The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 149 His hand is tight on her wrist, and she is not allowed to stand up.

The season is warm and shallow: "How can someone else stop it? How can I stop it? I admit that I was spoiled by my dad in terms of personality, but it is not a good thing. You have been In the heights, you should understand that in the circle of the upper class, what others see is only the scenery of the body. It is found that any black spots will be infinitely magnified and out, and you will be able to tear open your glare and step on the ground. Who will What is your true nature?"

Mossau closed his eyes and allowed the season to continue to help him press his head, silent for a while, and did not speak.

After about ten minutes, the warm hand of the season is sour, but it still maintains the previous strength. Although she is not a special professional, the acupuncture points on each head are still good to find. .

"Just in the hot springs, you and the depth of field have been inside." Suddenly, Moshao said such a sentence, the tone is cold.

The warm season gave him the action of the head, and answered calmly: "Yes."

"You are very happy to answer, wasn't it still hidden?" He sneered.

"I know that you will find that you don't want to offend, but you don't want to have any collision with you, so you will hide." The season is warm and he is now not so far away from the crowd: "You should see it." Come out, the marriage between me and Jingshen is very harmonious, and the feelings are very good. Today, we are always together in the hot springs of Houshan, but isn’t this just right?”

"Who gave you the courage to dare to tell me the words that should be said? I did not agree, which is the reason for you!" Mosuo still did not pull his face, the tone is still not very good.

The season warmed down, and the hand gradually put down a mild side and said, "I know that you have your opinion. I am not the same person with An Shuyan. She has a rigorous and planned life for her. I am used to it, but I am a very casual person. What kind of thing is what it is. If you say something, you will say that although living is simple, it is not blind and stupid."

"It’s useless to say what you said, and the depth of field is also a rigorous and planned life. He was the most optimistic heir of the Mohist family since he was a child." Mosuo snorted.

Seasonal warm lips: "You have never really compared me to An Shuyan. I only believe that she and Shen Shen are the people of the world."

"Isn't this all that everyone can see? Which one is better than the book?" Although the head was really comfortable and relaxed by her, Mossau seemed to be a rare player. It is.

"The advantage of Na'an book is compared to the so-called warm season that you hear from other people. Is this fair?" The warmth of the season is calm, the eyes are smiling, and the tone is always quiet.

"It is indeed unfair."

A sound like a clear spring came from the entrance of the back door of the front hall. The warmth of the season looked back and saw that the ink was deep and I didn't know when it came out. I didn't know how long he stood there and watched for how long.

Hearing the movement of Mo Jingshen, Mosuo also suddenly turned his eyes.

Mo Jingshen only wears soft and comfortable home clothes. Although there is no rigorous high-level in the weekdays, this so-called casualness is closer to the so-called simplicity in the warm mouth.

Obviously, he found that the season did not go back, even a coat was not worn, so go straight down to find the season warm.

"Oh, let's go, the last thing is not to rely on the depth of field to support you to stand up?" Mosuo saw the moment of Mo Jingshen, as the supreme authority was provocatively thorough, the look on his face turned again. cold.

Ink Shen deep walked into the door, indifferently opened: "I always surrounded her in a protective circle from beginning to end. I don't want to see her too hard to work too hard. I am her husband. It is not appropriate to support her." ?"

"For this woman, I have called you back to the United States several times to take Shine several times. You have no consent. What is the future of keeping your own Moh in Haicheng? The foundation of Moh is in Shine, and your future belongs to Shine. "Mersh said that he was suddenly angered by the cold and hot attitude of Mo Jingshen, and he screamed.

Ink should be deep and the eyes should be very light.

"What is your attitude? Is it a attitude towards a father? Until now I don't know why you suddenly left the United States! After you return home, you are self-reliant. You have this ability, you can, I don't say anything! But suddenly you are warm in the season, and you don't even say hello to me. Have you put my father in your eyes!"

Mosuo was a pair of ink-faced indescribably face, and he took the tea cup on the coffee table opposite the sofa and suddenly went deep into the ink scene.

The warmth of the season was almost instinctive, and he ran over, decisively blocking the depth of ink, and the tea cup that rushed quickly slammed on her thigh.

Mosuo is really using a cup of ten-tenth force to throw the teacup, this time the pain of the season is warm and the whole leg is numb, throwing so sly, he really has to go to his own son to pick up the hand.

Mo Jingshen was originally standing and not hiding. The warmth of the season was too sudden, and the cup was also smashed in the blink of an eye.

He suddenly opened the season and opened his eyes. He looked at her and looked at her legs. The warmth of the season was just being smashed. I didn’t feel like it. I endured the pain in my legs and looked up at him. Shake his head and whispered, "Nothing, nothing..."

"You have the courage to stop!" Mossau narrowed his eyes.

The ink in the eyes of Mo Jingjing seems to be the boundless night of the baptism of the tornado. Looking at Mossau, the handsome face is clear and indifferent, directly pulling the warmth to the back, the low voice is warm and faint: "Why did I leave the United States, You are not sure?"

Mossau’s eyes were cold and his eyes were on him, and he was obviously angry and tempered.

"In addition to An Shuyan, are you doing less work around me? I was seriously injured in Los Angeles that year, what did you do?"

Ink deep language is low and cold, and his eyes are cold that has never been seen before.

Mo Jingshen used to be seriously injured in Los Angeles?

Los Angeles?

She used to go to this place. The oldest city she stayed in during the years in the United States was Los Angeles.

There was a faint impression in her mind that flashed past, but she did not catch it, but she was completely stunned by Mossau and attracted all her attention.

"What does it matter to you to stay in Haicheng?" Mosuo was angry.

However, as soon as the words were finished, Mosuo’s figure suddenly stood still, and his eyes suddenly looked at the warmth of the season behind him. The cold eyes stared at her for a long time, suddenly stunned, it seems What was thought of, cold question: "Is she?"

The warm eyelids jumped in an instant.

What is her?

She just had to stand up and ask, but she was pulled behind by the ink, and his hand was tight on her wrist, and she was not allowed to stand up.

(End of this chapter)