The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 104, Ink Jing Shen, you can't take advantage of my usual temper...

The warmth of the season suddenly took a step back, with a serious expression of "I want to keep a distance from you", and all of them were in a state of hedgehog, trying to move back.

Ink stunned her: "Are you taking another step?"

"..."

The season is not warm, and when you turn around, you stick it on the wall of the elevator. When you drink, you drink. After being drunk, it looks like a gas bag.

Out of the elevator, into the room, the warm season slipped directly into the inside, still insisting on keeping a distance from the ink.

Ink Jing Shen raised his hand and pressed the eyebrows, then looked at her expression, black eyes stared at her, slow and easy to solve the expensive and delicate cufflinks, low: "You are drunk, I am not with you. Take care, come over."

Standing in the warmth of the season, standing by the window, leaning against the curtains seems to be a little safe.

"I am not drunk!" she screamed.

"I will let you come." Mo Jing deep interrupted her.

The warmth of the season leaned against the curtains, and the hand clasped the fabric of the curtains, and the eyes fell on the toes of his feet. He whispered: "I said that I am not drunk or drunk. You can’t take advantage of me. I usually want to be quiet. It’s not allowed to find a place to stay for a while, and I..."

"Do you have a good temper?" Mo Jing is like laughing and laughing.

Seasonal warmth: "..."

Isn’t her temper now good enough?

"You are not drunk?" He was sneer again.

Seasonal warmth: "..."

No matter, she is not drunk anyway!

"Well, since you are not drunk, then let's talk about things tonight." Mo Jingshen's low and cold voice approached.

The warm eyes saw him coming over, and the whole person subconsciously posted to the window behind him.

"You take a step back, the unreliable window of that level will open, here is the 18th floor, do you want to fall?" He spit out this sentence without any temperature.

The warmth of the season is just a hop. I just felt that there was some cool breeze behind me. I saw the window behind the curtains used to decorate the beautiful window. It was not very secure. There was still a gap, and the silk leaked to her back. The wind.

She silently, stretched her hand and pulled the window inward. When she closed it completely, she suddenly felt that the taste of the man’s clearing had gradually approached.

Don't look at him in the warm season.

Looking at her obviously obviously intends to continue to ignore his posture, the perfect squat line of Mo Jingshen tightened, the next second, her wrist was directly restrained by him, pressed on the floor-to-side window behind her.

The warmth of the season recognized the strength of his oppression, and suddenly he was shocked. He looked up at him and stepped back. The whole person leaned on the glass behind him.

However, just as she subconsciously struggled, the man’s cell phone ringing suddenly sounded –

The pleasing ringtone, one after another, without guessing, must know that the dinner party is not over yet, whether the phone is called by An Shuyan or Moshao, it always has nothing to do with her.

"Your phone is ringing."

In the depths of the ink, as if he did not hear it, he was still staring at her.

The warmth of the season was seen by him, and he stopped after seeing his cell phone ringing a few times. After a few seconds, he continued to yell. She simply raised her hand and touched it on his coat. He touched the phone and saw the above display. Is a string of numbers that have not been stored in the address book.

But the warm season also recognized that it was the number of An Shuyan. She only saw it once that night. She remembered the string with the instinct of the woman.

She smiled and looked at him and handed the phone to his eyes: "It's your secretary."

Mo Jing Shen was cold and cold, and pushed her to the mobile phone in front of him. When she looked at him in the warmth of the season, she took the mobile phone directly from her hand and threw it with mercy.

"Hey!", the phone fell heavily on the ground in the slightly reflective golden tile floor, and the ringing tone that had been ringing all the time stopped.

Mo Jingshen is the kind of expression that does not need to make a wrath at all. It is just a faint cold look that can make people fearful.

Although the warmth of the season is not afraid, it is still because of the moment when the mobile phone falls, and the mind is blank.

"My secretary?" He sneered: "Who gave her the qualification?"

The warm season returned to God, and he turned his eyes over his shoulder to look at the broken mobile phone on the ground.

Although she was not the one she bought with her, she still couldn’t help but look at it.

"I will say it again." His gaze fell on her face and fell into her ear with a clear word: "You are not sober now, we don't have to argue, wait until you wake up tomorrow, talk again, obey. ,Ok?"

He clearly had a cold look. He was obviously dissatisfied, but after all, he slowed down his voice because of his warm eyes, so as not to scare her.

......

Before the warm season, there was a lot of wine in the clear bar. The taste was not good, she went to take a shower.

Because I don't want to face the ink depth of the moment, this bath has been washed for a long time.

She wrapped her bath towel tightly, and put a bathrobe on the outside of the bath towel to ensure that she went out of the bathroom from head to toe.

I glanced at the room and didn't see the ink of Shen Jingshen.

Did he go back to the dinner party?

The season warmth slowly swollen the body of the bathrobe, walked to the window, opened the window, thick bathrobes barely able to withstand the cold night wind outside the window.

This time is already late. There is no one in the corridor of this hotel. There is no one to walk back and forth. The night window is quiet. Only the occasional passing lights pass by, the lights flash, and the height of the 18th floor can be seen almost half. The bonfire of Haicheng.

The wine was finally awake a few more points.

It is also clear that what I want now is indeed more than before.

If it was more than a month ago, when she just woke up in the wedding room, she would not care about the words of those people today, including the existence of An Shuyan.

All she wants is the identity of Mrs. Mo. All she wants is to be able to hold everything she has lost, and not to repeat the same mistakes.

What is needed is to relive this life.

But just now, she really really minds, minding that she is even shocked.

She may be really emotionally tonight.

When I came out, I didn’t even think about it, and I went straight to the car that was very cold.

In the usual way, the knife holder will not necessarily go up on her neck.

The warmth of the season raised his hand and stroked the amount, and suddenly there was some regret.

It’s really alive and two, and almost everyone who has experienced it is actually not strong enough.

She just turned around and suddenly heard the sound of the door. When she turned her eyes, she saw the deep and straight figure of the ink scene entering the door. The coat on the man seemed to be contaminated with the coldness of the night, but it did not affect his handsomeness. The two boxes are like takeaways that he just personally packed back.

(End of this chapter)