Jing took a deep look at her and did not respond, but did not walk away.

Season warmth lifted his eyes slowly, his eyes were red, tears rolled in, for half a day, and he said: "You are terrible. ”

The man squinted his eyes and looked at her complicated emotion, yet to speak, Seasonal Warm suddenly didn't know where the strength came from, like an outbreak suddenly grabbed the pillow on the bed and smashed it hard on him, she didn't yell at him any more, just bite his lips dead, took the pillow hard on his face on his chest and smashed it hard on his shoulder.

If she really wanted to hit him, she wouldn't have used the pillow, but she would have used the pillow to hit him, obviously, but she didn't want to really hit him.

Mo Jing stood still by the bed, let her keep waving her pillow down on him, let her eyes get redder and more fierce, tears in her eyes, can't tell if love is hate, maybe all, love everything he did for her, love him from the beginning to now, hate him strong calm to horrible self-restraint, hate him when she lost her child can drag her from heaven as if nothing had happened.

People are most afraid of love and hate, but she has experienced it. People are most afraid to live too long, but they always fall into the same person, but she has also experienced it!

She was tired, but she hit him hard and hit him on the pillow. The firm white pillow in the hotel was almost deformed by her hands. She didn't know whether more strength was being used to hit him or to pinch the pillow. She only knew that there was nothing to say in the cavity to hold it inside, and if she didn't release it, she really wanted to blow it up.

“Seasonal warmth.” When she was tired, Mo Jing looked down at the woman's cringy eyes and messy hair and whispered her name.

Seasonal warmth, as if she didn't hear it, heard it again as if she had suddenly turned to a more vigorous movement and hit the pillow on his face.

The man suddenly pulled down a pillow that she had been codifying all along, stretched her arm directly into his arms, Seasonal warm's men empty, hit him on his chin without warning, she didn't even pause, more angrily struggled in his arms, with punching and kicking, hands on his neck on his shoulder and even on his face, until she had not even heard the same nail trimmed, but caught several red prints on the man's side face because of too much force, until her tears soaked the material of his shirt in front of his chest, until the ink landscape calmed her down several times, she didn't hear the same still beating on him...

Until the man lowered his head and kissed her tear-soaked, wet and salty lips, and drove straight into the kiss, while pressing her hard on the bed, suppressing the body she had just been moving, locking her with absolute strength, until she gradually paralyzed beneath him, no more moving, but the red eyes looked at him with resentment, the man only sighed slightly on her lips, pity kissed her at the corner of her lips, then kissed her cheek, eyebrows, kissed the salty wetness on her face.

“Well, I just ate a few bites, like you tormented me, I digested it in a moment, I was sick, I got fever, and then I stood still and let you fight, hmm?” The man's hand touched her cheek and lifted her hair on her cheek.

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(Yesterday a chapter was locked up in the cabin, and then more than a thousand words were deleted before it was released. If you don't delete it, you don't need to tell me where to find it.