The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 137 is not qualified

"I mean... we will go home first..."

"Not good." The man's slap in the face of the warmth and a shy expression of the face, said: "I was not very powerful last night? Today is it?"

......

When Mo Jingshen had just thrown into the phone at the bedside when he entered the door, he suddenly vibrated.

"You have to pick up the phone first." The season warmed softly.

It’s really hard to live...

She had nothing to say yesterday and put herself in.

Ink Jing looked at her and looked at the phone on the bedside table. She saw the number of the caller, which was An Book.

He reached out and hanged up, bowed his head and asked: "Is it tired or tired?"

The warm season is the phone that looks at the bedside table: "Who's the phone? Why don't you pick up..."

Before the words were finished, his mobile phone began to vibrate again. She left her eyes and raised her head slightly and saw the caller number on his mobile phone.

Still the number of numbers without notes, she recognized the numbers.

Actually it is An Book.

"She has made two consecutive calls over, should there be anything?"

Mo Jingshen has no expression of apathy: "Her electronic resignation has been submitted to the company, Shen Mu will handle, do not need me to handle."

The season warming machine moved his hand up a few points and took the initiative to pick up his mobile phone and handed it to him: "I am even more curious. She will soon return to the United States, and she has already resigned, can I still talk to you?"

"Curious?" Mo Jing deep eyebrows pick up the cold.

The sound of the phone's vibration gradually stopped, and it sounded again after ten seconds.

Ink Jing saw the warmth of the season and got up. At the same time, she also got her up, and she sat in his arms, holding her waist in one hand and letting her escape. The other hand took the phone and pressed the hands-free.

At the moment when the phone was connected, the ink was deep and the tone was very weak: "What?"

An Shuyan was silent for a moment on the phone. After a while, he said softly: "Mu Zong, my letter of approval has just been received, and the speed is very fast. Is it your approval?"

The man is indifferent: "It is Shen Mu."

On the other side of the phone, I was quiet for a long time before I heard a soft voice from An Shuyan: "Even if I resign, you are not going to handle it. You are really indifferent to people who have nothing to do with yourself."

The warmth of the season looks at the man's face that is always quiet and has no temperature. At this moment, I feel that it is true that the invisible ink depth of the world is not true.

Mo Jingshen is still extremely indifferent: "You didn't go through my consent when you came, and there is no need to wait for my approval when you leave."

An Shuyan suddenly clenched the phone over the phone.

What he meant was that her coming and going had nothing to do with him. From the beginning to the end, there is no need to leave a trace of traces in him.

This is really the style of ink Jing Shen.

Anshu said that he had settled his mind and said: "Mu Shu means that after going back to the United States next weekend with the details of all aspects of the cooperation with the Moh, I will go back with him, but before that I I will live with him for a few days with my father."

Ink did not speak, and only listened faintly.

"In addition... my father has already planned to lift my marriage contract with the Wesson family..."

"This is your business, don't tell me." Mo Jingshen's attitude is extremely weak.

An Shuyan sighed slightly, knowing that he did not want to listen, thought about it or said something to say: "I heard the second lady of the quarter family said something, she mentioned the recent changes in the warm season, From some details, don't you think that there may be something really glaring at you in the warm season?"

The quarterly warmth was listening to the side, picking up the eyebrows slightly, and looking at the sight of the ink scent to her.

She smiled at him and suddenly leaned over to his ear and whispered in the tone of An Shuyan’s voice: "You don't think there is something really glaring at you in the warm season?"

Mo Jingjing silently looked at her and laughed softly. The tone of the person on the other side of the phone was still cold and waveless: "This is my personal matter. No one is qualified to intervene and ask."

(End of this chapter)