The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 167 is getting bigger and bigger

Nan Heng Xiaoxiao: "Amethyst City, this place, there is never a pure juice, so-called juice also contains a very low concentration of wine, probably only six degrees and ten degrees, basically can not taste, but if so You can get drunk, what is the amount of your drink in Miss Season?"

The warmth of the season is a little fascinating and looks at the ink in the depths of the ink: "Is it?"

Ink did not speak, but while holding her steady, the indifferent eyes directly looked at the half of the cake on the coffee table.

Nan Heng also thought of something, first looked at the warmth of the season, looked at the cake, and stepped over, cut a piece into the mouth and ate two, enduring the sweetness to death The taste, swallowed.

He looked back at the person in front of the door and sneered: "The wine is put in the cream, the concentration is not low, and it is not the same as her juice. It is not surprising that she is drunk."

The warm season tried to open his eyes and raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, I think, there is really a special cake shop in Haicheng. Every day, I go to the queue to buy cakes. It is said that the cream in that shop is usually There will be some high-end fruit wines that are carefully brewed. No wonder the taste is different. It is really delicious..."

Said, she smiled and put her face on the shoulder of Mo Jingshen, whispered: "I will eat later... When I have a birthday... I want to eat this cake..."

After all, the result is still letting her get drunk on the cake.

Mo Jingshen stabilized her and firmly pressed it to her side. Coolly said: "You will give me a little more away from the cake shop in the future."

"No, I have to eat when I have a birthday." The warmth raised his faint eyes, then extended a finger and sneered at him: "I still want to eat again, don't double-layer, just one layer. Is it good? Eat less, okay..."

Ink did not speak, she put it on his arm, both hands holding him: "Well, I will eat it on my birthday... just eat it on my birthday..."

Mo Jingshen was dragged by her strong neck and had to bend slightly to her, watching the drunken little woman, sighing and kissing on her nose: "Good."

Nan Heng pressed the eyebrows and folded his arms around the chest on the decorative column in the box.

I really know Mo Jingshen for so many years, and I have never seen him so gentle and patient.

Feng Ling came in from the front door: "Mr. Mo, I will send you and Mrs. Me back?"

"No, the Royal Garden is very close to here." Mo Jing was deeply indifferent: "Nan Heng also drank a lot of wine, you sent him back."

The expression of Feng Ling is unchanged, but it is silent for a few seconds, and it should be said: "Okay, Mr. Mo."

......

The warmth of the season was brought to the car by the depth of the ink. Her drunk was not very serious, but the whole person was sitting lazily and then put her head on the window.

Realizing that the person who was driving was Mo Jing Shen, not Feng Ling, the warmth and then blinking his eyes and looking at the handsome man in the driving position, leaned over and leaned toward him.

"Sit well, I am driving." Mo Jingshen is about to push her back.

The warmth of the season is to hold his arm and put it to his side. His face is softly voiced around his neck and asks: "Is it so bad?"

Ink sighted her with a deep look, it goes without saying.

She is not bad at the amount of alcohol. Is she still using him in this state?

The warmth saw his eyes, and Zhang opened his mouth on the side of his neck. When he bit it, he didn't put too much effort on it. The tip of his tongue inadvertently passed over his neck. It took a few seconds to retreat. The result was a man. Suddenly pulled out a hand on the steering wheel and pressed her waist to press him.

The low-pitched voice bites in her ear: "The courage is getting bigger and bigger, and I dare to hook directly in the car. Lead me, huh?"

Looking at the man's deep twilight, the season warmed his eyes and smiled at him, and whispered in his ear and said, "Why don't you dare?"

In the dark, the eyebrows slowed down and slowly drove down the roadside.

The warm season suddenly said: "Unfortunately, my aunt is coming again~"

The man's twilight became dull, but she continued to hold his face without knowing it. "Then you have to promise me a request."

Do you still know the conditions for getting drunk?

Mo Jing squats at her: "Well?"

Her bright, drunken eyes stared at the darkness of the ink-stained sea. "Before, my dad gave me a business management-related refresher course in T City in order to let me inherit the Ji's in the future. But I I haven’t been there for a long time, and I’ve been dragging on for at least two or three years.”

Mo Jingshen heard the meaning of her words, and the twilight sank: "Do you want to go now?"

The season warmed up and nodded: "The school is T big, the professor of T business department is very famous. Now the managers of many well-known enterprises in China are his students, so I am very yearning for..."

The attitude of the little woman in discussing with him is very soft, and with some drunkenness, the voice is soft and sweet.

Mo Jingshen pinched on her face of Red Tongtong: "I will consider this matter, and wait until you wake up tomorrow."

The season was warm and a smile, and suddenly he reached out and hugged his neck: "Good..."

Mo Jingshen looked at the streetlight outside the car, pulled her arm away, let her sit and drive again.

Still not back to the Royal Garden, the season warmth fell asleep.

Mo Jingshen looked at the little woman who had just mentioned the conditions with him, but now she sleeps first, and laughs.

It’s a little bit of wine that can’t make her touch.

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The car stopped at the parking lot of the Royal Garden Villa.

Ink Shen Shen first got off the bus, bypassed the body, and opened the door to hug the almost unsuccessful little woman who slept.

The light in the parking lot is not too bright, and it is half-bright and half-dark on the man's body.

The season warmed his eyes and looked at him, reaching out to him, holding his neck in his arms and burying his face in his neck.

I feel that this little woman seems to have a different dependence on him tonight. Ink dark and eyebrows are slightly moving, looking down at her: "How? Don't sleep?"

(End of this chapter)