The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 144 is full of thoughts, who has the upper hand

The next evening, the warm season and the ink of Jing Shen went back to the Mohist family and saw several cars parked in the front yard.

It’s just that Mo Dong returned to the country once, and there are so many cars to follow.

As the person in charge of the Shine Group, it is really extraordinary. After returning to the country, there are countless bodyguards on the side. Even the bodyguards are all luxury cars of no less than one million. It is not a general arrangement.

When the two entered the Mohist family, because of the time of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was already a festive atmosphere in the house.

When I first walked into the front hall, I saw that Master Mo and Mosuo were chatting slowly with An Father, as if they were talking about something to be happy about, and they all had smiles on their faces.

An Shuyan sat on the side of An's father. When he raised his eyes, he saw the warmth of the season and the depth of the ink and the depths of the fingers came in.

Mossau saw this scene. The face that was originally smiling was suddenly sunk. He glanced at An's father. When Father saw the warm season, his eyes were more chilled and more rude. Look, look at the warm season.

"Grandpa." The warmth of the season is like a no-one greeting to the old man, and the look is natural. It is not influenced by the eyes of those people. Then he calmly looks at the face that is not so good-looking: "Dad."

Mossau retracted his eyes in a cold, and he did not even respond.

I don’t feel embarrassed in the warm season. I smiled and looked at An's father: "Hello, Mr. An, I am the wife of Jingshen, my name is Ji Wen."

After all, the attitude of the warm season is not humble and people can't pick up the fault. The father is not happy and can't behave like Mossau, so there is still a gentleman sitting on the side.

"You're welcome, Miss Ji is sitting down." An Father returned.

An Shuyan also showed a faint smile of a lot of courtesy, watching the season warm, and then looking at the ink Jing Shen.

Mo Jingshen has already handed the gift box that he just bought on the road, and handed it to the housekeeper Ou Bo, saying: "The season is warm, I heard that Dad and An Shu are about to return to the United States, knowing that foreign countries can rarely drink authentic Chinese good tea. I also know that Dad and An Shu have a hobby of tea for many years. Before I came here, I bought a few boxes of Biluochun."

There is also obvious dissatisfaction on the face of Mosuo, but after all, it is not privately taught now. After seeing the warmth of the season, he has always been naturally and modest. He can’t find any handles. No wrinkled eyebrows, cold and cold should say: "Well, let it go."

Ou Bogang had to take the boxes of tea that they brought to the back. The old man suddenly looked back and raised his eyebrows: "Is Dongting Biluochun? This is indeed an authentic good tea that is difficult to buy abroad. I I haven’t drunk Biluochun for a long time, and I’m going to take the tea brought by Jitoutou, I will try it first!”

"Okay, Father." O'Brien went away.

"Ji Tingtou, you don't stand in that stupidity, what are you doing in front of your house? Come to Grandpa to sit here!" Father also waved to the warm season.

The season smiled and walked over, and Mo Jingshen looked at each other, and the two sat down next to the old man.

"Speaking, I am the second time to see Miss Ji." An Father suddenly opened his mouth and looked at it with his eyes. He looked at the warmth of the season: "At the dinner party held by Shine, there was no chance to miss Miss Ji. Speaking, I only remember that the depth of field took you upstairs. Miss Ji was physically uncomfortable at the time?"

What happened on the day of the warm season, almost everyone who is sitting now knows that the original singer, Mossau, sat next to him, but the father asked him, clearly being deliberately in trouble.

The season warmly smiled: "I was accidentally greedy, I drank a little more, and fell asleep in the bathroom. If it wasn't for the depth of field, I guess I could sleep all night. I was so shameful that day. Mr. An Lao, you should never make fun of me."

The old man of Mo, who was very cooperative, laughed at the side, and others could not laugh.

Her answer was too frank, but it was like a child who accidentally drank more wine, spit out his tongue in front of the elders, and was exempted from being taught, which made An's father blink of an eye.

Ink deep eyes smile, the tone of calm and open: "The small facts between husband and wife should not be placed on the table, she usually has no chance to drink, the amount of wine is really bad, that night is just a few glasses of champagne to find Somewhere I fell asleep, it made me find it."

"A few glasses of champagne are drunk, Miss Ji's drink is really not very good." An Father also followed the smile, the smile is not up to the eye.

"Mr. An old, you really made fun of me. I used to take medicine when I was a child. I have been allergic to alcohol for a few years. I am no longer allergic when I grow up. My father has never let me drink. My temper is a little reluctant, I think others can Drink, I can drink too, so I often find opportunities to sneak a few cups, but every time I get drunk..." She said and laughed: "The depth of field is always in charge of me. I secretly hid next night." After a few cups, the result almost made a joke..."

The season is warm and the eyebrows are hanging down. It seems very embarrassing: "The depth of field did not say much to me in the past few days. It is estimated that a drop of wine will not let me touch again. He is stricter than my father."

An's smile was a little lighter, and his eyes were cold and cold. He looked at the warmth of the smile that was always smiling. It was already somewhat unpleasant, but he did not say it clearly.

A man will be in charge of his wife, and even the little things of drinking must be stared at all times. The implication is that Mo Jingshen really cares about the warm season.

Mossau heard that the warm-hearted Xiao Nizi was deliberately going to the father's army. His cold voice suddenly sounded: "If the amount of alcohol is not good, you will move out less. After all, the name of Mrs. Mo is still on the head. If you have a few drops of wine in a public place, you will be drunk, and you will lose more than your own face."

When Mosuo said this, the other people had not spoken. The old man immediately glanced at him: "What is shameful? Whether Jitou is at home or outside, what does she do to pick people? It’s a problem!”

Mossau’s sharp scorpion was cold: “Under the crowd, it’s not enough to be held back in the room by the depth of field.”

"Under the broad public, who is the one who can't get the top of the table..." Mo Jing's faint voice, the voice is cool: "Is it really necessary to say something here?"

Obviously, the sound of Mo Jingshen is no different from the usual tone. At the place, some people are keenly aware of the undercurrent that suppresses concealment. It only takes a time of distraction, as if it can be his quiet. Frozen to the water to form ice.

Mossau's face is filled with anger: "Depth of field, what do you mean by this?"

(End of this chapter)