The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 566 does not return to the hotel? Are you planning to live here tonight?

The man suddenly approached, the warmth of the face was tight, the messy images in the dream overlapped with the man in front of her, and she subconsciously pushed the man away.

The result was that she was pushing too hard and seemed to be very disgusted with his closeness. The feeling was so obvious that the man looked at her in an instant haze: "What strange things you dreamed of. thing?"

Seasonal warmth: "..."

This is what her brain reflects.

Oh.

It turned out to be a dream.

Her inexplicable dream of seeing Mo Jingshen and what is Rong Rong playing in the office?

"What have you been doing so close to me?" The warm season has not recovered from the shocking scenes of the dream. The tone is also full of distance and even a bit of irony.

Ink smirk: "You see clearly, is it close to me, or do you fall asleep and suddenly fall into my arms, and my hand is caught on my shirt?"

The season warmed down and looked at the traces of his shirt that had just been pressed out by her, and the hand was pulled out. He rubbed his lip and then looked at the window again, only to notice that he had stopped at the parking lot of Shengtang Hotel. It is.

"When did you arrive, why didn't you wake me up?" she asked.

Ink Shen Shen only slightly squinted, because she suddenly woke up after more than one degree of attitude, the man's ink color reveals a touch of coolness: "What did you dream about?"

The season warmed him and glanced at him: "What do you care about?"

"If I didn't get it wrong, you just yelled at me in my dream?"

Seasonal warmth: "..."

Has this been heard by him?

Does she have a habit of talking about her dreams? Why didn’t she know herself?

But think about it, I seem to be not very good because I am angered by a dream, but the second lady of the city of Rongjia can really make her heart more than a moment, it is a play!

When he said that he was chasing him, there was no woman around him. What was said to be fair and bright? In fact, it is not a reason to chase a man. Is it necessary to find so many explanations for himself?

Why does this tolerance make her feel so annoying? Although she didn't really have much contact with Mo Jingshen during her time in Haicheng, she was not as happy as An Shuyan's speech and doing things. At least An Shuyan was an absolute smart person when she was a secretary at Mo Jingshen. I know what to say and do, although it was once one of the enemy of the warm season, at least people's books are not so disgusting.

I know that the kind of thing in the dream can not be done, but the season is still not a good face, she just tilted him aside, did not answer, just asked: "It's so late, still not getting off?"

The man's face did not improve, but fortunately, he was not forced to ask her the meaning of this dream. Jiu Wen felt that he had probably smashed something just now, and it seemed to seriously provoke the mood of Mo Jingshen.

The warm hand was placed on the door of the car, ready to get off, and the man’s look was not changed. He could not help but ask: "What did I marry you?"

Ink sneaked a deep smile: "You ask me? You are this attitude to me now? Sleeping and dreaming can't help but take me out?"

The season is warm and innocent: "Dream dreams.... Dreaming about something that is not so happy will come out. How do you know that I am jealous of you?"

The man was expressionless: "You called my name, and you still smashed the bastard, disgusting, stinking."

Seasonal warmth: "..."

Yes, he polluted her dream environment in her dreams, which greatly affected the quality of her sleep. She saw such a scene in her dreams, and only a slapstick is just enough polite.

"Oh, then you may have got it wrong." Season warmly said with a blank expression: "I was swearing at someone else in my dreams. I suddenly saw you, and called your name. You can't tell me." Dreaming about things, people may dream when they are dreaming."

Ink sneer is more sneer: "I don't care about your dreams, but you care about your own dreams."

Seasonal warmth: "..."

It seems a bit reasonable.

The face that she has been squinting has only caught a bit, directly shifting the topic: "Don't go back to the hotel? Are you planning to live here tonight?"

The man didn't talk. He really wanted to cut through the woman's brain and see what was inside. What was it that was so messy, so that when he opened his eyes, he used that kind of dislike as if he was a stinking stream. A sly look came to marry him.

If he really wants to flow. Hey, the warm season is probably still in the Oran International, and I can’t figure it out.

......

Ink darkened the car, and the season warmed quickly and re-dressed the shoes, but because the heel was too high, it was inconvenient to get off the bus and he was trying to let him help himself. As a result, the man took the lead and then waved for her. When he was ready to help him, he walked away without any expression, as if he had never seen her hand raised to him.

She had to step on her own ten-centimeter high heels and got out of the car. She remembered that the car key seemed to be still there. She turned to the driver's seat and pulled the car key down. She took the key and the electronic car key and turned to the hotel.

There is no problem with this shoe going on the flat road. It is a little hard to get off the bus. If she doesn't help her, she will not help her. She is too lazy to ask him.

When entering the hotel door, Mo Jingshen seemed to finally remember to look at her with great compassion, lest she couldn't keep up. As a result, after the warmth came, she didn't even look at him, and the car key was in her hands. Turning around, squatting on her ten-centimeter-high stiletto, she walked in front of him without squinting.

Xiao Hu didn't dare to go back to the room after entering the hotel. After all, the car just stopped there. I was afraid that if I had any problems, I would have to sit in the card package on the first floor of the hotel.

As the season warmed in, Xiao Hu walked over quickly: "Zhou total."

The warmth of the season was thrown away, and Xiao Hu caught the key she had just thrown in her beautiful and handsome posture.

"Right, Ji Zong, I just told them to send them to your room. Now the painting is in your room." Xiaohu said with politeness.

"Okay, thank you."

After that, the warmth of the season did not return to the elevator, as if it was just a rare time to think of a man who had to look back at her and no longer existed.

Mo Jingshen looked at her chic waving sleeves without taking a cloud-like back, hooking the lips, not knowing whether it should be the gas or the laugh.

Xiao Hu walked over and stood by for a moment.

In the eyes of the ink, this seems to be indulgent and seemingly helpless... even a big man like him is about to turn off.

How did the season always resist the long time in front of the ink?

He entered the company for so long, but it was only after this time that he came to Beijing that he found that there was always a feeling of love in the ink, and the original ink was also so grounded.

(End of this chapter)