The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 231 saw a white shirt and knew that the man standing behind her was ink...

Since the ink is deep outside the door, who is not the same?

It is impossible to keep him outside the door.

The doorbell rang again, and the doorbell was a very pleasant one and a ringing tone. The sound was not very loud and not harsh.

But this sound in the warm ears of the season is like the tsunami that suddenly swept across the calm sea, so that she could not calmly ignore it.

Nan Heng obviously has the meaning of ridiculing her, did not open the door, only stood there, like a smile and looked at the warm season.

The warm hand of the season also took the potion and placed it on the wound of Fengling's calf. She also did not get up immediately.

Feng Ling looked at them and suddenly put down his legs and said, "Or else I will open it."

Nan Heng suddenly swept Feng Ling: "Don't worry."

Feng Ling looked a stagnation. He hadn’t heard Nan Heng for a long time and then spoke in the cold voice of his boss. Her eyes suddenly chose to sit on the sofa without action, but at the same time, she turned to look at the warmth of the season: “Mr. Mo is definitely coming. Look for you, go open the door, the injury on my leg is not serious, I will come by myself."

The doorbell didn't ring anymore, but I felt that the ink depth should not leave so quickly. The season warmed down the disinfectant in my hand, wiped my hand, and got up and walked to the door.

At the moment of opening the door, the warm hand of the season is tightly held on the handle of the door. The man standing outside the door is long and still a low-key and clean white shirt, which makes him warmer and more restrained. Light and eternal.

The warmth of the season raised his eyes and looked at the man outside the door. Mo Jingshen also dropped the light on her face at the moment the door opened.

I haven't seen it for a whole month. Before she was not so awake, it was counted as a "reunion" in the true sense.

After opening the door in the season, he only looked at him with a glance. After not seeing the emotions in the man's eyes, he let go of the doorknob directly, turned and walked in, and threw the following sentence: "I will handle the wound on the leg of the seal first. ""

I don’t know if I’m going to talk to Mo Jingshen, or to Nan Heng or Feng Ling’s. In the end, the man who didn’t look outside the door, went to Feng Ling’s side.

Suddenly became the biggest excuse for the warmth of the season, the inner thoughts are: "..."

Sure enough, like a little woman who just fell in love.

Think about the warmth of the season, usually calm and calm, and have a sense of proportion to everything, and then compare this state, actually inexplicably feel a little cute.

When Nan Heng used a sympathetic gaze, he smiled and looked at the ink Jing Shen who was thrown outside the door.

Ink is deeply calm and enters the door, ignoring the ridiculous look of Nan Heng. He only saw the **** towel on the sofa and the wound on the leg of the seal, and guessed what kind of thrill they had experienced.

"What happened? Is it intercepted so quickly?" Mo Jingshen looked directly at Feng Ling: "How will the season warmer be with you?"

How can the season warmer be with her, of course he is referring to today.

Why did I go to the place before the warm season, and Ling Ling did not have time to ask, and looked down on the warmth of the wound that was disinfecting her wounds on the sofa.

"You haven't heard from yesterday until today. I haven't had this kind of thing before, so I suspect that you may have something wrong. I plan to go to the community where you lived for two days before, and I will see it." The season warmly helped her to deal with the wound on her leg and did not lift her head when she spoke.

I did not expect that the season warmer would still worry about her, obviously she is the bodyguard of the season.

Feng Ling was a little embarrassed for a while: "Sorry, Mrs. Mo, I will avoid such things in the future. If you accidentally hurt you, it is my dereliction of duty. I am really very good today..."

"It’s not something that you can control, it’s not something you can control.” I’m still apologizing, but the season is still low, as if by this opportunity to speak with Feng Ling, I can successfully ignore it. Looking away from the distance to her man's eyes.

Feng Ling suddenly looked up: "Speaking, if it wasn’t for Mrs. Me, I helped me today, I can’t escape so smoothly.”

Nan Heng raised his eyebrows and gave them a squint: "Is it? Then you are not ready to lose your job as a bodyguard? Would you like to return to the United States with me and return to the base?"

Feng Ling: "Do not return."

Nan Heng: "..."

The warm season was then raised and looked at Feng Ling. Seeing that she refused was very simple. She immediately laughed: "Yes, don't go back, Feng Ling is around me, what is the base of the United States? With a group of men." What is good for suffering and suffering? And I don’t need a bodyguard completely, but I also need a good sister. You say yes? Feng Ling?”

In the past few days, I was touched by the warmth of the season, and Feng Ling looked at the warmth of the season and slightly raised the lower lip.

Nan Heng suddenly narrowed his eyes, feeling that this Ling Ling stayed warm with the season, and actually had a rare amount of femininity and softness that had never been seen before...

"Would it?" The warm season saw a redness on the ankle of Fengling. I don't know where it was hit. I touched it with my hand.

"No pain." Feng Ling smiled.

Seeing that the two of them were playing sisters there, the two men who were completely airing silently glanced at each other.

......

Until the help of Ling Ling will treat the wounds almost, the warming station stood up and packed up the medicine box and said: "Do you have water in Nanheng?"

Before I took the seal, I didn’t know whether it was because of my heart or because I was really thirsty. It was really a bit dry.

"Can you drink water?"

"Ok."

"In the refrigerator, there is mineral water prepared by the hotel every day, you can find it yourself."

Although it is a hotel room, it is a family-style suite, the kitchen study room has everything, and there will be drinks from the staff on time.

The warmth put down the things in his hand and turned into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door and took a bottle of water out of it. He was about to unscrew, but found that the bottle cap was too tight. This is a bottle of mineral water that has not been opened yet. It is estimated that the cap is not handled well at the factory, and it is much tighter than other mineral waters.

She used a little force, but she still couldn't unscrew it. She just had to put the bottle back in the refrigerator and change another bottle.

Just opened the door of the refrigerator, the water bottle in the hand was suddenly taken away, she only saw an arm that stretched out after her, and the water had already been transferred to the man's hand.

I don't need to look back, I only see the arm of the white shirt, I know that the man standing behind her is the ink scene.

The warmth of the season was silent for a moment in front of the refrigerator door, and turned to look at the man who helped her open the bottle cap easily.

The already opened mineral water was handed to her, and the voice of Mo Jingshen was as always: "Drink."

The warm hand of the season was lifted and lifted up. When the water was taken, it was estimated that the brain had not turned around. The ghost made a saying: "Thank you."

Originally, the man’s face was quiet and waveless. It seemed that he had never had any quarrel with her. It seems that the disappearance of the previous month did not happen at all, but because of the warmth of the word, I did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional. Looking deep into her eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)