The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 151, the man has a kind of indifference and clearth in the bones.

It’s probably to see her feelings of ease and self-confidence. Mo Jing sighed her waist and took her into her arms. The words were low and some warnings: “Don’t go back to me in any future. Go to block, keep me in mind, hear no?"

The season smiled warmly. At that time, let alone the teacup, even if the knife was thrown out, with the instinct consciousness, she would also rush.

Mo Jingshen took her back to the room, let the servant find the medicinal liquor, and then let her sit on the edge of the bed and lean over to help her slowly open the fist-sized silt medicinal liquor on her leg.

Looking at him warmly, he asked, "Have you lived in Los Angeles for a long time?"

Mo Jingshen's hand paused on her lap, but it was just a blink of an eye. She continued to pour out the yellowish medicinal liquor to help her lick.

"When I was in the United States, I was in Los Angeles. There were about two or three years there." The season warmed at him: "We, have you seen it?"

Ink Jing Shen stood up and covered the bottle of medicinal wine and put it aside.

He looked back at her: "What do you say?"

she says?

When she was in the United States, her impression was really vague. After all, she had been in her previous life for so many years. How can I think about my teenage years when I was still in school?

I will go back to it now, and I don’t remember when I saw Mo Jingshen.

A man like him, any woman who looks at it with a glance, will have a deep impression. Even though the warmth of the season is very popular in the upper class, it is commonplace for all kinds of high-quality men, but if this is the case, she will definitely will not forget.

"It should be no." The season's warm path has sunk.

Mo Jing looked at her, and the twilight was deep and deep.

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At the same time, Jijia Villa.

It was late at night, and the room in Jimenran was still brightly lit, but the atmosphere was suppressed.

She just called An Book, and An Shuyan said in a cool tone: "Miss Jiu, you don't have to try to get any benefit from me. I have never been a cooperative relationship with you. Don't fight again later. my phone."

The phone is then hung up.

I always wanted to use the edge of Anshuyan to squeeze the warmth of the season from the side of Mo Jingshen, but I didn’t expect that Anshu’s words would return to the United States so quickly. Calling her on this phone is nothing more than knowing the current Mo Jingshen. What happened between the season and the warmth, but what I heard was the words that refused to be thousands of miles away.

Obviously, this book is like her, and she wants to let the warm season disappear from the world immediately. But she must pretend to be a lifeless person. Who is proud to see?

Going back to the United States is tantamount to losing. A loser is very high.

What she did not expect was that the father of Mo Jingshen intervened, but he could not shake the identity of Mrs. Mur, who is warm in the season. If the suspicion of the warm season is heavier, or the temper is as pampered as before, it will definitely be followed by the ink scene. Not open.

However, the warm season has always been so calm, and there is no trouble even in trouble!

Ji Mengran always thought that the warm opponents of the book will encounter a tough opponent.

But now, with such unexpected results, she really has no confidence.

Don't say that the current temper of the warm season makes her completely unpredictable, not to mention if there is always a deep view of the ink, even if it happens, it is difficult to hurt to get the season warm.

In front of the Mohist family, the chairman of the Shine Group is also unable to use the toughest means to persecute. After all, there are still fathers in the top, and Mossau is sandwiched between Mo Lao and Mo Jingshen. Many things are obviously powerless.

After all, it is not others who stand next to the warm season.

The man has a kind of indifference and clearth in the bones, and it is quiet, but it is infiltrated into every place.

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Two days later, early in the morning.

Ji Hongwen found that Ji Mengran didn't sleep for a few nights. Since she was deliberately targeting the warm season in the Mohist family, Ji Hongwen strictly controlled her, but obviously, she managed to manage people, but she couldn't manage her heart.

He suddenly said coldly: "I still hung my face after eating a meal. Your father is still alive, who is crying?"

Ji Mengran was shocked by a sudden jump, the chopsticks in his hand almost did not stabilize, raised his eyes and said: "Dad, I am insomnia these two nights, so only..."

"If you lose money, you will lose sleep!" Ji Hongwen is cold and cold.

Ji Mengran bit his lip secretly, endured the grievance and lowered his head and pulled a meal in his mouth.

When the family was warm at home in the previous season, Dad often used the warm season to compare with her. She praised her often at home to accompany him. She praised her gentle whispers and knew the difference. She knew that she respected her elders and would not attack him. She was full of her voice. The praise and the teaching of the season warm.

But now, Ji Meng is not willing to put down the bowl suddenly, and in the contempt of Ji Hongwen, he has to pick up and continue to eat, but the food is not noisy, a stomach.

"Old season, you don't blame the dream, just a while ago, it will be considered, this thing still wants to live with her forever? The warm season is not an outsider, both are your relatives, the Moh family also It’s been a long time in the past, and it’s time to turn it over.” Shen Heru softly persuaded.

Ji Hongwen whispered coldly: "Do you think that you are very clean? I really thought that I took the board last time. I don't know what is going on? Without you helping behind, dreaming of having the ability to go into my study to get things. ?"

Shen Heru smiled at him with a pleading temper, and his eyes turned to Ji Mengran again, and his eyes warned her not to make any moths in front of her dad.

A meal was eaten in the afternoon of Ji Hongwen's crossbrows, and Ji Mengran had been in the fire.

Taking advantage of Ji Hongwen to go to the company during the day, Ji Mengran slipped out of the door, she couldn't go to the Royal Garden. The warmth of the season and the ink of Shen Jingshen, she couldn't find out in other residences. The only thing I know is that the studio in the warm season is in Jinlin. In the building, she simply took a taxi.

Walk into the Jinlin Building and go to the floor where the ink warming studio is located.

Seeing the words in the studio, the dream is calm, but the heart is vomiting to die, just about to walk in, but suddenly blocked by a tall and thin short hair woman.

"Who are you?" Ji Mengran was shocked by the indifference of this short-haired woman, stepping back, and asked inexplicably.

Feng Ling did not speak, only looked at her with cold eyes, did not let her in.

"Are you at the front desk of this studio or a small staff member? Dare to block my way? Do you know who I am?" Ji Mengran suffered such indifference and was extremely uncomfortable.

Feng Ling interrupted her with no expression on her face: "Mu has always told me that the second lady and the dog of Jijia are not close to the ten meters of Mrs.

Ji Mengran's face with a delicate makeup, instantly iron blue!

(End of this chapter)