The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 205 is the little girl who returned to your life?

The man in front of him is staring at her, squatting in black sputum, smirking, laughing, and different kind of sexuality. It feels like a male demon in a disaster. Hey, his throat is rolling, and he is bowing his lips. Overlaid up.

Finally let go of her lips, he took her waist and did not let her head to escape, low dumb scorpion said: "I am angry, life is always going to pass, if you have not given this birthday to you before zero I am not going to have another unwarranted charge?"

The warm season looked at his innocent look, and he pushed him to push him: "I am not so unreasonable!"

"Yes, you are very reasonable. Yesterday, I staged a hero to save the United States. Today I dare to shut me out, huh?"

"That's because you are not honest with me!" The warmth of the season kicked his hand on his face, and he was already moved, but he still had to sigh, her face could not tell what it was. Expression, estimated to be somewhat distorted, she is too lazy to cover up.

But it was no match for his strength. The warm season had been brought into the floor-to-ceiling window. The window had not been closed. She tried to push his hand hard. As a result, the man put a knife in her hand.

Seasonal warmth: "..."

"Cut the cake, or simply cut me, choose the same." Mo Jingshen's tone is faint, but his eyes are faintly glaring at her, and she has clearly put her careful thoughts into the eyes.

"..."

"Isn't I still angry? Where do you want to cut?" He leaned over and leaned over her face, looking at her expression: "This door is also closed, and the gas has been simmered for a long time, just like you alone. Where is the cold war there, why should I cut a few times on me? I think you were very neat when you cut the knife last night. Do you want to continue to vent today?"

The season warmed tightly on the handle and licked him.

The feeling of punching on cotton is really hurt!

"Who said that I want to have a cold war with you, I am not so boring." The warmth of the season suddenly turned and picked up a cake on the ground and cut it. Then he took the cake and placed it on the table next to it. He cut a few knives and didn't eat it at all. I took another one and continued to cut. I didn’t look up at her from start to finish.

Mo Jingshen stood next to her, how to see how she felt that she was cutting his cake with his strength. The "squeaky" voice meant that she was really in a bad mood.

He didn't say anything, picked up the cake and handed it to her to cut her.

Cut one and hand it to her.

After cutting for a long time, the season was warm and tired, and there were a few complete ones on the ground. In the same way, Mo Jingshen took a hard-working and resentment and picked up one and handed it over to her.

She stood there, holding a knife full of cream in her hand, and the man looked at her with a clear eye, and her eyes always belonged to her indulgent.

For a moment, the season warm suddenly did not know what he was mad at.

Obviously he has already explained it, telling him plainly, even if he was not a blank piece of paper, but no woman has left any traces that should not be there, this is already obvious enough, she Still want what he said?

The warm season does not know how to compare with him.

Is it because his past in Los Angeles has been provoking her? Is this the success of the other party's provocation?

She suddenly caressed her eyebrows. She didn't think about whether her own vinegar was really unreasonable. She threw the knife and went straight to the bathroom to wash her hands and wash away the cream.

At the moment outside the door, the door bell rang, and the season warmed slowly and washed his hands. Seeing the ink on the scene to open the door.

Nan Heng came in and saw that the white shirts on the ground and the white shirts of Mo Jingshen were more or less creamy. They sneered coldly: "Have you just experienced a cream fight? Or simply in this way. What new postures have been unlocked on the cake?"

The warm season is too late to think about how Nan Heng suddenly came to the T city, and his ear was hot.

Ink darkly looked at Nan Heng, then looked at the still warm in the bathroom still standing in the bathroom, opened his mouth, the voice is warm and ordinary: "The body is cream, washed back to the bedroom to change clothes."

When Nan Heng looked at the gauze attached to the warm head and the half of her face with a slight redness on her face, the eyes were not so ordinary.

"Getting so heavy, you didn't blast the turtle's life roots on the spot?" Nan Heng mouth was sneer, but his expression was obviously cold.

The action of the warm season paused, and then he gave him a faint look. Is Nanheng because of the underground bars?

Or is it related to that person in the United States?

"I haven't had time to take the shot, and people have already been ruined by Feng Ling." Mo Jingshen's extremely cold voice interrupted the warmth of the season and looked at her again: "Go back to the room to change clothes."

That person was not even ruined by the seal, and the season warmly almost killed him directly, wasn't it more bloody?

Ji Wen knows that Nan Heng is doing the arms business. He also knows that there should be some simple relationship between him and the black and white. Nan Heng will come here, it is estimated that the people who were disposed last night are all a group of T-city underground bars. People, maybe there is a connection between them.

The warm season did not want to listen to any related topics about those people last night. She glanced at them, wiped her hands and went straight back to the bedroom.

Seeing the warmth of the cake on the floor and the wolf in the bedroom, Nanheng always feels that this season is like a little anger, although she did not say, but the movement when closing the bedroom door is extraordinarily large.

Nan Heng picked up his eyebrows, and his indifferent eyes looked like a smile and looked at Mo Jingshen: "What? You still saved her from temper?"

Mo Jingshen ignored him and untied the two buttons on his shirt. He said plainly: "What is going on in Los Angeles?"

"What is going on? Isn't this obvious? Su Lao is obstructing your pressure to keep her baby granddaughter at home. Su Xueyi is just being given the gun and dare to go to China." It’s really courageous, but you don’t know what forces you are leaning against.” Nanheng spread his hands: “But then, are you really willing? That was when you were seriously injured. Keeped you for a whole year..."

There seems to be an undercurrent in the air, and the ink on the face of Wen Jingshen’s always gentle face reveals a sharp edge. The tone of voice is unchanged: “Which was not my father’s intervention in the past, when I was unconscious, I put such a person in my side. I don't even think that the savior can admit the mistake, otherwise you think she will have the opportunity to keep me for a whole year?"

Nan Heng's eyebrows suddenly jumped, his eyes looked from the direction of the door that had just closed in the warm season, and then looked at the cold face of the ink, and the corner of his mouth was drawn: "It will not be a chance to return to your life." The little girl is warm in the season? That Su family and your father... lying in the trough, I am. Does the mother know the secret of what is incredible..."

(End of this chapter)