Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

It's not that Miss Seasons didn't make the cake together. At least when she finished decorating the cake, Seasonal Warm was also a "plot”.

Midway season warmth and reluctance to idle, taking the opportunity to apply a lot of cream and melted chocolate sauce to the dark part of the ink scene, the man's high-definition shirt ended up with some wrinkles, a lot of cream around him, mostly white, the same color as his shirt, and some other colors, making him look even more unusual in his helpless expression.

I'm afraid that beyond what Seasonal Warm has witnessed, no one can imagine that Mo Jing will one day be able to be bullied to such a point by a woman, but he won't even dare return the favor.

“The ingredients used to make cream and cake embryos are good, and the flavor is sweet and tiresome.” Seasonal warmth licked the residual butter on her fingers and turned to the man she was screwing: “Have you been here before? How else would I know this homemade cake would taste so good? ”

“Didn't you insist on making cake with me?” Ink Deep begins to unbutton the shirts one by one: “Find someone who suits your taste in advance, because you don't know how many pricks you will pick out yet. ”

“Do I look like the kind of person who would embarrass you? ”

Ink had unbuttoned the three buttons on her shirt, but because it was still the production room, and there were people passing by outside, he couldn't take them off directly. He glanced at her: “What do you think? ”

She looked at the beautiful shape of the collarbone under his unbuttoned buttons, and the arm under the cuffs that had been rolled up randomly before, and the hem of the shirt had been loosely stuck between her waist, but had become a sex in her eyes. The curve of sensation.

Ah, what a wonderful man.

Seasonwarm went out with the dessert master, wrapped his hands around his neck, and hung himself directly on him. Naturally, he was also rubbed in a cream and kissed with his feet on his face.

“When I was in T City, were those 21 cakes made by one of your own? But I wasted it, and you didn't exactly say you did it.” She looked at him squinting her eyes and confessed to her original spit: “But I still haven't learned how to make cakes today, and this plan to make 30 cakes for you when you're 30 is probably going to have to be put on hold like this, so let's do it another way. ”

Knowing that the little woman was intentionally playing games, she was just not planning to make any cake, but gave herself a bunch of shameful reasons.

Ink's eyes darkened and her back held her back.

The warmth of the dead season continues unabated.

“Today's birthday is enough, it's not a child, it's not even a special anniversary or year, vacation with you on this island is the best birthday gift for me, I don't want anything else.” In order to show that I'm not so shameless, Seasonal Warm is very understanding and adds: “But in order to express your sincerity, you can still... hey, Mo Jingshen, you put me down! ”

The man, who was accustomed to the great world, was not surprised by the spoil on his face, even releasing a hand to hold her back and cause her to climb to him in a busy manner.

“For goodwill's sake, don't drive me to sleep on the couch again tonight, or I'll eat you even on the couch. ”

His lips rubbed an obscure line in her ear, and that little bit of uplift in the tail was a teeth-for-tooth pride and a low laugh.

“You know, when I'm not going to touch you, even if I'm going to sleep with you in my arms, at best I'm going to put something nice in my pants, and I'm not going to touch it, but if I'm in a hurry, I don't care if you're in rehab, I can't, okay? ”

When he heard him put something good in his pants, the warm face of the season had been red for a while, and he heard the next sentence, and he buried his face directly in his neck nest.

How could she have been so stupid that she could have asked all these questions?

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Dessert Master Diary:

The legendary Mr. Mo deliberately brought his wife here today to make the cake for his beautiful wife's birthday. We took a break from the shop and left only me here to accompany him in the making.

It's probably not that hard to make just one cake, otherwise how can Mr. Mo be more spiritual?

Later, I went outside the door to pick up something, and when I came back, I saw that Mr. and Mrs. Mo were covered in cream, but the cake was not damaged. It seemed that the couple had come to a cream war with spare cream.

I don't know if the weather on the island is too hot today, mosquitoes are plentiful, fly in a few, otherwise Mrs. Mo's neck has a few red things that look like mosquito bags... the air conditioning in this production room is moderate, and the hygiene is very qualified, usually not even a fly can fly in, the mosquito size is too small, so why did it fly in?

To express my apologies for our store, I went upstairs to dedicate the special effects of mosquito repellent water that I normally carry to Mrs Mo, and shouted my sympathy for her abominable mosquito pack and my hatred for mosquitoes that actually flew into the making room ——

I didn't understand why Mrs. Mo suddenly stared at Mr. Mo with a blush.

And when I looked at Mr. Mo again, Mr. Mo turned his back and continued to light the birthday cake in front of him.

Perhaps the cake is more important than the mosquito bag on Mrs. Moe's body?

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He stayed on the island for another three days.

On the afternoon of the third day, as we are about to leave for the United States tomorrow, the second stop of her destination, New York, and back to where Los Angeles once studied, after all, we have not been there several times before, so Seasonal Warm has been studying the specific route of these days in the room, where to go first, then where, then where.

In just a few days, they only occasionally ate a few of the great meals offered by the hotel, excluding, of course, the raw and cold seafood. Almost all the rest of the time, he personally cooked in the kitchen in this room to satisfy her appetite and gained at least two kilograms in the warmer days of the season.

Mo Jingshen was just picking up the phone from the company, she had nothing to do in the room, she simply got up and went downstairs to look at the ipad in her hand in the lounge chair next to the pool, made plans for the holiday route, and checked the dirt of people everywhere she wanted to go.

In fact, there is no need to find out. After all, Mo Jingshen seems to be proficient in the languages of several major countries. Almost everywhere there is a branch of Shine Group. Wherever there is a car pick up and drop off, there will also be the best people arranged to accompany him. But the season is warm or you want to be free, you want to arrange it yourself.