The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

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"If Laozi can't save his grandson and grandmother today, he will die with your son!" Master Murray turned to the direction of the stairway.

Mossau sees him. This is true. He is squinting at the moment: "The warm season can be put, but even if you take her to the depth of field now, the result is the same irreparable, why bother?"

"Let you-mother's shit! Depth of field is definitely impossible to touch the gimmick of Anjia!" Master Murray sighed: "Do you want to let go of people? I want to kill you, killing you, this filial son, making us a chicken flying Do you stop when the dog jumps home and breaks?"

Mossau was silent for a while, and suddenly he looked at the bodyguards on the stairs.

The bodyguard nodded and took the key to switch the door to the door.

The crisp unlocking sounded, and the next season, the warmth was used to unscrew the door. I walked out and saw the face that was not looking good in the hallway. Her face was a little white, and she turned to look at the ink. Father.

"Ji's head! Where did you get hurt? Tell Grandpa!" The old man walked over with a cane and trembled, facing her, full of distress.

On the warm lips, there was bloodshot bite that she had bitten by herself. She stared at the old man for a long time, and determined that the angry and distressed expression on the face of the father was true. Everything was not joking, she suppressed the rushing heart. Emotion, try to calmly ask: "Grandpa, what you just said, is it true?"

Knowing that she was hearing this, Master James closed his eyes. Obviously, she did not want her to be too uncomfortable. She whispered comfortably: "Don’t worry, I believe in depth of field, he will be able to pass."

Mossau’s eyes are dark and cold: “Father, I have seen people, can you rest assured?”

When the old man returned to his head and just wanted to marry him, Moshao had already called the bodyguard: "Send the old man back to the ink house."

"Just let me go back alone? No, the warm season must go with me!"

Master Mo was holding a cane in one hand and quickly reaching out with the other hand. He grabbed the warm wrist and pulled her behind him. The old and slightly squatting body kept the season behind him.

The warmth of the season looked at the old man in front of him, but he couldn’t say a word. His eyes were chilly, and he kept looking at the expressionless Moss.

Mossau ignored the warm eyes of the season and said: "I let you see her and prove that she is indeed unharmed here, but before tomorrow morning, she can't leave here, she must stay well under my eyes. Can't give her the chance to break the depth of field and the good things in the book."

The warmth of the season has shivered and suddenly opened: "You force him in this way, and think about what the consequences will be after tomorrow!"

Mossau screamed coldly: "The consequences? Of course, the result is that you signed a divorce. Do you think that after going tonight, will the depth of field be yours?"

The two seasons of the two seasons have not been so tempered by the present, if the person in front of him is not the father of Mo Jingshen, she will certainly cut him with a knife!

Feeling her excitement, Master ink held her hand: "Ji Yutou, first go back with Grandpa."

"She can't go!" Mossau had some dissatisfaction when he was in the eye.

"She must go with me!" Master Mur, who caught the warmth of the season, refused to leave her here: "She is a person with deep depth of field, even if the depth of field is not here, look at the warmth of the season called me grandfather I also want to bring her safe and safe back to the Mohist!"

"The book can also call you a grandfather." Mossau looked cold and cold: "As long as I have passed tonight, the depth of field will know that the person who is most suitable for him is still An Book."

Master ink cold face, still firmly grasping the warm wrist of the season, keeping her behind, the two bodyguards want to get close to each other, they are lifted by the father to lift the crutches.

Master Murray sighed lowly: "Who dares to touch my grandmother! Let me go from the old man to me!"

"Father!" Mossau was sullen, his voice was already warning and dissatisfied: "You are so old, you should not mix up with the junior!"

The old man refused to let go, even if he was old, he was still looking at his eyes, no worse than his 50-year-old son.

Mossau looked at the scene. After a while, frowning and waved impatiently: "I have done it, let them go, and send the old man back to the ink house."

The face of Mr. Mo's father still does not ease, and he will be suffocated to the face to lose his **** season.

"It is OK to bring the warmth back to the ink house. In the morning, I will let the depth of field and the book read back to see you and sign a divorce agreement with her directly." Mosuo stood in the same place on the stairway and said deeply.

The old man inked coldly and didn't pay attention to it.

Until the warm season was brought into the car, the old man ink sat in front, and the driver looked drunk and asked the driver to drive.

Then I turned back and said, "Child, don't worry, I believe in depth of field. With his willpower, I can overcome everything that happened tonight. He loves you and sticks to your marriage, except you. He will not touch any woman outside, believe in Grandpa."

The warmth of the season has suppressed the emotion for a long time. Try to keep yourself calm in front of the old man, lest he be too worried. He whispered: "So, is he really and Anshuyan, being locked up?"

Mr. Mo sighed: "What kind of person is Shen Shen's father? I can understand it. Today, he can ask people to force you to be here. The things in the depth of field are also true. If it is not because of I heard the wind from the people around Shao, and it is impossible to come over and take you away now."

"If you can find me, do you know where the depth of field is?" The season is frowning.

Master Mok shook his head: "I have sent some people to check out before I rushed, but Haicheng is so big, there are tens of thousands of hotels with four or five stars. What Grandpa can do now is to save you the first time. Come out, I can't find anyone in the depth of field, but you are the heart of the depth of field and can't hurt you."

"Parking." The season warmly said: "Grandpa, let me get off."

Master Mo has been silent for a moment, not knowing her temper. This is the marriage of the warm season and the ink of Shen Jing. She has what she wants to say, and what she has to do, he should not stop.

The car just stopped, and the warmth of the season suddenly pushed the door off.

She turned and ran back to the villa just before, and rushed in before the gate had closed.

Mossau heard the movement of returning from the door, and looked back at the warmth of the season, and the cold twilight looked at her.

"I have been taken away by my father, what are you doing back?" Mosuo was a cold mouth.

"You should be clear, the depth of field is in the matter of An Shuyan, and you have some face for you and Anjia, and you are now using this ridiculous means to trap him. From then on, you can still hold the depth of field, But it is not necessarily!" The warmth of the season ignores the two bodyguards in front of her, and looks at the ink to the cold.

(End of this chapter)