The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 130 of course cherish

It’s embarrassing that the season is warm and the ink is deep. I want to even let her go out, what is embarrassing.

Ink Shen Shen suddenly held her hand and stared at the little woman who didn't know how to live.

"Monitoring also has dead ends. We are looking for a corner that can't be photographed." She said, she would step back to the bathroom door, and her hand still clung to his shirt and prevented him from retreating.

In the moment when the season warmed to hide behind the door, Mo Jing sighed deeply, holding her wrist and bowing down to the low path of her teeth: "Do you want me to die?"

The warm hand of the season was controlled by him. He couldn’t move any more. He could only look at him with his eyes. He said with sincerity: "I can really..."

Seeing the ink in the depths of the eye, the eye-warming expressions are full of excitement: "I have a rare chance to take this initiative! You still don't cherish!"

"Of course, we must cherish." Mo Jing deep smiled, but still holding her wrist: "The wound in your hand is not deep, but it is scratched by those metal corners when climbing up. This kind of injury is inherently Need to break the cold, and then rain again, now it has started to be red and swollen."

Instead, he came to appease her and kissed her tenderly on her forehead: "I can't risk the infection of your wound."

The warm season is very regrettable at the moment, I regret that I have just prepared everything else, but I forgot to prepare a pair of anti-wear and scratch-resistant rubber gloves when climbing up.

She looked at it for a while and she did have some red and swollen palms. From time to time, she would pick up some blood on her thin wounds.

The warm season can only raise his hand and hug his back, put his face on his chest, close his eyes, listen to the man is not as calm and gentle as usual.

But even so, even if the dark hair of the ink scene is a bit messy, it is still beautiful and uncast, and has its own calm and self-sustaining charm.

In contrast, the seasons that have just climbed up from the 30th floor, almost all the clothes are drenched, and some bloodshots are hung on the clothes. There are small red marks on the face, and the whole person is not wandering. Like words.

Unexpectedly, at such a point, she is still more embarrassed than him.

Suddenly, the man whispered: "You go out first, let me take a shower."

The season warmed and opened his eyes. The consciousness that almost fell asleep in his arms did not wake up for a while. He confusedly asked: "Is it cold?"

"Ok."

The season warmed nodded, and the very well-turned body was about to get out of the bathroom. As a result, a dry towel was suddenly thrown on the head.

She went out with a bath towel.

The result of the relaxation of the spirit is that I really want to sleep. She puts a bath towel around her, and she is going to go to bed or on the sofa for a while, and as soon as she gets close to the bed, she sees a big bag in the quilt, in her head. The drowsiness is astounding in an instant.

She fixed her mind, opened the dimly lit wall lamp on the bed, and slowly reached out and smashed the quilt.

Sure enough, I saw a young woman lying there quietly, breathing smoothly and sleeping all the time. In this case, she could still sleep.

Well, this is also a secretary of the Moh Group. If it is not because of drinking coffee with An Shuyan, it will not be sent to the big BOSS inexplicably. After all, it is also an innocent person.

The warm season will cover the quilt again. Although her face is covered, she will be left with some gaps on the corner to avoid suffocating people.

The rain outside the window is still down, but it is a little smaller than before, and the thunder is farther away.

The warmth stood in front of the window and looked at the sea not far away. Until now, she did not dare to look directly at the bottom of the building from this angle. The height of the 33-story, even the flower beds under the floor could not be seen clearly. They are all shadows of the size of the fingernail.

One word of love is really a superstition of time and place.

It will make people inexplicably courageous, and even put aside life and death.

The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped, and the ink came out deeply. I saw the warmth standing in front of the window and looking at the sea directly in front.

(End of this chapter)