The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 224, she is the monkey of his palm

"If you are in a bad mood, you will go out and distract yourself. If you don't drink alcohol, you will be distracted." Bai Wei saw that they were deadlocked and simply hit the round: "Women, everything must be worthy of yourself, don't think too much about anything, go out. It’s better to walk around than to be comfortable in your heart."

The season is warm and stuffy, and the laces are not talking, but it is obvious that she is indeed squatting.

Feng Ling is probably getting closer to the relationship with the warm season. Many things will gradually feel the same. Even if she remembers the instructions and explanations of the ink, she really feels that the mood of the warm season needs to be relieved.

She has been squatting for a month, and today it is a switch that has been touched by an emotion.

"Then go, I am accompanying, you must not drink any more, have already drank three cans." Feng Ling sighed.

......

However, the result is that Feng Ling is underestimating the Waiter and the waiter who sell wine in this place.

Even if the white micro and the warm season were firm, as long as a fruit plate, as long as a bottle of wine with a very low degree, can not stand the recommendation of these people, and finally bought a few bottles of various wines that are said to be fruit flavors, a lipstick The blue one looks like a fruity wine, but the degree is not particularly low.

The results of several wine cellars can be imagined.

In the warmth of the season, the amount of alcohol in the season is close to the sofa in less than an hour.

Feng Ling went to help her, and Bai Wei sat on the side and sighed: "No wonder the season warms that some people in the family don't let her drink, and the amount is too bad..."

"The amount of alcohol is a weakness of her. You should not laugh at her after waiting for her to wake up tomorrow. Otherwise, in her recent mood, it is easy to break into slag." Feng Ling sees the warmth of the season, half-tuned and helpless. Give her up.

Bai Wei is also a sly smile: "Is this an emotional problem? Oh, I am also used to seeing more, and the woman who is usually in the workplace is so arrogant. I understand, I don’t laugh at her."

Feng Ling did not scream with her again, holding the warmth and turning around.

The warm season is really drunk, and the first time I got drunk, I was able to stand still like a muddy mud.

This Qing Bar is a bar on the ground floor. It needs to take the elevator to get up. Just warm the season to the front of the elevator. The warmth of the season is on the heart. The head rests on the shoulder of Feng Ling. Said: "I have never seen... a man with a temper..."

Feng Ling: "..."

"If he doesn't want to take care of me, don't come to T City!"

Feng Ling: "..."

"I came to the T market or ignored me. I have already called him, but he didn't pick it up! He didn't pick it up! At that time, he must have been in which car!"

Feng Ling: "..."

"I have a straightforward argument! I am so cold, I really thought that I always felt that I was losing money, and I wouldn’t let go of my temper. Do you think he is a Buddha? I thought that my warm season is his palm. The monkeys in this life can't jump out in this life, are they in control? I tell you, I jumped out in my life!"

Feng Ling: "..."

Feng Ling can't take care of the incoherent drunkenness of the last season.

I can only watch silently and have opened the elevator door for half a minute. The scalp is numb and looks at the tall and tall man.

The warmth found that the elevator door was open, but Ling Ling had not yet pulled her in. She blinked and saw that there was a man standing in it.

She squinted and looked down. Feng Ling was subconsciously holding her in. The warmth was still stunned. The whole body almost fell into the elevator. Feng Ling was busy holding her: "Mr. Mo..."

While the warmth of the season was being held, he raised his eyes and looked at the man in the elevator.

This distance seems to be a handsome face to the other person's face.

Is her wine really drinking too much? Before the Ming and Qing lived, she refused to pay attention to her, and she did not see her. The man who did not pick up her phone now seems to be standing in front of her.

The warm season looked at the man who was as long as Yushu, the cold eyebrows, the tall nose, the handsome silhouette of the handsome, his lower body is still black trousers, straight and slender, his body is pure white shirt, others Fascinated.

He stood there, indifferent, expensive, alienated.

When the season is so hot and staring at her, the man just squinted his eyelids, faintly swept over the warm-wearing coat, and finally stayed on her face.

The eyes were dull, the twilight was deep, and the waves were not shocked, so I looked at her.

The warm coat of the season was when Feng Ling had just picked her up from the sofa and helped her to put it on. Now it looks a little messy, her hair is also scattered, her hair entangled around her neck, her skin is more The whiteness is delicate, and the wine on the cheeks is more red.

"Mr. Mo." Feng Ling was a bit embarrassed to help the season warm, did not expect the first time to accompany the season warm indulgence, the result was directly captured by the scene.

It seems that the every move of the warm season has always been in the eyes of Mo Jingshen. No matter where the season is warm and what is being done this month, even if Feng Ling does not report, he will know the same.

The man stood in the elevator in a cold, did not speak.

"Mrs. Mo's mood has been suppressed for a month. It's hard to wait for you today, but your attitude has dug up the uncomfortable feelings that she suppressed in her heart. I am drinking today..."

Feng Ling is explaining that the warmth of the season is suddenly turning to look at Feng Ling, looking at her while holding her head and saying that she is not happy: "Feng Ling... Do you want to dress back to the man again... I am from Mo Jingshen After the five fingers of the mountain jumped out, how about marrying you? Anyway, you are so handsome, and your skills are good... or else we can make up for it..."

Feng Ling: "..............."

The warm season is directly blocked by the man who is "throwing" into the elevator!

Her feet were unstable, her nose slammed down on the man's chest, and she suddenly frowned. She raised her handkerchief and pulled the man's clothes. Both hands grabbed his clothes and barely stood still. He rubbed his nose and looked at Feng Ling in a blink of an eye: "What do you push me to seal..."

Feng Ling looked at the unconscious seasonal warmth that was really drunk now, and because of the unsettled and cold twilight of the ink, and the back of the back, she lowered her voice and said, "Mr. Mo, if you are drunk, close it quickly. Sleep on your eyes, don't talk."

“I am drunk?” The warm-faced look looked at her inexplicably, her head slammed forward and leaned directly into the man’s arms, and whispered again: “Maybe it’s really drunk... No wonder this person is so dark like ink... I am afraid that I will see that everyone is feeling the depth of the ink... Oh... drunk, really drunk..."

(End of this chapter)