Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal Warm heard the phone ringing in a coma. She drilled her head out of the quilt and tried to reach out to get the phone. But she just looked forward twice. She only touched the edge of the phone, and she couldn't help but put her hand there and stopped moving.

Cold, sleepy, tired, powerless.

Until the sound of knocking on the door came, the season warm frowned in his sleep, turned over and looked over his head in the direction of the door. Although it was past dawn outside, there was some light already, but it was still not clear in the room, only the way the door panels of the wooden door were knocked on, the people outside knocked not very loudly, but also outside, probably only she could hear.

Seasonal warmth wanted to talk, but the sore voice, looking in the direction of the door, more trance in front of the eyes, accompanied by a slight noise on the door, closed eyes again.

……

The door was knocked for about five minutes, but there was no movement inside. Shenmu stood outside the door worried and turned to the depth of the ink in the black coat.

The reason why Mo Jingsheng stayed in this room for the warmth of the season is because it rained heavily last night and the footprints in the mud all the way outside lead directly here.

There was also a pair of warm shoes that had been worn during the season, but the shoes had been soaked with water, and the heel was covered with mud, so they were thrown out the door, probably for fear of getting into it and getting dirty on the floor of the house.

And none of the other rooms were lit. The only light in this room was on. It seemed like it wasn't going out overnight, but it had been knocking for so long that it was impossible not to hear the alarm during the warm weekdays of the season.

Besides, Seasonal Warm's phone is in there, and her phone rings every time she makes a call. Although the ringtone is small and doesn't wake the neighbor, the familiar ringtone can still make Ink sure that Seasonal Warm is here.

“It's been so long, President Mo, is Miss Ji just putting the phone inside, people are not here...” Shen Moo saw Mo Jingdeep's face was cold and heavy, and he thought about it before he asked.

“No, she wouldn't throw her phone too far away in a place like this.” Men's voices calm down after a rainy night in the morning.

“But this door...”

“Unlock.” Ink stared deeply at the wooden door that was locked backwards inside.

Shen Moo hesitated for a moment and immediately turned to find something in this small courtyard to try to open the door.

There is no way to find a company to unlock the lock. It is too late to call the police to unlock the lock, and this kind of place, a courtyard next to a family, if they directly kick the door with a big banner, will only cause the surrounding neighbors and the family questions, and will cause a lot of trouble. I'm afraid it will not affect Miss Ji well.

But this lock...

This kind of door is not as hard to open as the burglar doors outside, but Shenmu really didn't have the experience to unlock it. He found two wires and a thin wooden plate, and took half a day in front of the door to try to penetrate with wire to find the unlocked position.

Shen Moo was hooking the wire back and forth in front of the door, and he was holding a thin plank to assist him in placing it in the door seam to widen the gap.

Mo Jing stood on one side deeply, his thin eyes looking out the door at the shoes covered in water and mud, and his tiredness at the bottom of his eyes just when he first got off the car had been hidden by a hint of worry.

Yesterday afternoon's plane returned from Beijing to Haicheng, went back to the company for a two-hour meeting, did not have any rest time, and came directly to Ji City without stopping.

Haicheng to Ji City flights only once a day, including time to rush to the airport and wait for boarding and so on, the fastest speed of driving is two hours apart from the plane, so simply drive from Haicheng at night.

Ji Wen is not obsessed with her own personal problems. This time she will suddenly come to Ji Shi. It is time for Ji Hongwen to say something to her, otherwise she will not come to such a place so suddenly.

Wooden doors in small places like this, the locks inside are pretty good, but after all, there will be some slight movement when the wire comes back and forth. If it weren't for the people inside not being alert at this moment, I would have woken up.

The door lock inside came with a very slight noise that was opened, Shen Muchang exhaled. It seems that if he wanted to move around in the future, he might be able to unlock this kind of industry.

“General Mo.” Shen Moo pulled out the wire and looked back at the depth of the ink.

The man behind him finally dropped his eyes on the muddy shoes again and pushed the door straight up and into the door.

Shen Moo didn't dare to go in. After all, if Seasonal Warm really slept inside, it would definitely be inconvenient to go in. Therefore, he waited outside the door very consciously. At the same time, he looked around, and the sky was not fully lit. Basically, everyone here was still asleep.

The lights in the room came out of a dusk old light bulb pulled by a black line, not too bright, but at least clearly visible.

The first thing you see deep into the Ink View door is wet clothes thrown on the ground by the seasonal warmth, a bucket of noodles in a plastic bag that you haven't eaten, and an umbrella that fell on the ground, surrounded by water stains.

On the other side of the head, you see a very ordinary single bed, the season warm lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, the whole person lying there motionless, only a white arm red strip stretched out, fell beside the phone, not yet able to retrieve it, but kept in this position, the eyebrows seemed to be wrinkled because of pain, cheeks red, like the one before in Beijing all night high fever.

Ink walked deep to the bed and his hands were on the warm head of the season, and it was really hot.

This time of year from summer to autumn, she should pay special attention. Her body is afraid of cold and cold body will catch a fever. Old sickness is not good. Even if the weather is hot in the first few months of the country, it will only burn a few more times in a few days. Mo Jingsheng has to wonder how she has lived for three years in a place like London that often maintains cold weather.

“Seasonal warmth.” The man's hand was removed from her forehead and placed on her rolling cheek, bending down slightly to call her name.

Seasonal warmth frowned, unable to open her eyes, but slightly turned her over. The blanket wrapped around her body opened slightly to the side as she turned over. Ink glanced deeply and saw that she was naked in the quilt.

She glanced at the wet clothes on the ground again, and guessed that she was afraid that she would just take off her clothes and lie down after it was raining last night. The man's face sank and she fell down and caught the hot woman curling in her blanket.

The warm hair of the season was still wet, and as soon as he leaned in his arms, the ink landscape smelled obviously wet and rainy.