Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Besides, she has never seen Mo Jingshen so patient with family relatives.

When I was at the Mo family in Haicheng, in the face of the group of family members who came to the Mo family to hug their thighs, Mo Jing has always been a gentle and alienating habit, and most people thought he didn't care about family and friends at all.

But now, it's just because the relatives who climbed on to Grandpa Mo had a purpose, Mo Jingshen really wasn't used to them.

But now, this is just to help Master Mo to support the scene. Deep Mo Jing has given him enough face. Even this way of playing cards with the elderly people is rarely patiently involved.

Or, Mojing was too busy on weekdays. On the contrary, because of her sick leave, even if she went back to Shine Group once in a while, she only had some important meetings. Usually, she tried to stay with her more often. Mo BOSS rarely had such leisure time.

It was boring to see Seasonal Warm standing next to her and Mojing went deep into a card and continued to lock her eyes.

Seasonal Warm continued to shake her head. Although she did not have much to do as she watched everyone play cards at this time, she was considering whether to help the maid come over to serve tea and pour water, but before she wanted to help, Ms. Wanzhu glanced at her, meaning that she did not have to help to do these things and let her rest.

Seeing the warmth of the season he stood there, Mo Jing squinted deeply and punched the cards out of his hand.

Seeing Mo Jingshen is the intention to abandon the game and get up to accompany her, season warm to avoid other people's happiness, eventually chose to sit beside him.

The man leaned against the back of the chair in his spare time, indicating the warmth of the season to help him touch the cards.

After all, Ji Wen is Mo Jingshen's wife. None of these present are elders. They are just laughing at their little behavior. There is no objection at all, no dissatisfaction whatsoever, just nagging in their mouth: “Shh, it's really good to be young...”

Ji Wen reached out in the eyes of a group of people. She actually played mahjong very normally. The last time she played mahjong was in Beijing or Xiao Luno helped her, she was able to win a few rounds. Mo Jing deeply trusted her. She actually let someone like her play to help him touch cards.

She took one and touched it in her hand for half a day, but she couldn't feel it in her hand for half a day, so she handed it to him.

“I let my daughter-in-law touch the cards so calmly. It looks like Shenzhen won the game. She can win anything she feels like.” It's some old man across the street.

Seasonal warmth only feels a burning cheek, usually at home by Mo Jingdeep how to get his hands up and down, but in front of a group of elderly people and relatives, Seasonal warmth feels that even if he accidentally shows a little love, he can't stop blushing, even the mahjong cards in his hand follow the temperature.

She hurried to shove Mahjong deep into Inkjong's hand, sorry to open her head.

Mojing's deep fingers rolled over the face of the card, and there was no expression on his face, pushing the card down at will.

Blossom on the bar.

All four were shocked.

“This daughter-in-law looks very proud of you.” The beginning of a seven-mouthed speech here.

Seasonal warmth has blushed so badly that I can't wait to find a stitch to get in.

So until midnight everyone dispersed, went back to the room to rest. The warm face of the season was still all kinds of red dizziness after being adjusted by the old men. Mainly, these elderly people were used to the world. After playing cards and drinking tea at night, if they couldn't sleep, they liked to talk to young people. Even after the warmth of the season, who was going to be the godfather of the child, several godfather rankings were discussed by them...

……

Seasonal warmth felt that it was probably due to a brain problem a while back, which still left some brain problems unresolved.

Otherwise, she usually has a strict personality. Why does she always seem so-so after the disease?

For example, two nights before she planned to return to Haicheng from Los Angeles, there was a corporate reception arranged by the Shine Group, not to mention as head of the MN Group, but simply as her once publicly recognized Mrs. Mo, she had to attend.

And yet, in the Mozie's bedroom in Los Angeles, or in the 300-plane lounge next to the president's office of the Shine Group, these spaces are big enough, and the result is -- she often flips backwards looking for the last thing she didn't know where she'd left it.

It's almost December, and although it's not the Shine Group's year-end party, it's rare to be personally involved and naturally more important than usual.

“Mo Jing Deep, did you see that white cape I bought the other day?” Seasonal warmth flipped through the closet in the lounge bedroom and shouted at the dark of the ink outside: “I put it in the lounge after I bought it, why is it gone?! ”

“How would I know?” Mo always looks at the watch in a neat crown, half an hour from the start of the wine party: “No rush, look slowly. ”

“It's too late!” The room sounded like a ping-bell pong, and the ink view was deep and I thought the season warm was going to tear down the cabinet door.

It's not too late, it's only a five-minute drive from here to the club, and it's warm enough for more than 20 minutes to keep looking.

The only reason she's impatient now is that she hasn't found this cape for over an hour.

“Can't you change it?” He watched her run from the master bedroom towards the second bedroom and suddenly he seemed to remember something, paused and walked straight over.

When Seasonal Warm went to open the secondary bedroom door, the cabinet was empty, but seemed full.

A neat man's suit on the left with a few flat shirts.

Next to it is a trench coat with fur collar with fine bronze patterned buttons.

Comes with a cane and a styled broad eaves cap.

Somewhat familiar.

Isn't that the business crocodile set that Mojing was wearing in the Chinese studio that day?

Behind her was a man's footsteps and when she closed the door, she turned around and looked into his dark black eyes.

“Mr. Moore, would you like to explain?” Thinking he had an indescribable taste for this thing, he deliberately glanced into the cupboard.

The man was not surprised: “I asked someone to make a new set like that, and the clothes over there were of poor quality. ”

Not only was he not surprised, but he had to add, "Don't you like it a lot? ”

“…” This time, instead, Seasonal Warm couldn't speak, stared at the man's calm face so calm that he couldn't calm down any more, and remembered his silly expression in the face of the deep ink of the Republic's business lever that day, his mouth couldn't help but smoke.

Yet she swept into the closet again, and the rest of the light, the crown bird. The beast's ink depth has taken off its coat and begins to loosen its tie.