The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 385 Ink Jing Shen looked up to the warmth on the balcony on the 18th floor...

The warm season was not seriously injured when the garden fell to the stairs yesterday, but there was a little red on the forehead near the hairline.

She usually doesn't use the foundation except for a **** lipstick, so the one on the forehead is not covered. When she looks up, the hair that is scattered on her hair goes backwards. Some, revealing the red on the forehead.

She carried the cup in front of him, because the man squinted on her forehead and stiffened, neither of them spoke, the quiet space seemed to be stunned by the needle, but the warm heartbeat was inexplicable. It is especially obvious.

The man looked at her, low and heavy: "The season is warm, I will never be joking. Since the word divorce has already been mentioned, it should be completely broken."

He stood in front of her like this, did not pick up the glass in her hand, just looked down at her faintly, the light in the living room fell on the top of her head, as if covered with a layer of pale silver.

Clear, cold, even if the body is very strong, but it does not affect his handsome and moving half.

Ink deep.

He is Mo Jingshen.

During the warm season, I always remind myself that no matter how much he is now, how much he is, he can't give him any temper when he drives the black Bentley out to protect her behind his life. .

Maybe it’s just a dream, but maybe just walking into reality and seeing him.

"Don't entangle, I don't like to entangle." He never raised his hand to pick up her cup from start to finish.

Seeing the man turning back and turning away, the warm season seems to be full of powerlessness in the moment, and the heart is full of obstruction.

When I heard the opening of the door, the glass in the hand of the season warmed down instantly. The man did not look back in front of the door, but there was a moment of stagnation.

Seeing that he stood there and didn't move any more, and saw that he paused, the season warmed and turned and walked over, standing behind him, looking at his back, staring at him for a long time, then slowly lifting it up. Hand, carefully behind him to hug him.

She used to want to hold him, why was she so careful?

She couldn't see the man's eyebrows and couldn't see the man's hand cruelly and ruthlessly. She was holding her in front of him and holding it. The season was holding him, she didn't talk, he didn't talk. The two people in the silent room are like a quiet fight, her two arms and his hands are entangled in the battle.

The warmth of the season can still be no match for him. He directly pulled her hand away, and unscrupulously opened her back. The warm-warming body stepped back a few steps and hit the wine on the wall. The cabinet, there are a few bottles of wine in it, all of them came out, and they were all over the ground. The red and white wines of various colors were mixed together and reached her feet.

Feeling the coolness of the flowing down the feet, the season was cold and chilly, eyes looked at the ground, then lifted again, looking at the man in front of the door.

The blood seems to solidify in the body, a little bit of ice-like temperature, and then a little bit of condensation into ice.

Cold bones.

She didn't say a word, and suddenly she leaned down and stepped on the debris of the ground to pick up the pieces.

When the ink was deep, I saw the warmth of the season and stepped on the pieces. The eyelids were faintly lifted. The cold channel: "The warm season, it is the most stupid behavior to hurt my own way. It is the most stupid behavior. The extra wounds won't make me move, it will only make you unable to work for several days, delaying the right thing, and only letting me see your stupidity and boring."

The season was warm on the ground, as if I didn't hear him, and I avoided the debris at the foot, but I was somewhat scratched. She hid hiding from the side, then went to pick up the pieces and took a part, then calmly said: "I didn't hurt myself."

"Is it?" He looked at the bloodstains at her feet that were not too many but obvious: "Be good."

The words fell and went straight out.

I heard the door open and closed. The warm hands of the season still had some mechanical and numb-like smashing of the pieces. When I stepped on the pieces, I felt like I couldn’t feel the pain. I got up and took the mop and the broom and swept the debris. After a while, she turned and found a long list of blood on her face.

She simply threw the things in her hand to the corner, and then sat on the ground with a lot of debris. Sitting on the side and watching a few bottles of wine fall, only the upper half is broken, and there are Less than half of the wine is still in the bottle.

The warm season picks up one of them, and I don't know what kind of wine it is. In the end, it can be cheaper if it can be placed at home by the ink.

She avoided the broken bottle and took a sip on her head.

Very strange taste, actually a bit bitter.

She picked up the other half of the bottle and still poured her head into her mouth in a way that would avoid cutting her mouth.

Oh, it’s still bitter.

It’s bitter to taste a few bottles in a row.

She licked her mouth and licked her mouth, only to find that it was hard to stop in her mouth.

After wiping her mouth, she looked at the expensive wine, and she was not willing to waste. Those who sprinkled on the ground even had some of these bottles, and at least some of them were worth drinking.

I took another sip, this time it was not so bitter, but some hairpins, continue to taste the other bite, the same taste.

The woman with a bad amount of wine sat on the ground with two white and tender feet, picked up one bottle after another, and finally saw the broken bottles and saw the bottom. She blinked and looked at it. Quietly closed door, can not see the traces of ink depth of field, and then look back at the window.

Oh, a lot of stars.

......

Black Gust was galloping on the road, and Chen Jingshen left not long after, went to a nearby pharmacy to buy a wounded medicine.

When I got off the bus, I was going to hand over the medicine to the security guard, and the security guard of Oran International sent the medicine to her. As a result, she just got off the bus and suddenly stopped her foot. She raised her eyes and saw it on the balcony on the 18th floor, wearing a skirt. The woman sits on the edge of the edge, and the two injured feet are still dangling, and she can blow her off the 18th floor when she sees a wind.

Ink Shen deep's face sank, suddenly closed the door, picked up the phone and called the season warmly.

The woman did not move on the balcony, and the mobile phone did not know whether it was placed inside or pinched in her hand. It took a long time to finally pick up.

At the moment when the phone was picked up, the ink of the ink was deep and cold: "The season is warm, what are you doing?"

The voice of the woman on the phone came in a confused voice: "Ah? Me? What am I doing? I am watching the stars..."

Mo Jingshen raised his eyes and looked at the balcony on the 18th floor. The woman’s legs were still swaying back and forth, and one hand was lifting to the ear and was answering the phone.

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(One less, more tomorrow.)

(End of this chapter)