Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Season Warm looked in the mirror a pair of republican students dressed themselves, although also beautiful, Ms. Wanzhu clamored beside her praise, Season Warm still denounced her being too thin.

She touched her waist and had a plan in mind. Starting tonight, she would eat at least two dinners a plate of vegetables and a plate of meat.

She thought about turning around and walking out of the dressing room, trying to get a makeup artist to come over.

Not far behind the dressing room is a small balcony. Occasionally, staff smoke there. Seasonal Warm knew that the dressing room with deep ink was not far away. She looked unconsciously in that direction.

The result was a warm melt of sun weaving on the small balcony, with a tall and pulling back standing in the direction of the light, making her feel a little strange and so familiar.

He wore a long, thick, heavy trench coat on his shoulders, and a circle of smooth leather at the collar revealed the distinctive shine of animal hair in the sun. Dark hair is buttoned with a tonal wide eaves cap and a light long scarf around the neck that hangs underneath the waist, gently swinging back and forth as he moves.

She saw him slightly flanked, and the dark grey suit three piece set took his waist out with an appropriately charming curve. The elegant bronze metal buckle became a low-key decoration, and the vintage pattern on it was clearly visible under the love of the light.

He tightened his black leather gloves and made a crisp noise with a windproof lighter on his hand, which was supposed to be decorative, then lowered his head slightly and lit a white cigarette.

Seasonal warmth rarely sees deep smoking in ink.

Just remember when she first came back from London and saw him in Sea City, he seemed to smoke a lot, but then gradually less.

She also heard Shen Mo say that Mo Jingshen doesn't like smoking very much, even occasionally.

But in the three years she was away, he was a smoker.

The lighter was obviously just a photo prop. The staff should have seen him in this outfit. I always thought I should give the old man a copy, so he picked it up so smoothly, and because he was waiting for her to change, it simply lit up.

At this moment, the ink in her eyes is deep.

He held the side face of the cigarette.

He rolled his throat slightly as he lowered his head.

The wrist between his white shirt cuffs and his black gloves was not wrapped in any fabric.

He clasped his shirt collar tightly and gently pulled his finger off the tie.

It was like instantly turning into walking hormones and shooting her hard in the head - instantly.

Seasonal warmth looked invigorating and accidentally touched the cleaning tools by the dressing room door. When she landed, she broke all kinds of assumptions that she wanted to overthrow the big man.

Mo Jingdeep also seemed to have heard the noise from this side, extinguishing the remaining half of the cigarettes and squinting in her direction.

As he turned around, both the trench coat and scarf turned out of a proper arc and threw a strained line into her heart. All she saw was his hat and dark hair blindfolded eyes, deep and unbridled by this rare outfit.

The ink BOSS in front of her suddenly became the great crocodile ink depth of the business world of the Republic at this moment, and the ink depth of her mind seemed to cross at some point.

Easily took away her three souls.

When the man looked at her, he looked at her for a while and walked over directly. Ink looked up and down and measured her, and he could see that he questioned the style of the clothes on the warmth of the season.

“You're going swimming. Okay?”

“ …… ”

Season warm touched the outfit of his Republic student and two twisted braids. He couldn't help but cry and say: “I can't fatten up how I eat these days. I've been too skinny for a few months now. I should have worn a costume like a celestial singer. It fits perfectly with your business alligator, but I can't stand that kind of clothing now...”

Ink Jing smiled deeply and looked at the season warmth of Little Little Little Little Little Little Art Youth because she couldn't play the celestial song girl. She glanced at the vegetarian light blue student clothes and long skirts on her.

“That's good, too. Who told you business alligators must like singers? My stomach is just right, big fish meat is not suitable to eat more, porridge dishes are only suitable for my appetite. ”

“ …… ”

Porridge?

When Grandma first came back from London, she had sex. Feeling chased by the sight of all kinds of men your old man is forgetting?

But from the injured coma to now, she's just a little thin. When she's back in perfect shape, see if he dares to say she's a porridge dish.

Seasonal warmth is not willing to be a porridge dish, turning around or going back to the dressing room, intending to change into a cheongsam or something.

Mo Jingdeep waited for a moment at the door, because when the season warm returned, he said he wanted to make his own choices and let the staff go out first. Wanzhu also came out to find a water dispenser to pour water for the season warm, there was only one person left in the season warm.

The man glanced at the dressing room and was concealed by Ms. Wanzhu, who frowned and tried to help close the door before * * * *.

As soon as he approached the door, the man glanced at the scene, and he held his hand on the door knob and did not move again.

His little woman.

Unwilling to change that lady's clothes, from the beginning of the spring glow to dressing, she stood in front of the mirror constantly with her figure, her eyes dropped, her mouth shut to show off all kinds of sex. Attractive look, probably doesn't taste good enough, and drag the clothes down on your shoulders before continuing to reveal the concave shape of your thighs in the mirror.

Probably the two braids on her head were so uncomfortable that she unraveled her hair again, so that her long hair stood in front of the mirror and twisted.

So how satisfied is she with the clothes on him that she's particularly dissatisfied with herself because of the contrast gap?

Watch the little woman strangle the fabric on her waist with her hands from time to time, clip a piece in the back when thinking about taking a picture, so that she doesn't look too thin anymore.

The shape was so concave for half a day, the warm eyes of the season were tired of blinking, and the light in the corner of the eyes just glanced in front of the door.

As a result, she suddenly saw a man outside the door who did not know how long she had been looking at her. She screamed and turned around to close the door when she rushed over. She ran too fast. She wore an indoor slipper that had been changed for convenience. A man outside the door pounded directly forward. The man opened the door so unexpectedly that he caught a heavy little woman in his arms.

As the season warmed up and drilled his head out of his arms, looking at the look of her beard, Ink's deep lip line shouted slightly: “You throw a hug in your arms, it's tougher than any other look. ”

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