The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 168, the warmth of the season has taken you down?

"Nan Heng said today is right, sometimes you can't blame others for being too cold-blooded, you can only blame yourself for being not strong enough at the time." Ji Wenwo was in his arms, as if inadvertently said with a low voice.

The warm season was a little drunk tonight, and Mo Jing looked at her for a long time. She didn't say much, holding her back to the villa.

After entering, she still hugged his neck and looked at his clear face: "I need to work harder... work harder to catch up with your steps... work harder to support my new life..."

The new life of these four words, the man's footsteps have a moment of pause, but only for a moment, he held her back to the room, leaning over and put her on the bed.

Looking at the drunken little woman, he stood on her and looked at her, faintly said: "No more alcohol in the future."

It seems that even if you eat a cake in the future, you must taste it for her.

Before she promised her cake, he took it back.

"Ink depth."

"Ok?"

"I want to be stronger."

"..."

"I want to be very powerful."

"..."

"I want to be strong enough to not have the pity and help of others, and I can completely control my life. I want to be strong enough not to fear any risk of death, I want to..."

The man suddenly bowed his head and kissed her, and kissed the wishes of Hongdae on her lips.

The warm season was originally drunk, kissed for a while, really can't speak, simply don't say it, holding his neck with his eyes closed.

Until the warm season quickly fell asleep, Mo Jingshen looked down at her.

......

Woke up in the middle of the night, I found that the ink was not in the side, she sat up and licked some messy hair, and then slammed her foot out of the bed, pushed open the door of the study and the window on the balcony, did not see the trace of the ink .

Standing on the balcony looking down, on the parking lot of the Royal Garden Villa, Black Gust did not stop at the location where it should have been parked, I do not know when to drive away.

She didn't intend to get drunk like this today, but the fruit wine in the cake was mixed with the alcohol in the juice, which made her feel a headache after she fell asleep.

Standing on the balcony for a few minutes, the cold wind did not wake up, or a headache, she rubbed her forehead, turned back to the room, closed the window, and then fell on the bed, grabbed the phone at the bed and wanted I have to call Mo Jingshen, but I can only hear a mechanized female voice: "Sorry, the call you made is on the phone..."

The warmth of the season will throw the phone to the side, it is really a headache, grab the pillow and force yourself to continue to sleep on his head.

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Black Gust is flying on the road, and Mo Jingshen called Nan Heng.

The phone was quickly connected. Nan Heng had a bit of a drink this time, and his tone was lazy: "I thought you sent the warm season back, and you were very angry with your woman at home. I didn't have time to come out. ”

Ink depth: "..."

At this time, he did not intend to throw a person in the warm season at home, the little woman was drunk, and from time to time said the messy dreams, she had a big aunt body, helped her to take a bath and changed her pajamas, he went to the present Still sleepy, if not, and not to Nanheng a phone call, he really came out.

"I didn't drink it at night, how can I go to Qin Siting to drink?" Mo Jing asked coldly.

In the villa of Qin Siting, Nan Heng sat on the sofa, narrowed his eyes and looked at the lights in the villa area outside the window, and then blinked and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, a gloomy and indifferent Qin Situ, sneered a sentence: I was afraid that he couldn't think of it, and he came over. As a result, he squatted in front of the window for half an hour like a wood. I suspect that he was already a Buddha and could not listen to anything."

Ink is deeply warm and not fire: "His business, indeed, should not intervene."

Nan Heng was sitting here drinking a few cups, and this time he was also a little drunk. The slender fingers licked his eyebrows and said: "I sang a love when I owe it to the United States, otherwise you thought I would manage her and What is the old age of Lao Qin?"

Nan Heng is a person who likes to manage this kind of leisure. If it is not the time to read the song, he just chose to bring a cake on his birthday. It’s just that Nan Heng is looking for Qin Shiting’s trouble these few days. He doesn’t This is a pleasure to intervene.

He is not interested in helping anyone, but Qin Shiting has been too lonely and lonely in these years. He looks like a monk who has been settled in this day. He can’t look down on his eyes and find something different in his calm life. Stimulation.

Ink deep driving while driving: "Are you still at him?"

Nan Heng: "He has recently added a lot of good wine here. I drank a little more. I have been drinking it until now. I am too lazy to move around. I am living here today. Anyway, two big men, I am here. I don’t want to let the seemingly poor Ling Xiaoer come back again, and the old Qin’s danger really makes something. What's the matter, are you really coming?”

The newly added wines of Qin Siting, of course, are all from the hands of Mo Jingshen.

Mo Jingshen: "Wait."

After fifteen minutes.

Nan Heng smoked and looked back at the man who appeared in the villa.

Ink in the dark, like a smudge in the night, into the door, blinking and still standing in front of the window of Qin Siting.

Qin Siting put his hands in his trouser pockets, but he did not intend to pay attention to them. Even if the ink was deep, he suddenly came over at such a late night. He just looked at the front of the door coldly, and the twilight was cold and collected. Did not speak.

"How long has he been standing?" Mo Jingshen went in.

Nan Heng blinked at the tall, straight-eyed man approaching, his fingers were smashed with ash, and the eyebrows provoked: "It is estimated that he will stand there after he came back. He was like this when I came."

"Speaking back." Nan Heng laughed and smiled and looked at Mo Jingshen: "You can still come over so late, it won't be warm and drunk to recognize who you are, and you will be taken directly from the bed." ?"

Ink coldly glanced at him: "You are very experienced? Are you often jealous of women?"

Nan Heng eyebrows pick, smiled and picked up the smoke, picked up the wine on the coffee table and poured him a cup.

Ink dark did not pick up the wine glass, the cold twilight looked at the direction of Qin Siting, Qin Siting looked coldly from the beginning to the end.

"The lost money that you brought back, so quickly chased away?" Mo Jingshen looked at his gloomy appearance, asked cool and cool.

Nan Heng sat on the sofa and smoked while squinting and smiling. He also glanced at Qin Siting: "There is no interest in Ling Xiaoer. I have to buy people and put such a piece of candy on my side." At the cost, nothing more than just don't want to let the songs go too comfortable, oh, why is this? The injured one thousand damages eight hundred... Oh no, it should be the injured one thousand damages 10,000..."

Ink did not speak, and Nan Heng just had to hand him a cigarette. The result was a cold and cold sight of the ink scene. When he remembered the smoke, he quit eight hundred years ago, and immediately smirked and smoked the coffee table. throw.

(End of this chapter)