The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 316 can't be smashed anymore, really can't be smashed again!

Nan Heng sat on the sofa not far from the bed, opened the plastic bowl and ate a few mouthfuls. If he didn’t answer the ink of Jing Jingshen, he just thought of the picture of the warmth lying next to the ink, and then thought about it. Look at his picture, I feel that this bowl of porridge is full of dog food in the mouth.

"In fact, Feng Ling is a very delicate person, but she is too good at hiding her emotions." The warm season feeds Mo Jing Shen for breakfast, and whispers: "I have been in contact with her for so long, although many times she is cold. It’s like being rejected, but she’s just a layer of protection that’s too thick...”

She said, while gently blowing in the bowl, and then feeding to Mo Jingshen, I was concerned: "Is it hot?"

Seeing the warmth of the season, I was afraid that he would be a little hot. The smile on the corner of the ink was deeper and clearer. The bed of this bed had just shaken up. He is now sitting down, compared to the south. Heng has been cold face, he is now called a spring breeze on his face.

Nan Heng really feels that this breakfast can't be eaten.

"You are afraid that I still don't know how I was slammed into the door by now?" Nan Heng said with a smile.

The warm eyes of the season glanced at him and replied: "Do you mean that I saved him at the Los Angeles River a few years ago, or does it mean other aspects?"

Nan Heng's cold eyebrows moved, and he was a little surprised: "Do you know this?"

Ink Jing Shen is an understatement: "There is nothing to hide."

Nan Heng looks warm to the season and laughs: "You are not afraid that he will bring you back in order to repay you?"

Seasonal warmth: "...he said no."

Ink deep eyes glanced at him with a cold look: "I can't hold my own woman, I can't understand my peaceful days. Is this what I want to take advantage of?"

Nan Heng smirked, the uncle liked to lean on the sofa, and both hands arbitrarily placed on the back of the sofa, looking at the bed, a meal that was like a rubber paint, and said: "There is such a big one who once stunned. Miss, what the **** are you looking at? Where is it so cute that you are so willing to tie your whole life to her?"

This is a good question.

The quarterly warmth just wanted to ask.

Ink did not think about it, and gently pressed the spoon that had just been delivered to his mouth, and smiled low: "The sixteen-year-old girl snorted and blows at me without any rules. While saying that this is her first kiss, isn’t it cute enough?"

Seasonal warmth: "..."

Can this matter be no longer mentioned?

Looking at her own age, the TM is clearly mentally retarded.

Nan Hengyi turned his eyes: "This is him. Mom is cute?"

Mo Jing Shen Ya's deep eyebrows are slightly faint, faintly said: "At the Haicheng banquet, in order to secretly drink a few glasses of wine and hide in the corner to avoid the crowd, the look is particularly cute. I heard that I want to marry and stop her father on the street. The car is arguing that the unloved people are reluctant to marry. They are particularly cute. In order to escape the marriage, the skirts are poked out in the wedding dressmaking center with scissors. The ten holes are particularly cute. At the wedding, the fingers are deliberately bent. My fingers are crippled and can't wear a wedding ring. The look of squinting is particularly cute. When the wedding is over, I won't throw the flower ball. It is especially cute to hide in the background and eat the petals."

Seasonal warmth: "........."

Suddenly I was looking for a seam to drill in.

Nan Heng face said with no expression: "I will ask casually."

Ink Jing Shen is a serious man: "I can count a few more."

Nanheng continued to be expressionless: "Leave your wife to go back to your bedroom after three months of pregnancy."

Mo Jingshen looked at him with a pity: "You didn't want to hear it?"

Nan Heng still has no expression on his face: "The porridge that I just ate has already spit, don't say it, thank you."

Seeing this topic has come to an end, the season warmed the temperature of the porridge in the test bowl, and gave a spoonful to the deep side of the ink, when the man looked at her, she pouted, her face was hot. : "No wonder I just ruined the wedding dress at that time. In a blink of an eye, the Mohist returned a new wedding dress from France. You have seen it..."

Mo Jingshen laughed at the time and chuckled: "Is the petals delicious?"

In the warm mouth of the season, he snorted, holding the bowl in one hand and covering his face directly in the other hand. A pair of mentally impaired acts of his own time could not recall the unbearable expression. After half a day, he put his hand down and tried to calm down. He fed the porridge so that he would not accidentally spill on him.

"What else do you want to ask?" Mo Jingshen picked up his lips and glanced at Nan Heng. At the same time, he slowly raised his hand and put a strand of hair on the cheeks of the season to her ear.

The season warmly turned slightly to the beginning, avoiding his hand: "Do not move your hands."

Ink deep smiled and put his hand down.

Nan Heng waved his hand on the sofa, and his heart was smashed by the tenth-level expression: "I have been with your brother for so many years. As a result, you haven’t even boasted about it. This woman was not blowing you a scent, drinking a Is it **** to eat a petal?"

The season's warm mouth is a pumping.

Even if you are mad at anything.

However, her behavior at the beginning was actually seen by Mo Jingshen, and she really wanted to disappear on the spot.

The face must be lost!

Before she fled, Nan Heng took a call and left.

The season warmth continues to feed the porridge, and the ink continues to match the food. The quiet needle in the ward can be heard. Only the expression of the little woman’s dying does not match this tranquility.

Ink deep looked at her.

The warm season also looked at him, then put down the bowl, cleared the throat and said: "What you said is true? Then you... what is it to me?"

Mo Jing Shen looked at the porridge that had been taken away by her, and thought about it.

"It can also be understood that I am confused by your beauty."

The warmth of the season bears the urge to turn the white eye: "There are so many beautiful women, just go to the entertainment circle and grab a 18-line star with a certain beauty. Do you want to be so superficial?"

The man smiled: "Who told you to be beautiful?"

The warm heart of the heart will be shaken by him.

I can't talk, I can't talk, I can't talk anymore, I can't stop it anymore!

The first reflection of the warm season is blushing, heartbeat, really can't stand him. According to others, the big BOSS, which is very cold and difficult to get close to, is a serious opening for himself.

After a few seconds, she calmed down a little: "Intellect tells me that you know more about what I have seen and heard. When did you find out that I was the original person? At that time, the street lights were broken, I could not see clearly. What's more, you can't even open your eyes at the time."

Ink immersed in her sly and guilty expression, using a lazy tone: "What do you mean, don't want to be responsible after the end?"

(End of this chapter)