The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 131, your son is still your son!

A few hours before dawn, it is the same for the warm season.

The two were sleeping on the sofa, and the ink was deep in the arms of the season. The warmth of the season was very steady in his arms, but in the vagueness he could feel his body has been unusually hot.

Until four or five in the morning, the sky gradually became white, and the season warmed down. I opened my eyes and looked at the still dark room. At the same time, I felt that the depth of the ink seemed to be finally falling asleep.

Although the temperature on his body is still hotter than usual, but not as serious as last night, he should have smashed the most difficult stage and finally fell asleep under physical and mental exhaustion.

The warmth of the season is so close to his arms, listening to his heartbeat, slowly raising his hand, holding his neck and closing his eyes.

The sleeping man does not know whether he is awake or instinctive. He will tighten the seasons warmly, and the gentle kiss will fall on the top of her head. It seems to be an unintentional kiss, but let the season warm in his arms and can not help but laugh. The next.

After the warm season, I slept for more than two hours. When I opened my eyes, it was already bright.

She looked up and saw that Mo Jingshen finally fell asleep, and the temperature on his body had completely fallen. She was relieved, and the movement was very light and slow, and she took it out of his arms and took him again. The coat was on him.

Go to the bed with a light hand, open the curtains, look at the sky, although last night was the heavy rain of thunder and lightning, this morning is sunny, it seems that it is already 7 o'clock in the morning.

At this time, there was a footstep sound approaching the door, and the season warmed and turned around. When I heard the voice of the old man, I went straight to the door.

"You are hiding the depth of field is very hidden! No wonder the people I sent out have never found the right place!" Master Murray walked out of the door and yelled and said: "Your boy can now be said to be a good idea!" ”

The voice of Mossau sounded outside the door: "I am afraid that I can't afford these four words in front of my father."

Ink screamed coldly: "You can't count the hearts of people! This time, you are still defeated!"

"You are confident in the self-control of the depth of field. If you have to come over early in the morning, I will not sell it to you. After the door is opened, you still recognize the reality and let the book be married soon. I continue to **** this heart." Mosuo's tone is full of ambiguity.

"Oh." Master ink smirked: "Then you open the door and try."

The warmth was posted on the door, and I heard the conversation outside until I heard a very short music sound that the room card was brushed outside the door. She moved her eyebrows and stretched her hand to open the door in the first step.

There is still a little cold smile on the face of Mossau, and that expression really corresponds to the words of the old man, and has a taste of old-fashioned.

As a result, in the moment when the warm figure appeared suddenly in the door, Mossau’s face instantly became stiff, and soon it fell cold, staring at her coldly: “How is it?”

The warmth of the season gave him a slight smile, and there was no temperature to laugh: "Mu Dong, good morning."

Mosuo looked at her with an ugly expression, and suddenly he had to enter the door to see the situation inside. The warmth of the season was standing in front of the door and did not let it go. A man in his fifties was the father of Mo Jingshen, in front of her. It’s not going to stretch out and push her away.

Master ink came over with a cane, and gave a thumbs up to the warmth of the season. His eyes were full of gratification and appreciation. Then the old **** was laughing and looking at the face of the esoteric Mesho: "How? I said If you are defeated, you are defeated. After all, your son is still your father. In the matter of Sun’s wife, you can’t shake it!”

"How did you find it?" After all, Mossau was a man who had seen the wind and rain. After a moment of sinking, he was cold and cold and asked about the warm season.

A warm smile in the warm season: "How to find it is not important. What is important is that the person who was with the depth of field last night was me."

Mossau looked cold.

Don't wait for him to talk, the old man of Mo has helped him again: "Jiyuetou, have been married for so long, what is it called Dong Dong? Grandpa is here to give you the master, he is the father of Jingshen, you should change your mouth. It is."

Mossau’s face is still very dark. He did not expect to see the scene. Instead, he was warmed up by the season and the old man in this early morning. The face was lost, and his eyes were full of anger.

The season is hesitating, but after all, I still have to give my grandfather's face a slight smile: "Dad."

Mossau looked at her coldly: "Miss Ji's dad, I am afraid I can't afford it, you are willing to shout and shout, after all, it can't be called for a few days."

The warmth of the season was a smile, and he was not distracted by the indifference and threats in his words. He still stood in front of the door and prevented him from entering.

Not to mention that the woman who is still sleeping in bed is innocent, can not be involved, can not be seen by him, only said that ink Jing Shen, stunned all night, finally dawned to sleep, always have to let him Sleep for a while.

Ink’s face is not pleasant, but Mossau’s face is: “Ji’s head shouted at you, it’s already giving you a face. You can’t take your stubborn temper. The marriage in depth of field is his own choice. Even if you are his father, you are not qualified to gesticulate! Ji Shantou has long been a Mohist person, not to mention that she is still a 20-year-old child, you can not talk to others? Is it so horizontal? ”

Mr. Mo also said: "As the saying goes, rather than dismantling a temple, you don't ruin a marriage. You are also a big boss. You have been in the United States for a long time. You can't write these words with respect. You are so aggressive and like!"

"The future of depth of field belongs to the United States and belongs to Shine." Mosuo said in a cold voice: "I don't want to repeat this kind of thing, the book is the most suitable candidate!"

"Where is Anshiyan suitable? On the family history, the warmth of the season is not much worse than the book, but the Jijia is in Haicheng! If the depth of field returns to the United States to take over Shine in the future, the season warmth may not be better than him. It’s bad! You haven’t even compared it, so it’s so stubborn to deny the warm season!”

By his 80-year-old father, he was stubborn and stubborn, and Mosuo was black and cold, and then looked coldly at the season.

Mossau suddenly told the back of the bodyguard: "Take her away!"

The bodyguard suddenly stepped forward, and the old man saw him, and he slammed his crutches on the ground and angered: "Who dares to move my grandmother!"

Mossau looked at the old man with cold eyes and continued to whisper: "Is it all right? Take this woman away!"

"enough."

Amazingly, a cold voice rang behind the warm season.

The ink scene stood there with no expression on the face, and the sound of Ling Ling Ling was chilly, the twilight was cold, and the faint eyes were cast out.

(End of this chapter)