The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 590, according to your toss, I will digest it in a little while.

So, whether it was helping her, or when she met her, she watched her grow up, but when she needed support, she gave her a sum of money. It seemed like a very cold-blooded person. It was only for the sake of exercising her.

Therefore, from the beginning to the present, every step she has taken in the past three years is still in the planning of Mo Jingshen, and there is not even one step mistake.

Therefore, Mr. Center, this so-called teacher, who helped her build the MN group, is arranged by her in the side of her?

The warm season only feels that a certain kind of cognition is about to collapse from his own mind. Some things that she has always been confused seem to be clear in her mind.

Her lips moved, and it was incredible to ask: "So I have known everything that happened in the UK in the past three years?"

The man took out one of her pajamas and came over to help her change. The season was warm and there was no strength. At this time, I didn’t have the heart to struggle. It was useless to struggle. Let the man take off her blouse and then take it off. Help her to put on her pajamas, and at the same time, she and her shoulders are raised out, so as not to be uncomfortable hiding in pajamas.

The warmth of the season is still looking at the man's curved jaw. "Ink depth, you can tell me clearly."

The man looked at her like this, his hand still stayed at the end of her hair, and the slender fingers of the slender section shuttled between her hair: "A lot of things, if I can really control it, I don’t have to force you to divorce, but also force With the way you are cold and cold, to solve all this, I always have something that I can't compete with myself."

The season looked warmly at him, didn't talk, the man's hand fell on her back, like gentle comfort, and seemed to be sure of the thoughts she had just inside. The voice was quiet and very light: "Your three years in London Although it was my arrangement, I did not intervene in anything and did not inquire. The only thing I did was to hand you over to someone who would let me rest in peace before you left."

The warmth of the season looked at the handsome and deep face of the man in front of him. For a time, he did not know how to describe such a man.

He can be quietly strategizing in a seemingly empty state. He can have a strong self-control and motivation to save her life, and she can let her believe that he really does not love him. I believe that he really does not love her. Now, when I want to get her back, let her discover that the man’s mind is deeper than the sea. It turns out that she has so many things that she doesn’t know about him. .

It seems that she didn’t know anything from the beginning. She can be willful, she can also retaliate because of hatred. She goes to grow up and do what she does. She thinks she is alive now, but she doesn’t know everything. He knew everything when he was.

The season is warm and the lips are not talking for a long time. The man sees her eyes very dark, the hand covers her forehead, and then touches her neck: "It is still very hot. When you are not awake, the heat only retreats to thirty. Eight degrees seven, I am afraid that there is still no less than thirty-eight degrees, and then measure the body temperature, if you still have not come down later, I will find a way to give you physical cooling."

Said, the man's hand removed from her neck.

However, the warmth of the season was sitting still on the bed, his eyes straight on the button on the chest of his shirt, and the sound was a bit stunned: "Ink deep."

Hearing the emotion in her tone, Mo Jing looked at her with a deep look, but did not answer, but did not walk away.

The warmth of the season slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were red, and tears rolled inside. For a long time, he said, "You are terrible."

The man narrowed his eyes and looked at her complicated emotions. He still didn't talk. The warmth of the season suddenly didn't know where the strength came. Like the explosion, he suddenly grabbed the pillow on the bed and slammed it on him. She didn't have anything. Hey, just biting his lips, and holding his pillow **** his face and his shoulders on his chest.

If she really wants to beat him, then she should not use a pillow, but she used a pillow to play, obviously it needs to vent, but she does not want to really put it down.

Mo Jingshen stood still at the edge of the bed, letting her wave her pillow and attack him on the body, let her eyes become more and more red, tears fell more and more fierce, and her eyes could not be clearly seen. Is love, hate, maybe, love what he did for her, love him from the beginning to the present, hate him for being strong and calm to terrible self-control, hate him when she lost her child, it seems that nothing The same happened to break her from heaven to hell.

People are most afraid of love and hate, but she has experienced it. People are most afraid of living for too long, but they are always planted on the same person, but she has also experienced it!

She was tired, but she still slammed the pillow on him. The strong white pillow in the hotel was almost deformed by her hand. She didn't know if more strength was used to beat him or to pinch the pillow. I only know that there is nothing in the room to say that is inside, she will really blow up if she does not vent it.

"Seasonal." Seeing her tired, Mo Jingshen looked down at the woman's crying eyes and messy hair, whispering her name.

The warmth of the season seemed to have not been heard, and it seemed to be heard, because her originally weak movement suddenly turned to increase her strength, and the pillow fell on his face.

The man suddenly smashed the pillow that had been smashed by her, and stretched her arm and plunged her into her arms. The warmth of the hand was empty, and she hit the chin without warning. She even stopped. Nothing at all, it’s even more mad in his arms, with punches and kicks, his hands on his shoulders, his chin on his shoulders and even his face playing back and forth until she was Although the trimmed nails did not scratch his face, but because of too much force, he took a few red marks on the man's side face until her tears soaked the clothes on his chest shirt until the ink was deep. Let her calm down, she did not hear the same still pat on him...

Until the man bowed his head and kissed her wet and salty lips soaked in tears, and pressed her to the bed, suppressing her body that had been continually swaying, locking her with absolute strength. Until she gradually softened under him, no longer tampering, but her red eyes were full of grievances watching him, the man sighed slightly on her lips.

"Well, just eat a few things, as you toss like this, I will digest it in a little while, I will have a sick look when I am sick. After I have a fever, I will stand still and let you fight, huh?" The hand stroked her cheek and opened her hair on her cheek.

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(After yesterday, there was a chapter that was closed to the dark house. Later, after deleting more than a thousand words, it was released. If you didn’t delete the part, you don’t need to say more.)

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