The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 125 waits for him to come back

Mossau sneered: "Dare to threaten me? I am not afraid. Don't think that Jing Shen can protect you for a lifetime. He is now with the book. I advise you, or prepare for divorce."

"Humanity has its own side that is difficult to control. Even if it is driven by medicine, it is a god..." The warm eyes are firm: "Yes, I always believe him!"

After that, there is no need for the two bodyguards to drive her out, and the warm season turns directly away.

Returning to the old man's car, she whispered quietly: "Grandpa, can you lend me the phone."

Mr. Mo did not say much, just give her the phone directly. When the season is warm, I have to call Mo Jingshen, but I see a whole row in the call record, and more than 30 are the numbers of Mo Jingshen.

It was the phone that Mr. Mo had called him before, so many of them were connected.

The season is warm and the number of the ink is deep, and then the phone is placed in the ear.

After a short beep, it was a cold and ruthless female voice: "Sorry, the call you made is temporarily unavailable, Sorry..."

......

Mohist.

It was already raining on the return trip, and it was already raining outside the window.

Sitting on the bed in the warmth of the season, the pillow in my arms has already changed shape because of the strength of her holding.

The last time I lived here, it was the day of Grandpa’s birthday.

That night, Mo Jingshen said, Peace of mind to be your Mrs. Me, everything has me.

I came back again and sat on this bed. I heard only the squally showers outside. The phone calls of the ink-drinking scenes were inaccessible. The batches of people sent by the ink masters could not find him. trace.

Even the spot where the mobile phone signal of Mo Jingshen was last traced was checked, and the same was true.

Time is passing by little by little, it is already eleven o'clock in the night.

According to Mosuo, Mo Jingshen has been with An Shuyan since 7:00.

The whole four hours have passed...

The door was knocked, and the warmth sat on the bed without moving until the servant pushed the door open. After looking at it, he turned and nodded to the old man outside the door. The figure of the father appeared in front of the door and walked in again. .

"Ji Tingtou, since you said that you believe in depth of field, you should wait for him to come back." Master Chen looked at her and comforted him: "The depth of field is what I grew up with. What kind of person is he, qualitative? I am very clear about how restraint is."

The season nodded silently and did not speak.

She knows how it feels to be suffering after being taken. After all, she has experienced what she was suffering that night, how the body is naturally reflected, and those scenes and feelings are now infinite in her mind and body. amplification.

It has been four hours.

Changed to her, if she was locked in the same room for four hours that night, her mood would definitely collapse. If she couldn’t control herself at the end, she might hit the wall and would rather die. .

What is the depth of the ink? What will he do now...

I heard that the drug will completely destroy the man's reason, and all will only rely on physiological instinct.

Bang-

The deafening thunder sounded again, a flash of lightning across the dark night sky, the glare of the light illuminating the front yard of the ink house, and was instantly submerged in the endless night.

Suddenly, the front yard of the ink house illuminated by the lightning came from the car that was approaching quickly.

(End of this chapter)