Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“Why don't you turn on the light...” Seasonal warmth whispered.

“What do you think?” Ink scenery is deeply dressed in dark blue, but it doesn't depress people at all.

“How do I know.” Seasonal warmth returned without fear of death and buried her head after that, afraid that the next second this poor birthday ink would hit her.

What makes her even more heartless is the equipment she's wearing in her clothes now.

Just after she got paid back, at the company, she was forced into the rest room by Xiao Ha and Xia Tian to change clothes.

Then he came back wearing the one he bought during the day, just wrapped in a white cashmere coat outside.

Seasonal warmth is already a cry when changing clothes.

Who can tell her why? Funny underwear and a collar?

Why are there bells on the collar?!

These two women! Wage deduction!!!

She stood in front of the mirror red-handed, angrily tied the bell to her neck, then wrapped her neck tight and tight with a thick scarf to make sure she didn't make a clanging noise as she walked.

But to be honest, I'm just bored right now.

Slippers stepped on the wooden floor silently and all she could see was ink-vision, long legs walking dangerously toward her.

“A week ago I was reminded of my birthday, and I rarely had a year to write it down and come back early, so this is the birthday you're going to give me?” Mo Jing stopped ten centimetres from her, and a slightly dumb voice rang above her head, filled with slight anger, without raising her head and knowing his face now.

It should be bad.

Yes, she did say a week ago that he was about to have his thirtieth birthday. Mo Jingshen said that he rarely had a birthday and didn't need to do anything. But she also said that he always had to have it when he was thirty, so he rarely wrote it down.

She was the one who consumed almost 24 hours of the day.

“I...” Seasonal Warm tried to refute something, but was pushed back by Mo Jingdeep and closer to some body raw: “Cough, it's my fault, the company is getting paid at night, so..." She should admit it was wrong, after all, Birthday is the biggest.

However, Mo Jingdeep stared at her neck for a long time when Seasonal Warm decided to bow her head and make a good mistake.

She felt that President Murdoch seemed to have stunned for a few seconds, meaning he looked at the solid cashmere coat wrapped around her and eventually let her walk into the house by his side.

The air conditioning was turned on indoors and the warm ocean even made her feel a little dry and hot, subconsciously wanting to take off her coat and scarf, but thinking about the costume inside... she swallowed a sip and decided to calm down and couldn't take it off.

She shouldn't have worn it!

She must be crazy to be encouraged by Hachi and Natsumi to wear this stuff on her.

Mojing closed the door and poured two glasses of water into the kitchen. The meal on the table was already cold. He obviously had no intention of letting her eat either. He walked over and sat down beside her and handed her the water. He saw that she was still wearing such a thick coat and scarf. He asked quietly: "Aren't you hot? ”

“It's not hot, it's cold, ha... ha ha. ”

He touched her cheeks, which were reddened by the heat, picked out the eyebrows and just wanted to say something, and when the season warmed his consciousness reached out and covered his mouth: “I'm fine, really! ”

Warm breath on her fingers, soft.

After such a long time, Ji Wen realized that it seemed as if she had actively hooked up with Mo Jingshen since she was born again. It seemed that this man had always been active, whether in anything or even in bed, he was always in the dominant position.

It's the first time she's done something like this, and it's inevitable that she's lost her mind.

As soon as her hand touched his lip, she was busy retrieving it, but the man put his hand over her hand and moved it over his lip to kiss her gently, so he went with her.

Season warms up and looks at his handsome face. She's even a little tranced. Such a good man, how many women covet the man, how can he be her man?

“What are you thinking?” He squeezed her hand and saw her staring at him, his palms slightly forcefully recalling her drifting thoughts.

“I wonder what I can do to make up for your thirtieth birthday with very little time left until zero.” She snapped her five fingers apart and clasped them with his ten fingers, and his elongated fingers were hotter on her face.

He held her hand, looked at her face, did not speak, and did not accuse her of coming back too late. When the season was warm and he thought what he wanted to say, his other hand suddenly held her in his arms: “Just go home safely, if you do not come back, I am afraid to send a bodyguard to your company to search for people. ”

The man was worried about her safety all the time and had no intention of pursuing the fact that she had not given him his birthday.

Seasonal warmth lay in his arms, fingers painted the lines on his clothes, closed his eyes and felt his steady heartbeat, saying softly: "What can happen to me unless someone covets my beauty again? Color.”

Men smile lightly.

There is light snow outside the window, and the room is quiet and dreamy.

… however, this dream mirror.

It's so fucking hot!

For the interior, the clothes and scarf were too thick, making it harder and harder for the season to breathe warmly. There seemed to be a thin mist of water in front of her. Even the ink depth near her was a little indistinguishable. She flanked her lower face slightly, rubbed her eyes, wanted to rub the mist away, but the opposite was true, and her gaze grew blurred.

Mojing noticed her movements and looked up carefully at her blushing face: “What's wrong with you? ”

For his warm and somewhat reddish skin, his palms were very comfortable. She rubbed her subconsciously until she could hear him. She suddenly thought of dressing specifically for him inside, and Lima bounced off his legs: "Ah, it's okay, I'll wash my face! ”

After that, she snuck into the bathroom with her arms.

In the bathroom landing mirror, a woman wrapped in a thick coat and scarf, her face was red and her eyes were a little bright.

She pulled the scarf, hesitated to release it into the bag, the bell around her neck made a crisp sound as she moved, listened to the sound, she sucked on her nose, blinked at the mirror, felt it was really two sensations, one just to take a picture, one to... really...

Mo Jing stood deep in the living room, heard the movement inside, walked over and opened the bathroom door at will.

As a result, the warmth of the season, which had taken off their coats, stood inside and was about to come out, and the two hit their sights face-to-face.

The bell on Seasonal Warm's body was extra clear, and the sound also made her feel extra ashamed. The redness on her face didn't go down, only at a moment when she hit the man's gaze and said: “Happy birthday...”