Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Just now in the pool was taken out directly by Ink View with a messy bath towel and swimsuit, hair still hanging undried behind his shoulders.

But after all, Seasonal Warm has just entered the formal recovery period, and still needs a little more rest time. Swimming was a physical exercise, and she just said a few words, which meant she was a little sleepy in his arms.

Ink took her directly into the bathroom and asked her to take a hot bath and change her pajamas before coming out.

After the result, the little woman didn't know if she had gotten used to it in his arms the other day, or just wanted to haunt him. Ink Jing Shenzhen was waiting on the couch to help her blow her hair after she came out. After the season warmed up, she sat directly on his leg and continued in the position she had just taken before the bath. See if she was going to sleep in his arms like this.

As before, many times during the night when she couldn't sleep or was excited or delicate, he held her in his arms and put her to sleep.

Clearly awake, but seems to have inadvertently developed this habit.

It's a habit that deeply satisfies Mojing.

He touched the woman and wiped her hair to half dry: “Sleep now? Hair hasn't been blown dry yet. ”

“I wiped it with a dry towel for a long time and it'll dry in a minute, no need to blow it.” Seasonwarm leaned his head against his shoulder and closed his eyes like this: “I'm sleepy, I want to sleep. ”

The man's hand caressed her head. He was too tired to see her, so he didn't stop her.

Seasonal warmth holds the same position as the previous day in his arms, falling asleep quickly like this, hearing the little woman breathing gradually evenly, and now falling asleep will not be as nervous or even occasionally awake as the previous day, but the habit of holding hands on the buttons of his shirt remains the same.

Mo Jing suddenly remembered the year he had just returned from the United States, and when he found out that Season Warm was the girl who had rescued him from the Los Angeles River that year, even more so when he first met her in Haicheng.

It was a small business banquet in Haicheng.

Her eyes were like light, cunning and moving, unlike other celebrities' golden places to measure and climb, but rather a taste of champagne and dessert facing the corner, as long as people didn't notice, they wanted to steal a glass of wine and drink. In front of people, they clearly looked at the big girlfriend show above the top, but after people, there was no rule at all, and there was a distinctive cuteness.

And the second time I saw her, she didn't know that.

It was she who was kidnapped by Ji Jia's dead counterpart in the mall, but at the time she didn't know what was going on, was blindfolded, was taken away in an obscure van, he sent someone to rescue him, and rescued him from the car before Ji Wen was almost taken out of the highway junction of Haicheng.

Only then, when she was 19 years old, she had already been intimidated, Ink Jing was inconvenient to show up, and she did not take off the black cloth on her head. She did not know whether the person who had taken her away was another kidnapper or someone else. Even when he held her in the car and soothed her in his arms, she nervously collapsed in his arms. The fear from the little woman, and her otherwise soft body seemed to break apart almost everywhere.

Eventually, he couldn't bear to say, "I was sent by your father to rescue you, it's not convenient to show up, but I'll send you home soon, don't be afraid. ”

After this sentence, I don't know if it was his tone that was too smoky, making people feel like he wasn't a kidnapper or something, but he could clearly feel her body gradually relaxed, but after relaxing, it was an irrepressible tremor, his hands accidentally caught on the button of his shirt, tightly codified, as if such an action could find a sense of security.

Later, until he returned the person to the police station near Ji's house, she did not say a word. After all, he could not show up at Ji's house. He could only send the person back through the police and report her abduction to the police station. Otherwise, Ji's family would most likely encounter such business opponents again.

Why did you have to marry Season Warm in the first place?

Knowing that the little girl had a crush on him, he could have repaid it in other ways, or helped the Seasons take the business to the next level to make her family happier.

However, when Grandpa proposed the two marriages, he only thought they might be destined for the underworld, and he didn't hate the season warmth, even the little girl couldn't figure out the difference between first kiss and artificial breathing, but he kept in mind that if fate was here, he wouldn't mind marrying back to teach her well.

But she really made up her mind to be Mrs. Mo.

She probably doesn't remember, or even know, the little piece about him.

At that time, the whole season warmed the whole person shrugged in his arms, his hands clutching him unconsciously, codifying him, helpless and paranoid and reluctant to cry out to be heard.

It was probably suddenly very desirable to hold her in her arms and pacify her in a way that was legitimate and reasonable, so that she naturally went from the beginning to opening the doors of the Mo family herself to welcoming her into his life.

Seasonal warmth really fell asleep, Mo Jingdeep first put her down gently, got up to grab the hair dryer to help her gently blow her hair dry, and then wait for her to adjust to the heat on the top of her head to blow all her hair dry before taking her back to bed to sleep.

……

The next day, Seasonal Warm's birthday.

When she opened her eyes, she realized she was 25, because she opened her eyes and smelled the noodles.

Seasonal warmth got up and went out and saw Mo BOSS just cooked her breakfast, a simple bowl of egg noodles, or longevity noodles.

On this island, ordinary ingredients, though available, are not many, and the flavour is not very good. Although simple to make, the smell is very fragrant.

She couldn't help but walk over and said, "I usually want to eat seafood while holding up the noodles, so I came to the island for a few days and found out that I was tired and tired of eating seafood. I think these simple dishes usually have an appetite. ”

“If this were a bowl of my seafood noodles now, would you still eat them?” Man asks back.

Seasonal warmth bit the egg in his mouth and thought about it. He replied: "I will definitely eat it. ”

“So the only question is if I cooked it myself.” Man laughs at her: “Eat up and go out with you when you're full. ”

Seems to be the problem.

If Mo Jingshen made it, even if she made seafood for her every day, she could eat it. After all, even if it was the same kind of seafood, he could make many different flavors. Mo BOSS's cooking has been witnessed for many years. At the beginning, she said that even if Mo Jingshen couldn't open the company any day, opening a restaurant would be absolutely full of business.