The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 503, see if I can live with it.

Mo Jingshen looked down at the injury on the warm neck and glanced at her feet on the cold ground. The sound was light and faint, and there was a little disappointment: "Do not wear shoes? It is a cold body. Is the problem serious enough?"

The season is warm and coveted and looked at his own feet. Under the man's sight, the toes couldn't help but curl up.

She didn't wear it. It was just that it was inconvenient for Mr. Moplin to step on the slippers, so she just took off the stairs.

Then she heard the cold voice of a man laughing and laughing: "The second floor of the villa has a spare fire passage leading to the back door. I only told Mo Jiaxue if she dared to step into my room tonight. The big Haicheng is afraid that there will be no more places for your mother and daughter."

This is what he said to Meppelin.

When the season was warm, I raised my eyes and looked at the face that was a lot of white.

"You..." Meppelin looked worried. This villa is indeed not only a door. She just guarded the main entrance, thinking that as long as she does not let others break into it, she can ignore the fact that Mo Jiaxue will not be from behind. escape.

"While your daughter has no opinion, she knows the stakes better than you. It is more disgusting than the one that brought the bowl of things into my door. She knows how to advance and retreat."

Meppelin looked at the cool smile in his eyes and wanted to say something, but he survived.

No, she has to go to Jiaxue to ask clearly!

Before she left, she suddenly looked like a cold smile and looked at the warm season: "Are you already divorced?"

The words fell, and in the warmer and stiffer expression of the season, he walked quickly toward the back door. Pushing the back door and seeing a bowl of white fungus that had been shattered on the ground, he was shivering in the air.

This dead girl!

However, when the ink was just gone, the warm season was busy to break free from the arms of Mo Jingshen.

The man just looked down at the expression on her face, but did not speak, but directly hugged her whole person, took the person into the door, and then closed the door with a bang.

The moment he was suddenly plunged into the room, the familiar environment around him made the warm hair of the seasons stand up.

It’s not just the room where Mo Jingshen is alone. It’s the room where they came back together three years ago when they were loving and loving.

The past was vivid, and she pushed her with both hands. As a result, the man directly took her to the bed, and her body just jumped when she got into the bed.

"Don't move." Mo Jingshen licked the injured eye on her neck, and picked up the phone while asking for a deep and cold question: "Is it broken by nails?"

The season did not answer, and raised his hand was about to touch the place on the neck that was still faint and painful. The result was not touched, and the wrist was suddenly held by the man.

He didn't know who to call, and said before the phone was connected: "Don't touch, wait until the first disinfection."

The season is just about to open his hand. He has heard the man say to the phone: "Take the medicine box."

When he dropped, he threw the mobile phone aside, and blinked his eyes. Because of the tightness of his emotions, he crouched down on the toes of the bed. The twilight looked at her for a while, and she always looked away from her cold face. He couldn't help but smile at his sight.

Hearing the man laughing, the season warmed up and raised his eyes: "What are you laughing at?"

"Don't sleep so late, run to me with bare feet, care about me, huh?"

The expression on the warm face of the season is colder: "Don't be passionate, I happened to hear the dialogue between their mother and daughter, knowing that they are trying to misbehave. Here is the Mohist, if what happens, what kind of disgusting things happen? It is estimated that Grandpa will be angry with the disease tomorrow, and it will take care of me if I have a brain."

"Is it?" The man is still chuckling.

The warm season was just thinking about the good thing that didn't need to bother him. Later, I saw that the silvery small bag in the hand of Meppelin felt that her practice was too much, so she rushed straight up, and she had already regretted it. But these words are also all kind of love, and even if the explanation is probably the more the explanation is darker, it is useless to say anything.

Very annoyed, annoyed with my own impulse.

For three years, has she forgotten what kind of person is Mo Jingshen?

How could he easily do this?

But what Ober told her, made her inexplicably flashed through the picture of the old man who had broken the crutches on his back, causing her to lie down and rest.

In short, she is really impulsive tonight.

The season is warm and stagnation.

The servant came very quickly, and in less than three or four minutes, he sent the spare medicine box from the ink home.

Ink Jing opened the door to pick up the medicine cabinet. When the warmth was preparing to get out of bed, the man threw two words that were almost threatening: "Don't move."

At this moment, he is taking medicine in the medicine cabinet, his eyebrows are not moving, maintaining the unhurried movements, and it is difficult to glimpse.

Until he took the wounds and looked at him in the warmth of the season, he only gestured to lift her chin, and the warmth looked at the closed door. He hesitated and slowly raised his head. The disinfectant had just rubbed on her neck, and she shook a little, but didn't make a sound. She didn't even open her face and closed her eyes to see the person who was helping her.

Ink Jingshen only glanced at her forbearing expression, did not speak, the movement of the hand was lighter, only to find that the injury was not scratched by nails when I was on the medicine. I thought that Mopelin usually likes to wear it on her hand. Those diamond rings will know the origin of this injury.

"If you didn't let yourself get hurt, I might still be grateful for your bravery tonight. Unfortunately, there is still a sense of loneliness, but even you can't protect yourself." Men have quite a bit of ridiculous evaluation.

Seasonal warmth: "..."

She is still annoyed because she shouldn’t be here this evening. It’s also a temper, but she can’t bear it. When she hears this, she is about to push him up. Who knows that the man suddenly touched her ear. The vague pain and inexplicable sensitivity made her a short scream. When Mupperine licked her hair, she had touched her ear. Although it was not hurt, it was estimated to be broken.

"What is it?" The man helped her to put the medicine on the broken skin of her ear, and said in a tone that she could not hear the emotion: "When I opened the door to Mo Jiaxue, I smelled the smell of the smear on her body. Just give it a try and see if I can stand it."

Seasonal warmth: "..."

Realizing that this medicinal property still exists, squatting with the ink on the scene, she helped her to take the medicine to recover her hand. The season warmed up and ran from the bedside. As a result, the man’s arm circled her effortlessly. The controlled moment fell back to the bed!

(End of this chapter)