The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 105, you still know who your husband is.

The man stood in front of the door and saw her squatting there. She was wrapped in a bath towel and a bathrobe like a bloated snowman. His cold eyebrows were instantly smashed.

"Come here." He faintly opened his voice, and his voice could not tell the joy.

The warm season still stood still there, just thought he was going back to the dinner, the result was actually...

Going to buy her food?

"At night, I had an accident in the bathroom. I was in a cold, unconscious, and now I was standing in front of the window and blowing. Do you want to be directly ill?" Mo Jingshen’s voice was pale: "Close the window, come over."

The warm season is indeed a bit cold. I just thought that the blowing of the hair can be more awake. Seeing the ink in the depths of the eyes is a few degrees cold, and simply lifted the hand and closed the window.

Going over, she looked down at the takeaway that he had in his hand, and smelled it as a few dishes that she usually loved.

Looking up again, I saw the ink in the depths of the bathrobe on her body, as if it was not so cold.

"You didn't go back to the party?" The season warmed up and cleared the throat. Some unnaturally said: "I thought..."

Ink Shen deepened his hand and stroked her face, warmed the season, and looked up at him.

The tentacle was cold, he didn't talk, the cold brow was tied, and the warm palm was stunned on her face until the warm expression of the season was no longer so stiff, and the face was no longer so cool before the takeaway in the other hand. Put it on the table next to it.

"An Anshiyan has already made you look like this. If I go back now, you are afraid that even the 18th floor will dare to jump." Mo Jingshen is cold and cold.

Seasonal warmth: "...I don't want to die."

Ink sight squinted at her, holding her chin in her hand, and her cold twilight glared at her: "Wake up?"

"When I took a shower, the wine woke up a lot." Ji Wen tried not to open his face, but he was still pinched by his chin and couldn't turn his eyes.

She looked up at him, her eyes were opposite, the man’s dawn was a little dull, and she stared at her for a long time: "What is the matter of Sheng Yihan?"

The season is warm and licking the eyelids, and the tone is somewhat disapproving: "I have nothing to do with him. He has always been the attending doctor of Xia Tian. When I go to the hospital to see Xia Tian, ​​it is inevitable that there will be some intersection."

Seeing Mo Jingshen is just watching her cold and cold, she can't help but blink her eyebrows and continue to explain: "He will return to the family, and invite me to come to the dinner. I didn't know what it was. The banquet, I didn't think about it, but I was brought back by the wrong time... I was afraid that there was nothing wrong with it, and then I saw you and An Book..."

Speaking of this, the warm eyes of the season seem to have slandered him, even if he did not speak, the meaning is obvious.

It means that she did not dress up as a female companion at all, nor did she want to have too much relationship with Sheng Yihan.

Still not because of his reasons? Otherwise there will not be so many things tonight.

Reading her understanding of this expression under the arrogant accusation, Mo Jingshen was laughed.

The force of his fingers on her chin was on her muscles, and she provoked her inexplicably sensitive tremor.

"First eat." He put his hand down and opened the takeaway on the table. Inside the exquisite translucent box, there were Chinese hot dishes and pastries that were warm in the season, and a cup of hot juice.

The warm season was originally a bit boring, but now I am awake most of the time, but I can’t make it up. I sit down and pick up the chopsticks and taste it.

"How do you know that I didn't eat?" She said casually as she ate, her eyes only staring at the food in front of her, not looking at the man beside her.

"When you just spit outside, you can only spit out the wine. If you still can't see it, how can I be your husband?" Mo Jing saw that she was still interested, and she also knew that she would not take her own body and The stomach can't get through, and the tone is softer and softer when you talk, not so cold.

There was still a lot of food in the warm mouth of the season. After she paused, she suddenly poked it in the rice with chopsticks. The vaguely muttered: "You still know who your husband is..."

Ink dark and eyebrows moved, and the hand sighed on her head, and laughed softly.

Hearing that he was actually laughing, the season warmed up and swallowed his mouth, and looked up at him: "Ink deep, I am awake, but it does not mean that my anger is gone! You actually laughed out?" ”

"So you are wronged?" He was still laughing, his finger had already pointed her eyebrows with anger.

She is not wronged!

She is angry!

Mo Jingshen was originally the only orthodox heir of the Mohist family, and the most promising heir. As long as he nodded, no one could stop him from getting it.

What's more, the foundation of the Mohist family has always been very stable. It does not need any support from the family. It is also a giant in the Chinese American enterprises. The status will not be incited, and it will be counted, and the family is just a mutually beneficial relationship. .

Everything is just the wishful thinking of the father of Mo Jingshen, but it can be said by those people, as if the ink is not deep, the book is his loss.

Which woman is not angry with this change?

In order to prevent this little woman from eating, she can also eat a stomach. Mo Jingshen sat next to her and put the hot juice in front of her. The voice was clear and patiently explained: "Remember that I promised you, one week. Let Ann Secretary return to the United States?"

The season was warm and awkward, and I quickly reached out and took the juice and took a sip to barely sigh.

Mo Jingshen’s hand gently stroked her back, while helping her down the air and whispering: “The cooperation between Moh and Shine Group should have been completed in about two weeks, but I was forced to limit it to one. It’s the end of the week, and it’s also the reason why the company’s overtime meetings and project attendance are too frequent in recent days.”

The warm eyes of the season: "You are because of me, so the work that should have ended in two weeks is all compressed in one week?"

Mo Jing smiled deeply: "My father really intends to leave An Shuyan in Haicheng, but I probably know about the situation of Anjia and Anshuyan. Tonight is the bureau for them. Every step is planned. Among them, the purpose is to successfully send An Shuyan back to the United States, and there will be no complaints with the family."

Seeing the warm eyes of the season, I suddenly apologized. He smiled: "After all, the Mohist family and the Anjia family are years of world friendship. They can't make the faces of the two parents' faces too ugly, so there will be the scene you saw tonight."

The warm season only realized that it was a big mistake to eat this vinegar tonight, and apologized and apologized: "I didn’t actually see anything tonight..."

What she saw was only Anshuyan as a female companion of Mo Jingshen. No matter what other people’s words and deeds were, but Mo Jingshen and An Shuzhu did not have any excessive relatives.

Mo Jingshen raised his hand and pinched it on her face full of blame: "Is it still jealous? Is it still running alone? Are you angry? Um?"

(End of this chapter)