Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Yiyi also turned around to see Mojing warm the season in his arms, his eyelids jumped hard and he felt like he was dying...

The clerk of the cake shop next to him had not yet understood what was going on. The person in charge of the cake shop came down from the production room on the second floor and saw Mo Jingdeep for a moment. His expression was horrified.

He heard the movement downstairs just now, just assumed that someone had come in to make a mess, didn't come down to see it, but probably the process also knew what was going on.

Now as soon as I saw Mo Jingsheng appear here, even the little woman in front of me cared a lot about the appearance of love. The cake shop owner walked down the stairs with a little grudge. He hurried over to apologize: “President Mo, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. It's because the clerks here don't understand. They get used to the foreigners. They get used to talking and working, they get a lot of big bad habits. It's all because we don't manage properly...”

Mo Jing looked at the season in front of him with a deep cold and faint glance.

Seasonal Warm doesn't understand why all of a sudden these people have changed their attitudes by a hundred and eighty degrees, and there is still some confusion standing in front of him without talking.

“General Mo, are you here to study the island project? Are there any other planned activities? Why didn't you let us know? We can arrange it too, but you...” Yiyi's husband also has a feeling that this is not right, and he is polite and likes to talk.

Yiyi saw her husband being ignored by indifference, thought about it, and turned to the past, carefully said: “General Mo... you rarely come to the Argentine island, this characteristic street is for those tourists to visit, we invite you to sit in other quiet places, the people here are messy, really not for you. ”

Mojing glanced at her deeply and coldly: "Who are you? ”

When Yiyi touched the man's eyes as cold as snow in the mountains, his heart couldn't stop trembling. He lifted his hand to her husband's arm and said: “I am his wife... but I also lived in Haicheng for more than 10 years when I was a child. I heard of the Mo family's fame, and later heard of you...”

Seeing Mojing's deep eye chill almost penetrates people's hearts, Yiyi saw the season warm in front of Mojing's deep stunning appearance, feeling that although they seemed familiar, they were fortunate enough to think that maybe it was just acquaintance. It just happened here, there shouldn't be too deep a relationship.

So Yiyi took the opportunity to say: “But when I first lived in Haicheng, I knew what kind of person Miss Ji was, she was not a very good person. It would be nice if you had less contact with people like her. I heard that she was still Ji's illegitimate daughter...”

“Heard?” Mojing laughed deeply and coldly, but his eyes were dark and foggy, and he seemed to laugh with indifference: “Did she offend you? ”

Yiyi actually meets Mo to talk to herself, instinctively feeling that her lucky guess just now is probably true, Seasonal Warm shouldn't have anything to do with him, so she turned around and pointed to the nine layers of blue cake that had not been packaged by the store staff: “It's not really a crime, it's that this cake I have ordered beforehand, I intend to give it to my husband's grandmother, the old man is 90 years old, we have ordered a nine layers of cake specifically, but Seasonal Warm doesn't realize it is important to touch it, can this food be touched? If she touches it, will someone else eat it? The store clerk told her, but she didn't feel comfortable. It's like there might be some kind of argument going on here, but it's not...”

Before Yiyi finished his long story, Ji Wen whispered in front of Mo Jingdeep with a voice that only he could hear: "I didn't touch it, I know the cake was for people to eat, I was just curious to come over and take a look, my hand didn't touch me before I took it back, I didn't touch it. ”

However, without waiting for Yiyi Rory to finish his nagging remarks, Ink's eyes glanced faintly at the cake with nine layers not far behind the warmth of the season.

Because there are too many floors, you must be careful not to move on the cart, otherwise it can easily collapse or shift, affecting aesthetics.

He only looked at the position on the trolley that had been fixed to the bottom of the cake by a disc, and then looked at the warmth of the season. The little woman was grieved, but her face showed little, but apparently the good mood to go shopping today was still affected.

“Nice cake, push it over here and let me see.” Men can't hear their emotions.

The cake store clerk stood still, wondering whether to push over, but the person in charge of the store who had just run downstairs was not afraid to slacken at all. He pushed the car carefully to the back of the ink scene. At the same time, he said with a heap of laughter: “President Mo, in fact, in our characteristic little street, our desserts and cakes are also very characteristic. Although they are expensive to sell, they are expensive and reasonable. Many of these dessert making techniques are new, we do what is popular, and you can see the sugar rolling craft, ordinary cake shops will never make such a vivid effect. ”

However, as soon as the manager's voice dropped, the ink landscape was raised with long legs, and he kicked directly into the trolley with no expression on his face. More than two meters of cake poured instantly straight to one side. Finally, the cake fell to the ground with all the cream and all kinds of flip sugar ornaments on it. The trolley lost weight and generally hit the wall not far away, making a shocking loud noise.

“ …… ”

For a moment, the whole cake shop was silent, and Yiyi raised her eyes shockingly to look deep into the ink and the cold almost made her look in the bone.

“Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo...? ”

As if he finally understood the dangers of seepage in his eyes, Yiyi's husband dared not to believe that he was standing there, even though those nine layers of cake had fallen to the ground, the cream on the ground looked dirty, and he dared to say one more word.

“Who gave you the courage to excel in front of my wife? ”

Ink's deep voice sounds careless, but it's really cold and horrible.

Yiyi's face shocked, including her husband's pale face.

Yiyi looked rigidly at the dark bottom of Mojing's eyes as if she finally realized something. She turned her eyes sharply and still stood there with a faint expression, unable to see what seasonal warmth was on her mind.

How is that possible?

Yiyi's nervous palms are getting cold: “President Mo, what are you saying? Am I hearing this wrong? What... your... wife? ”

She even started to stutter when she spoke, begging herself from the bottom of her heart just to hear wrong.

The clerks of several cake shops around them also looked at this subversive scene with shock, and a group of people couldn't even breathe.