Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The look on the faces of both sisters.

They did flip, and they didn't have a lot of cash in their wallets, because they kept thinking about Carrie's money, so they didn't even see the $1,000, so they never moved.

And now the season is warm. Does that mean there's no 200,000?

Song Si Si and Song Cocoton were anxious to look at their mother.

The more she listened, the uglier she looked, and suddenly she was angry: "If you didn't intend to give us a penny, why did you come back? ”

“My things are still here. If I don't come back and take them, will I leave them with you? ”

As soon as Auntie heard the season warmth is really going to go, even before she left, she didn't plan to save face. When she thought about what she had just promised those relatives and the hope of buying a house to buy all sorts of things, she held herself to be the elder of season warmth, she had to give her a slap when she raised her hand.

The biased hand just lifted up, still not swinging, and the wrist suddenly grabbed directly.

The warm face of the season looked at her calmly and faintly, holding her hand while shaking it again, the aunt was dumped a chirp, took a step backwards, just about to curse, but suddenly saw the black car door outside, then opened again.

Two young men got out of the car, and the man who came down from the driver's seat looked very elegant, and the man who came down from the back door in a black suit and was wearing a black coat, even more so when he first showed up, he could see that he was not an ordinary person.

Song Si Si and Song Coco saw Mo Jing Deep for a moment and their eyes were straight.

Shen Mo followed Mo deep behind Mo Jing, and Ji Wen saw their faces and knew what was going on. When he turned around, he saw that Mo Jing Deep had come. This man appeared in such a small place, and the atmosphere of the whole person and the surrounding environment were very uncomfortable, but he also biased his heart to create a feeling of calm. Compared to the previous days, he was alone in this deserted grandmother's house, feeling much more solid.

Although she doesn't want to admit it.

But it's true that deep in ink is extra solid.

“Miss Ji, can I help you?” Shen Mo just saw this middle-aged woman in the car who seemed to want to hit someone. Fortunately, Seasonal Warm lifted her hand and stopped her. There was no plain standing here to be beaten. Otherwise, it was estimated that President Mo could burn the house directly under his anger. Therefore, when Shen Mo opened his mouth, he went directly behind Seasonal Warm. It was concerned and respectful to Seasonal Warm, but his eyes looked at the three mothers and daughters indifferently. He had written on their faces that they were not good at messing with each other, warning them to converge early.

“Just help me get the suitcase out of that room, please, Shenmu.” Seasonal warmth turned her eyes and changed her strength and indifference to the three mothers and daughters. She smiled at Shen Moo.

Shen Moo nodded and went straight into the room where he had broken the door in the morning.

“Anything else to take?” Mo Jingdeep has walked to the warmth of the season, his eyes didn't even look at the three mothers and daughters, his voice was clear and cold. If Shen Moo was just dissatisfied with these people, Mo Jingdeep is desolate and ignorant of them. The whole person revealed the atmosphere that the life does not enter, making them not even dare to say a word to him.

“It should be gone.” Seasonal Warm photographed her wallet gently in her palm. At first, she thought they would flip through her purse and suitcase, but since they took her purse the first time, they probably put it all on these cards and would never touch anything else again, so there was nothing left to check.

Seasonal warmth was still dressed as she lay on the hospital bed. It had just rained last night and the weather was a little cool. Ink only glanced at the thin clothes on her and took off her coat and dressed her.

Seasonal Warm is standing still. Mo Jingshen usually treats her privately. She has her own mind. Anyway, it is absolutely impossible for this man to do such things as deliberately show love in front of others, which is completely his instinct to care about her behavior.

Suddenly came a car that looked so premium, even the driver looked expensive, another man was more attractive, and because of his action to help Seasonal Warm clothes, Song Si and Song Coco thought they were watching an idol show, envying the dark jealousy in their hearts, not knowing what relationship Seasonal Warm was with this super handsome man who didn't look simple.

“Who are you?” Auntie asked directly first, and her eyes looked up and down at this man.

I used to see rich men in suits on TV. Most of them were brand-sponsored items. I thought they were too vague. It was fake at first glance.

But the man in front of him, clearly in a black looking very formal suit, wears the feeling of daily leisure, without half intent, as if he was the person standing in such a position, everything at his feet, no one can easily reach it, obviously all through the noble, cold, but preferred the warmth of the season.

Obviously, he's not from the same world as them.

The four words of the difference between clouds and mud, at this moment, finally have an interpretation that is completely understandable.

Mo Jingdeep, as if he didn't hear the aunt's words, only told Seasonal Warm Road: “If it's cold, get in the car first, let Shen Moo take out the stuff, what else is missing, let him go to the other room to find it. ”

“It's okay, it's warmer here than the other day in Beijing.” Seasonal warmth is just a bit frightening because the fever has just subsided, but it's not as fragile as Ink imagined, but this coat does make her feel much warmer.

“Who are you talking to? Into our yard? Can't you hear me standing here?” Auntie saw herself completely ignored, her face was a little unhanging, her voice couldn't help but lift up a lot, but besides her higher throat, she still failed to compress the man's natural indifference to reach the aura.

Deep in the ink, that's how you look at the middle-aged woman in front of you: "Is there a problem standing here as a season-warming husband? ”

Auntie's expression instantly lagged, husband, husband... husband?!

The warm face of the season was also slightly forced.

How could he say the word "husband"? She didn't have time to find out about the divorce, obviously her ex-husband.

She did not speak, but glanced at the man with a dim eye.

Auntie's eyes looked up and down again and measured the depth of the ink scene several times. She couldn't even shake her face for a while.

She also said the other day that Seasonal Warm might marry some bad old man, buzzing in her head, invisible as if she felt a smack in the face, and that the man seemed to know that he was not a small figure, regardless of price or background, probably more prominent than the Seasonal family.

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We'll be out of here soon. Calm down.