The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 244 is thrown on the ground

Seasonal warmth: "..."

Hey, what is the truth.

The warm cell phone rang, and Bai Wei called and urged: "How to get to the bathroom for a long time has not come back. In the afternoon, Professor Lin’s class is at a point, this is 12.45."

"I will come right away." The season warmed up and hung up.

Originally, I wanted to leave directly, but I was held in my arms by the man. The warmth of the season directly raised my head and kissed his chin.

"Husband, you are particularly handsome when you are on the podium today." The season is warm and smiling: "The difference in peacetime is different. Today, in front of a group of young and energetic students, you are all shining."

Mo Jingshen has not heard the warmth of the season to describe him in this straightforward way. He looks at her and looks at her.

"I am afraid there is no man in this world who is more suitable for you than a shirt." The warm season gave him a chin at his chin: "When you stand there and speak"

The man’s eyebrows are clear, and the twilight is deep and slow: "I will give you this opportunity tonight."

The warm season is indeed a bit of a proactive need to blame him, who let him just praise his wife in front of others, so charming!

But the man's sentence still let her break the power in an instant, the face is hot and escapes from his arms and goes directly to the door to go outside.

Just opened the door, suddenly saw Ling Feifei who did not know where it came from, was looking at the warmth of the season, and wanted to look over the warmth of the season and look inside the bathroom.

"Ink is not always here?" Ling Feifei asked her with a slight sense of smell.

The season warmed out and slowly closed the door of the bathroom behind him: "No."

"No?" Ling Feifei stepped forward: "I just saw him coming here when he left. This is not the exit of the canteen. How could it not be?"

The season is warm and plain: "It seems that I have been here, but after I finished the bathroom, I must go. Do you still have to eat here?"

Ink in the bathroom: "..."

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I thought that Feng Ling could return after two days of injury. As a result, when the season warmed up and asked in the past, Feng Ling said that he might have to rest for a few days.

The season is not assured, simply went directly to the residence of Fengling, knocked on the door for a long time, the door was opened.

At the moment of opening the door, the warm eyelids jumped for the first time. It was the first time that I saw such a sly and it was not in the state of Fengling. I saw that the short hair that she had grown and under her ears was slightly messy. After the hesitation of the season, she walked in. : "What's wrong? Is it better? Is it sick again?"

"I'm fine, how come you?" Feng Ling turned around, as if some deliberately avoided the warmth of the season.

However, when Feng Ling turned around, the warm season still saw the neck outside the collar of Ling Ling, like two particularly obvious red marks.

When the season was warm, he went straight and went back to seal it. This made it more visible in her neck.

Not only the neck, but also the neckline of the placket was pulled apart by the warmth of the season. The surrounding clavicle of the seal was a little trace of the patchwork.

Can seal this...

"What happened?" The warmth of the season took her hand and did not let her turn around to avoid it. Seeing that Ling Ling’s face was also very poor, she immediately pushed her to the sofa and sat down, looking at her with a cold face: Are you not nursing at home for two days? Who is it?"

The answer is clearly in the mind, but the warmth of the season and the feeling that Nanheng is a complex background, but he and Mo Jingshen are extremely cool and extremely rational people in his bones, he should not be able to...

The warm eyes are already the obvious answer. Feng Ling looked at her eyes without any snoring or explanation.

"Is it really Nanheng?" The warmth of the season is unbelievable. He will pull out the clothes of Fengling, but he will be gently opened by Fengling.

"Don't look at it," she murmured.

"What time? Yesterday? Yesterday evening? Or today's day? What exactly is he going to do? Know that you were injured, how is it still for you? Birds, beasts?" Season heating to almost swearing, forcibly controlled, Don't be irritated until it seems that the situation is not very good.

Feng Ling did not answer, only silence for a moment and said: "I asked for it, my words stirred him, otherwise I will not go to this step, I am too overestimating the way he and I get along, Blame myself..."

"What the **** is going on? Whatever relationship between you and him, but he can't do this to you, what is this?" The warmth pointed to the trace on the neck of Feng Ling: "He is called sadism! Abuse? This is too much!"

Seeing Ling Ling's face is really bad, and it seems that it has only been bullied for a long time, the room seems to be still floating the taste of the man before leaving, a touch of tobacco.

When the season warmed up, he went to open the window, and suddenly he saw the door of the bedroom. She suddenly walked over and saw a mess on the ground in the door. The clothes of the seal were torn apart. The clothes inside and out were almost Not complete, they were thrown on the ground.

The season is warm and licking the lips, and seeing Ling Ling get up on the sofa, like to pour a glass of water for the season.

"You don't have to pour water, I don't drink." The season warmly said: "Feng Ling, I and Mr. Mo are now your real employer, no matter what relationship you have with Nanheng, or how I don't care about the entanglements, but you are my own, my people are being bullied like this, I am afraid I can't just look at it."

Feng Ling still poured the water, put the glass down, and then stood on the edge of the sofa, looked up and looked warm to the season, as if there was anything to say, but the lips moved, or selectively closed.

"What do you want to say?" The warmth of the season is so bad that she seems to be trying to help herself.

The lips of Feng Ling moved again, and for a long time they barely uttered a few hoarse words: "Mrs. Me, can you trouble me, buy me a box of contraceptives."

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(Recently, the gastrointestinal cold has not been good. I spit it out again yesterday. It’s too uncomfortable. The disease code has been added for more than a few days. It’s all written in the night. These two days can’t hold it anymore. More ha.)

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