The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 218 Mr. Mo gave a lot of money

The warmth of the season pushed in and looked at the bright lights in the living room of the apartment.

Feng Ling hesitated outside the door. Since Mr. Mo came, she didn't have to stay with the warm season tonight. After hesitating for a while, she decided not to go in.

This apartment is really big, the distance from the front door to the bedroom is not close, but the bedroom door is closed, there is no light inside, except for the living room, only the kitchen lights are on.

Why is it a kitchen?

Does Ink Jing really come?

The season is warm and inexplicable.

I was prepared to have a stomach before, and I wanted to say that I always believed in him. When I said those words, it was not her questioning about their feelings and marriage. It was just that she was stuck there and wanted to say If you say it directly, you ignore the trust that always exists between them.

These days, she stares at the phone every day, and her hand is always on the call button, and she can't press it.

Did he finally get mad? Is it finally here?

The warm season stood outside the kitchen for a while. I wanted to go in and I was afraid of being too sudden. I just took the draft and just stepped in. As soon as I walked into the kitchen, I saw an aunt in his fifties who was on the side of the refrigerator and held it in one hand. A shopping bag with a supermarket logo and the other hand is opening the door of the refrigerator.

The warm footsteps were now in the same place, and the silky wings that had risen in the eyes disappeared at once. The hands hidden in the cuffs were tightly held, and then loosened again, as if there was something to hold. Nothing to hold.

The aunt who was in front of the refrigerator heard the footsteps and looked back at the warmth of the season. First, he was surprised. Then he looked eagerly and slyly and asked: "Hello, are you Miss Ji?"

The season is warm and the emotions are expressed. "Yes, may you ask me?"

Aunt suddenly laughed again: "Hello Miss Ji, I am a private babysitter who was invited by Mr. Mo more than a month ago. I am responsible for cleaning up the room every two days. By the way, all the ingredients in the kitchen are replaced by daily. The freshest, I haven’t seen anyone in the refrigerator for a long time. You haven’t used any of the ingredients you bought in the last month, but after all, Mr. Mo has paid the money very early, so I still Come every two days on time."

Feng Ling heard the dialogue inside, it seems that there is no voice of Mr. Mo. It is very strange. Isn’t the person inside is not Mr. Mo?

She walked in quickly, seeing the warmth in front of the kitchen, it looked unusual, but the back was obviously tight.

Feng Ling hesitated to go forward, and then looked up and saw the aunt in the inside, combined with the conversation that was just heard in the past, and instantly understood.

"No wonder it is always clean here. It turns out that people often come to clean up." Feng Ling said a low-key sentence, and then turned to see the warm face on the face also hangs a faint smile like a guest, but that smile fundus.

Obviously, it is lost.

"Right, Miss Ji, I bought these things every two days, you are not used to it, or have not come back recently, I see that many of the supplies in your bathroom have been used for a long time." Aunt shut the refrigerator door and asked: "If you are not used to it, you can give me a list. In the future, I will only buy what you like..."

"No, I haven't lived back for a long time." The warmth of the season was dull, and I looked down at the clean, dust-free ground that was cleaned.

"Oh, that's no wonder." Aunt nodded. "It's always a waste to always buy things and keep them. If you don't come to the apartment recently, you don't need to buy them." Kind of food to send to T big? Are you living in the bedroom now?"

"It is not convenient to cook in the bedroom, and it is very casual to eat. It doesn't have to be so troublesome." The season warmly said: "Auntie, you can come here to clean it on time, and you don't have to buy anything."

"But Mr. Mo has given a lot of money..."

"It doesn't matter, just clean it."

"Miss Ji, that money..."

Seeing the warmth of the season, the mood is not high, and Feng Ling directly said: "What did Miss Ji say, how do you do it, she said that she doesn't have to buy it without buying it."

Auntie took a moment and collected so much money. The result was only to clean up and clean up. It was really uneasy, but when they saw that they insisted, they just nodded. "Well, I wrote my call to Miss Ji. If you have any needs in these three months, please call me at any time."

After the season was warm, I stopped talking and turned and went out.

Feng Ling took the note written by Auntie. After looking at the phone number, he let the aunt continue to clean up. Then he turned to look at the warmth in the living room standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room. He was silent for a moment and was thinking about talking to her in the past, but The aunt in the kitchen rarely saw someone here, and was always looking for a topic to chat, and Ling Ling stood back and forth a few words.

It was not until half an hour later that the aunt left, and the warm season was still standing at the window.

"Mrs. Me, are you coming back to get the computer accessories?" Feng Ling broke the silence: "Remember where to put it? I will help you, so I won't forget it when I walk."

"In the study."

"Well, I will take it."

Feng Ling looked at her again and turned to walk to the study.

After finding the things that I want to come back in the study room, I will go out and see the warmth of the season just standing in front of the window. I don’t know when it has gone down.

The season was warm in front of the window, and no sound came out.

"ink……"

Feng Ling just wanted to speak, but hesitated for two seconds because of the scene in front of him. He suddenly took out his mobile phone and quietly took a photo of the season in this angle, and took the picture of the seasons in front of the window. Come down.

This angle can not see the expression on the warm face, only to see a strand of hair hanging down on both sides of the cheek, the back is thin and silent.

Like a child abandoned by the adults on the side of the road, I am at a loss.

After the filming, Feng Ling stared at the photo for a while, found the private number of Mo Jingshen in the mobile phone, and sent the photo directly to him.

After only two minutes passed, I saw the words read after the photo. Then I put the phone back and went to the window to squat down with the warm season.

"Mrs. Me, what do you want to do most now?"

When I heard the words of Feng Ling in the warm season, I turned to the short-haired woman next to me and pulled my lips. "I don't know, there is some empty in my head. Maybe I can listen to some stories or do something, so that I can divert my attention. It’s a good choice, or, drinking is also a good choice. The ancients said that if you are drunk, you can try it.”

This is the first time this season, the warmth of the season to take the initiative to admit their own uncomfortable.

Feng Ling raised his eyebrows: "Drinking or forgetting, Mr. Mo made it clear that you are forbidden to drink, even if he is not here now, I must look at you."

(End of this chapter)