Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

At night, behind the hotel, there is a buffet BBQ area with the scent of barbecue that fills some of the cool sea breeze air just into the night.

Some of that silk is not too far away and the obvious smell causes the season to turn its head and see the red debris of the stars on the far ground, turning into the rest of the buzz and beauty after the barbecue.

Seawarm rose up towards the past, there was a foreigner, more than a dozen people came to the island for a holiday, deliberately wrapped up the only area of the hotel where barbecue was allowed. When Seawarm walked in, he was also very warm and welcoming. He thought it was just a traveler who lived together in the hotel, and the waiter next to him reminded him that she was the wife of the island owner, and those people even more with an amazing look, invited Seawarm more enthusiastically to eat together.

The family was very welcoming, the spoken language of the season warm was fluent, it didn't affect communication with so many people at all, we ended up eating and talking, eating Hi, I couldn't stand two beers.

After all, it was the last night on the island. It was the first stop of the holiday. Seasonal Warm was in a really good mood. This mood didn't hold its bottom line when it got better...

Naturally, you forget the promise you made three years ago not to drink, not to drink, not even to drink with unfamiliar people.

The swimming pools downstairs are empty, only the ipad is placed on the loungers, and the warm shadow of the season has gone nowhere.

Mojing deeply picked up the ipad on the lounge chair, heard someone eating and drinking the sound and the smell of the barbecue not far away, guess the season warm has not eaten the barbecue for a long time, presumably will be attracted to the smell in the past, if not, the outside waiter came to say that she went to the barbecue area when he saw him come down looking for the season warm.

By the time he found the past, two cans of beer had gone under his stomach. He talked to one of the men in his thirties with a beard. He didn't know what he was talking about. The beard turned to laugh and brought a can of beer to Season Warm's hand. The Season Warmer opened the beer with a "click” he couldn't resist.

As she was about to drink, she suddenly noticed a gaze, she paused, turned her eyes and swept towards the entrance of the barbecue area. When she saw the man standing in the cold moon, her eyes were so cold and not hot. When she was about to drink, the season warmth momentarily became stiff and stiff. There was just a little bit more Hi. This suddenly woke up.

She now lives on her own as a recovering patient, either pretending to be weak or painful, in short, bullying him indefinitely, and then finding a reason not to let him fight back.

Now she even dares to drink...

“Cough, I have some business to attend to. I'm going back. Thank you for your hospitality.” Seasonwarm smiled at the dozen people and nodded politely to them, while telling the waiter next door to get them more things like seafood meat and beer. These barbecues remember her and Ink Deep in the name, no extra charge.

Then she got up and walked over, very consciously to Mo Jing Deep, and heard the man's faint voice: "Running here for a barbecue and a beer while I wasn't paying attention? ”

Seasonal warmth: "… the smell came and I couldn't stand it. ”

Mo Jingdeep glanced at him again: "Didn't you say you had a stomachache this afternoon? It doesn't hurt now? ”

Every time she was kissed on the couch by this man for a few days, Ms. Seawarm took the opportunity to grab her ear with her hands up unnaturally at this moment: “Well... it doesn't hurt anymore...”

“Well, just don't hurt.” The man glanced at her again and took her hand and turned away.

Seeing him didn't seem to have any intention of pursuing it in depth, and didn't say much, the season warmed slightly and relieved, and followed him back.

Luckily, she just ate a bunch of barbecue meats, otherwise she'd probably be stuffed.

Coming back to the room, the man held her in the elevator with one hand and put his hand in his trouser pocket, glancing at her sideways: "Am I hungry for you? ”

“No. ”

“Not hungry for you, running off to rub someone's meal? ”

“Isn't that a barbecue...”

“You can tell me if you want a barbecue. What else can't satisfy you? ”

“You just had gastritis the other day. We just need to eat a normal or light diet. You can't eat barbecue or anything like that lately. I just went to talk to someone and ate a few strings. ”

Mo Jing glanced deeply at her again, and the warm eyes of the season were sincerely very sincere. After all, she brought the little woman directly back to the room.

The season was warm and thought it was a little insert, so when Mo Jingdeep went to prepare dinner, she had just taken a bath and smelled a barbecue.

As she came out with her hair wiped, she went into the kitchen and saw a small barbecue set on the stove in front of Mo BOSS brought in by hotel staff, with a variety of meat and shrimp and vegetable and chicken wings and other essential ingredients for the barbecue, even smelling more fragrant than the ones she had just rushed outside.

Seasonwarm's hand with the towel froze directly over her head and looked silly at the man in the moon white shirt baking her skewers in the back of the kitchen, but the smell of vegetable porridge floated in the rice cooker next to him, which means that he still intends to stick to a light diet for a few more days, but in order not to hurt her, he specially gave her a barbecue and let her eat enough.

It's fake to say not to be moved.

Seasonal warmth walked in, looked at the fresh and clean meat and ingredients, and then turned to the man: “I can't eat so much alone...”

Without turning back, the man was sprinkling barbecue ingredients on the skewer. “Eat as much as you can, until you're full, before you go to anyone else's place to have dinner again. ”

The season warmed up and she just rubbed a meal. How could she still piss him off?

“Forget the rice, a few barbecues will take your mind off it, and anyone dares to pick up the wine. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

This only reflects that, just as Mojing looked for the past, she seemed to be talking to the family's 30-year-old son, talking about what he had seen and heard, and some of his experiences while studying in China, so Ji Wen would be there for half a day to joke.

Love Mo BOSS this is a misunderstanding.

Seasonal warmth smiled, without explanation, just standing next to him looking at the first string of vegetables that had already been baked, his eyes said, “Can I taste it first? ”

The man glanced at her, unanswered.

“Just one bite, just this vegetable, I taste it, I taste it spicy or not.” The season warmed his feet and opened his mouth again, pointing to his own mouth, meaning that it was inconvenient to hold a towel in his hand and let him feed himself a bite to taste.