The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 565, the name of the ink... the bastard...

Mo Jingshen only looked at her, not talking, but it was deep.

The warm season looked at him with his faceless expression staring at him, simply avoiding his eyes: "Tossing a day, tired, the car has to open for a long time to get to the hotel? Then I slept in the car for a while. ”

When I said it, I closed my eyes directly.

Ink dark face is heavy.

However, looking at the warmth of the season, I leaned directly against the door of the car, and curled up like a real person, so I decided to sleep for a while, and I couldn’t see it.

This woman really wants a set now, and she is very free in front of him.

Sure enough, my own wings are hard.

......

The car stopped in front of the Shengtang Hotel. After Xiaohu stopped the car, he took the time to look back through the rearview mirror: "Mr...."

The two words have just been spoken, and the man’s cold eyes made him look over and signaled him to shut up.

Xiao Huton swallowed and swallowed, although it has been strange, but how much is still a little shocked to see the picture behind.

Is it the high-cold, unfamiliar ink that he had heard before, or is the news that he heard is not true?

He actually saw that the season always relied on the body of the ink to sleep? And is ink always holding her in a good temper?

The total and total seasons of the ink are really...not only the situation, but the situation is not normal...

Xiao Hu’s hard-opened eyes didn’t dare to look at it anymore. Before I noticed that the warm season seemed to fall asleep on the door, but after I fell asleep, I turned to the ink body. He was really Not too much attention.

Take care of him, this time he just wants to leave the car quickly.

Xiaohu got out of the car, but did not take the car keys away, leaving only the space in the car.

Ink deep looked at the quiet sleeping face in her arms, and the sharp-skinned fingers were shaved on her face. It was she who fell asleep and fell asleep. When the car turned, the body suddenly came to him. It was a coincidence. I almost put this directly on his lap. He was just picking it up, and the palm of his hand held her back of the head. Then the woman arched directly into his arms like a sleeping baby.

The woman in a gauze dress and long skirt was squatting on the back seat, and by the force of his hand behind the head of her head, she immediately fell asleep in his arms, and still was that The deputy old-fashioned, no matter how easy it is when he is asleep, as long as he is in his arms, he will definitely continue to sleep, and there will be no awakening.

The car was very quiet, and time has already pointed to 11:30 in the night.

In the bustling area of ​​this city, the vehicles passing by at night have not been reduced. From time to time, the lights in front of the car pass quickly.

Mo Jingshen did not rush to wake up the warm season, and even felt so quiet and quiet together, she would not resist, and would not be because of his a little relatives, his quiet and smooth appearance makes people particularly addicted, fingers in She gently stroked her hand, although it was not comfortable to sleep in the car, but if she planned to sleep in his arms for a night, let her sleep.

After a long time, I don’t know how long it was. In the quiet car, Mo Jingshen looked at the car outside the car, and the finger passed through her hair again. Suddenly she heard something in her mouth.

"Ink depth..."

The man raised his eyebrows: "Well?"

At the beginning of the season, I thought that I couldn't sleep in the car. I didn't expect to not only fall asleep, but I still seemed to sleep very comfortably and had a dream.

In her dream, she saw Mo Jingshen sitting in the Shine Group's office, as she once saw every time, he was serious at work, and he was full of the atmosphere of the upper class, for any event of the company. The handling is sufficiently vigorous and vigorous, and when I cast a glance at the direction in front of the door, it is even more handsome. In this man's face, there is silence and coldness, and there is also a scenery that belongs to him.

She was about to go in and say hello to him, and saw that there was another person behind him.

Rong Rong!

His eyes looked flat and looked at the warmth in front of the door, then turned around and took over the coffee that Rong Rong had just cooked. The hand was still touching the hand on the hand, and the face was standing red. He was laughing and smiling, and there were some documents in his hand. He leaned over and went to his desk to talk to him about the documents. The movements when he leaned over were too big, even the scenery in the neckline of the clothes. They all showed up, and the ink-looking look seemed to be moving. When I reached out, I put Rong Rong into my arms and sat down on his lap. Then the two men began to hug in the office, and finally seemed to Kissed.

The season looked warm, and rushed in to pull Rong Rong away from his arms. As a result, the two men not only hugged very tightly, but even when she reached out and tried to touch them, they found that their hands were on their bodies. Empty, nothing can be touched.

The two are still unscrupulous in front of her, and the warmth of the season feels like they are going to blow up. How can they push and push to push two people?

Also, when Rong Rong was with Mo Jingshen, she was not in Haicheng at all. She was still in London. How could she stop this?

However, Mo Jingshen, a shameless man, was still supporting her for her, and helped her buy a painting. In a blink of an eye, she was hugged with Rong Rong, and it was a personal scum! Downright scum!

"The name of the ink... the bastard..."

Ink depth: "..."

The season fell asleep and fell asleep, suddenly frowning his eyebrows, as if he was suffering from a huge anger, his hand was still smashed twice on his body, as if he was not deflated, his feet were smashing on the door.

Ink-deep deep pressed her little hand into a fist in her sleep, and approached her to hear her slang in her dreams. The result was that she was calling his name again, and then began to marry him.

The man’s face was stagnation, and he looked coldly and looked at the woman who had fallen asleep and still did not forget to marry him.

The warmth in the dream suddenly felt that the surrounding air was not so good, as if there was some kind of pressure, and because his hand still wanted to wave, it seemed to be being held, and the subconscious opened his eyes and couldn’t catch it. In the deep darkness of the scorpion, the squat is like a thick ink, like an attractive vortex, sucking people in the still deep sea, nowhere to escape.

The man stared at her coldly and faintly: "What did you say? Ah?"

(End of this chapter)