The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 225 is really screaming, I can’t beat you, can’t you

As the season warmed, he stretched his hand backwards and groaned in his mouth: "I am standing still, and you are coming to help me, it is not the case with others."

The warm season is really drunk and can't stop it.

What is someone else?

She is now relying on her husband, Mo Jingshen...

But she is really drunk now, the amount of alcohol is poor, and so much tonight, it is estimated that the season has not been drinking so much in this life.

"Feng Ling?" Seeing that Ling Ling does not speak, the season warmth has to support his body, and he is going to pull her.

Just turned around, failed to stand still, the leg was soft and directly fell to the side, hit the man next to it, almost the same moment, her waist was held by the man's arm.

The moment I breathe into the warmth of the season is a clear, clean taste that she is familiar with.

She barely grabbed his clothes and looked down at his white, elegant shirt and trousers. She muttered in her mouth: "I'm sorry... I drank too much... didn't stand firm..."

Said that she will withdraw from his arms.

The man did not let go, the cold eyes looked at her, watching her little red face when she was drunk, and pressed her firmly in her arms.

"Mr.... I am sorry..." Jiwen thought he was hurting him, so the other party did not let go of her, and quickly apologized.

After that, she turned her head and asked for Ling Ling to talk: "Would you not drink alcohol tonight? Let's go back to the bedroom directly. Why didn't Bai Wei go with him? Did she fall asleep on the sofa?"

Feng Ling thought, you still have to worry about yourself!

"White is not drunk, she will go back later." The warmth of the season has been persevering, and Feng Ling returned.

The season warmed and nodded. I didn't pay attention to when the elevator door was closed. When the elevator door opened again, I saw that Feng Ling suddenly turned and walked out. There was no intention to go back with her.

"Hey, what are you doing..."

I haven’t waited for the warm season to go out together, but because of the unstable position, I was taken back by the man behind me. In the moment I bumped into his arms, the season warmed and looked back, and then subconsciously smiled at him. :"thank you……"

When she said that she would push him away, she had to keep up with Feng Ling. Recently, Feng Ling was inseparable from her. This sudden rush of a big man left, it must be something, she felt that she must follow Go and have a look.

However, after struggling for a long time, I couldn’t get out of his arms. The warm season was about to talk, but suddenly I heard the man’s tepid voice rang in her ear: “Stand up!”

The season was warm and stunned, and I looked at him in a blink of an eye.

The result has not been seen clearly, the man took her out of the elevator directly.

The season is warm and somewhat sorrowful. I want to struggle but I don’t earn any more. I only think about it with one mind. This person is too similar to Mo Jingshen.

The night wind outside the Qing Bar was a bit cold. The warmth of the season was brought into the car by the man. Her head was leaning against the window and the door was locked. She was vainly glaring at the window, and her mouth was as vain. "I tell you, kidnapping is illegal. You should let me get off the bus... Otherwise my house will not let you go..."

The man did not speak and had already drove.

The season is warm and half-closed, headache, want to sleep, but I am afraid that I will be kidnapped by anyone else, trying to hold a sense of attention to the environment outside the car, but nothing can be seen clearly.

She didn't look out until the car stopped in her apartment complex near T.

Now even the traffickers know her so well? Even the apartment where she doesn't come back often knows where?

"I want to go back to the bedroom, I don't want to go back here." The season warmed and frowned, and the hand slammed it on the window: "I don't come back here... I don't..."

The door has been opened, the man in the car untied her seat belt, looked down at her, and her voice was low and indifferent: "Don't go back here, where do you want to go back?"

"I don't come back here anyway!" The warmth of the season thought of the suitcase she saw back that day, and the whole person braved the fire from the heart.

"You want me to take you back to the bedroom directly?"

"I am going back to the bedroom myself!"

"You can't leave, get off."

The warm season just wants to say no, the man has got off the car and bypassed the body. He opened the door and took her out. The warmth raised his hand and pushed him away. The man seemed to know exactly what action she would have next. The same, whether she suddenly lifted her arms or lifted her legs, she could accurately avoid it and hold her down at the same time, and finally locked her in his arms.

The warmth of the season raised his eyes to him, and the wind outside the car blew, some cold, and there was a second clearness in her head.

Suddenly I saw the man's face, and because the person leaned in his arms, the man's clear and cold breath came from the nose, and she did not move.

What a dream? Still an illusion?

Isn't he not picking up her phone?

But now the warmth of the season can only be seen, only to see the moment of the man in front of him, raise his hand and push him: "You go away..."

The man bowed his head and held her back in one hand so that she could not stand still and lean back. The other hand was inserted through her hair. It seemed like a gentle, low-pitched scorn and an unpleasant warning: "You give me the truth." "

Warm season only when he did not hear, shoved him again.

The result was originally a half-holding posture. Suddenly, she changed to a horizontal hug. Her whole person was picked up by his waist, and her instinct whispered at the moment when her feet were hanging. Both hands clung to his neck. Then I heard the man feel like a low laugh from the chest, but this laughter can't hear the anger, but it seems like she always knows her card. It doesn't take much effort, she will easily get drunk. She is uniformed and must even be attached to him.

"I would rather be a cat-like squatting in front of the window, not willing to call me and think about me, Mrs. Me, you are really stubborn." The man sneered at the calm black sly, looking at her, laughing or laughing Cold voice: "I still stand in the school meeting room to sneak at me in the afternoon. When I go to the subsidiary to visit, you can fill yourself into this kind of sedition. It’s really screaming that I can’t beat you. I can't bear to continue to hang on to you in the end, and I will eat me, isn't it?"

The warm hands circled his neck, and he was subconsciously afraid of falling. When she heard this, she immediately used his eyes to sway him. He also refused to see if he was an illusion or a true one. He directly angrily said: "Who said that I am wronged? I am at T It’s good to eat well in Dali, and I’m not wronged at all.”

The night was cool and the wind was so strong that the ink was not in the arms of a small woman who was drunk with a temper and said that she would directly enter the apartment.

The warm season was thrown directly on the sofa. She rolled on the sofa and struggled but couldn't stand up. She turned to look at the man standing next to the condescending, and her heart was inexplicably a little worried.

(End of this chapter)