The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 123 gives me the warm season.

The season is warm and holding his legs sitting by the window, staring at the sky outside the window.

Being locked up here, the time is almost static.

It wasn’t until the vagueness of the car heard that there was a far and near car, and she stood up.

Turning around, he ran to the door and put his ear on the door.

Here is the third floor. The first floor of the movement is not very real, but I heard a very loud door. Then the footsteps seemed to go up from the first floor, close by little.

The season warmed up his hands and tried to shoot two times on the door. I wanted to remind the people who came, she was locked here.

"There is still the strength to shoot the door, do you think the person is the depth of field?"

Suddenly, there was a strange voice outside the door that was slightly strange to the warm season. The voice had the experience and lowness of a middle-aged man, and the coldness in the tone was even a little disgusting.

The warm hand of the season immediately stagnated on the door.

"Miss Ji, I am the father of Mo Jingshen. I am here to invite you to stay here for one night. There is no plan to hurt you. After tomorrow, you will be free."

The so-called freedom in the phrase of Mosuo, the season warmly really heard another meaning.

She first silenced for a moment in the door, and then said with a loud voice: "Since you are the father of Depth of Field, I should also call you a dad in name. We are a family, why should I shut me down..."

"You are a dad, I can't afford it." Mosuo said coldly: "The depth of field has more important things to do tonight, there is no time to deal with your problems, you can live here with peace of mind."

"Where is the ink depth?" The warmth of the season is inferior.

"From now on, his whereabouts have nothing to do with you. You can only live here today, don't run out and break his business."

After saying this coldly, Mosuo left directly from the front door, and no extra nonsense was intended to tell her.

At the same time, there was suddenly a car coming close to the outside.

The warmth of the season endured the layers of uneasiness in my heart, and listened carefully to the door. It was not long before I heard the sound of a crutches on the ground, and then the old man screamed in the direction of the stairs with the scream of anger. : "You have locked Ji Jitou here, are you? Let me give it to me immediately!"

It’s Grandpa!

The season is warm and hard to shoot the door: "Grandpa! I am here! Grandpa -"

There is a short silence outside, she is on this level, it is estimated that Grandpa may not be able to hear.

Master Murray resounded outside: "Shao Ze! You are now in the United States, how can you make a big deal? Don't forget that Haicheng has me and the depth of field! I want you to leave Shine, but it is the old man!" Now you don’t even listen to your relatives, right?”

Master Mo is discouraged, and he is too eager to come. He speaks with anger: "The warmth of the season and the depth of field are very good. If you dare to force this young couple tonight, you will be suffering for the rest of your life. I spent the rest of my life and didn't want to enter the door of the Mohist! I don't recognize you as a sultry son!"

"Father, you are suffocating." Mosuo has already reflected, and the tone is not too slow: "It has been this time, the cloth's bureau has been laid, and the people who have entered the game have already entered. You are now even Flying in the past is useless. After the depth of field, it is impossible to stay in the country for a long time. He has his own achievements in the United States many years ago. After inheriting Shine, he will stay in the United States for a long time. This is a big Haicheng, a quarterly family. It is not suitable for him at all!"

"It is the right choice for the depth of field! Do you think that the original depth of field and the warmth of the season are really arranged by me? If it is not the depth of field I agree, I will not take the knife on his neck, nor he will Will you!" said the old man, Mur.

"What about that? I warned him when the depth of field left the United States. If it wasn't that he was too difficult to handle, I wouldn't use it this way! He belongs to Shine. It can't be confined to such a sea city forever. He wants to leave. It is necessary to get rid of the seasonal warmth, such a bond that is not important at all!" Mosuo's answer is indifferent and proud, and there is no room for distinction.

"Put your dog - fart! You tie the season warm, give your own son a medicine, and keep your own son and An Shuyan in the hotel room! This kind of tricks are all with those who drop out of the US. ?"

Hearing this sentence, the whole person who stood still in the door warmly seemed to fall into the ice lake, and the blood from head to toe lost temperature.

"Since I sent the book to Haicheng, I didn't plan to send it back to the United States. She must marry the depth of field." Moshao was cold and proud: "You are old, this kind of junior marriage problem is really not. It is necessary to exercise this heart, as long as it is smooth tonight, perhaps the great-grandchildren who have hoped for you in the belly of the book may also be."

"Hey! Do you want to force the depth of field or kill me?!"

Mossau is cold: "Father, if you find it here, even if you can take the warm season, what can you stop? Before I came back, the depth of field and the book have been in the room for more than half an hour, now I have passed. For a long time, the time passed by little by little. That kind of medicine, let alone the depth of the blood of the depth of field, even if you are seven and eighty, you can't stand it."

"You, he-mother!" Master Murray suddenly picked up the crutches and beat him on the body of Moshao: "How can I have your son! You immediately call the people over there to let the depth of field and the book be released! I Can't look at the depth of field, it was destroyed by you!"

"It's too late, the effect is very fast, no man can stand it. Now to open the door, it is definitely a good thing to interrupt the depth of field."

"You are not a filial son! I really regret that I did not directly kill you in the shackles more than 50 years ago!"

Mossau did not agree with the sneer: "If I am dead, where do you go to find such a good grandson?"

Master ink swayed him with a cane and hurriedly walked upstairs with a cane: "Where is the season warmed up?"

Mossau saw that the old man had already gone to the third floor. Apparently he had heard the warmth of the season on the first floor. He was very unhappy and cold eyes, but it was still because the father had already found it and his face was cold. Cold followed and went up.

The season is warm in the door, the lips have been bitten by herself, and I slam the door on the door: "Grandpa, I am here!"

The sound of the crutches and the hurried footsteps approached at the same time. Master ink slammed on the door with a cane, and was furious. He looked back at the Moss who had already come up: "If you don’t take the season today, Give me warmth! If you dare to let the depth of field and the season warm one of any problems, the old man I die directly in front of you believe it or not!"

"Father." Mossau looked at his face.

"Don't talk nonsense! Open the door! Give me the warm season -"

(End of this chapter)