The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 393 Ink Jing Shen, if you don’t talk, you’re especially beautiful and very pleasing.

Mo Jingshen looked at her without any emotion, apparently did not mean to eat.

The warm season is standing in this familiar office, and the man in front of him is no longer clear and gentle, and there is obvious alienation and indifference.

The warm season can see his dissatisfaction from his eyes, so he smiled consciously: "Don't misunderstand, I am not coming over to entangle you, the ink can be regarded as the head of my small studio. After you invested in the 200 million yuan for us, if you have nothing to do, come over and settle down. You can change your mind and think about it."

When she finished, she suddenly turned to his rest room: "You should eat if you should eat. I will go to your rest room and take away the clothes you bought for me in the closet."

Then she went straight in without going back.

Decisively as if it was just passing through his office.

The rest room is still the same, the room is still, the lights are turned on, the completely masculine rest area of ​​the cold color is in front of her eyes, the season warmth goes straight to the closet, the cabinet is opened, and I saw that he had prepared for himself. Many pieces of clothes are still here.

If a person really hates another person completely, I am afraid that even the existence of a trace of the other side will be annoying.

He lived here after he was busy in the company. He has lived in the company for a long time. Her things have not been thrown away, they are all kept intact, and even the rules are still in the closet.

The season was not in a hurry to collect things, stepped back, retreated to the bed and sat down, looking up at the clothes in the cupboard.

The office outside the door was very quiet, and I didn’t know if there was any porridge in the ink, but Secretary Ke said that he had been busy until now. If he refused to accept her kindness, he could only call Shen Mu. He contacted the nearby hotel to make some food and send it over.

Now the season is warm and I think about what I did. After I called Shen Mu, I wouldn’t care if I wouldn’t eat it after she was in the dark. She just sat on the bed and stared at the clothes in the cupboard.

......

The air conditioner in the office room has been adjusted to the most comfortable temperature by the warm season. The ink scene is deep and the bowl of porridge is left alone on the desk. After a long time, the pen in the hand is put down and the eyebrows are raised.

Then Mo Jingshen received a call from the United States: "Mr.... Su Zhilan committed suicide in prison... Fortunately, we found it in time, and when we sent it to the hospital, we barely saved our lives, but the medical conditions in the prison were too bad. She coughed up blood yesterday and has been arguing that she wants to see you or make a phone call with you..."

The man put his hand on the eyebrow and put it down. There is no anger in the lines. The calmness is calm and chilling: "Why, now the police station in Los Angeles has been unable to get to this point, a person who tries to make trouble in it. Can't control it? I have to come out?"

"This..." The person on the phone was cold and sweaty: "Mu Zong, Su Jia can't save her now, but Su Zhilan said that he used to be your fiancee. I can't stand the pain of being pampered. I have lost a lot of laps and said that I want to see you every day. I have to deal with other people how to deal with them, but she has been with you after all..."

Ink has a deep tone: "For those who are not in the rules, deal with it in your own way."

"That is in her current state, if we die here, we are afraid..."

"In the future, I don't need to tell me about any of Miss Su's situation. It's death or alive. It's all her self-satisfaction. It's nothing to do with people."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Jing turned to look at the door of the rest room.

The season has warmed in for a while, but it has not come out.

After a while, the man got up, took a long leg, opened the door and walked in, walked into the cold-colored rest room, and saw that he had just said that he had just come in to take the clothes, and he fell asleep directly in his bed. woman.

Seeing her obviously, she was sitting at the end of the bed, and then she lay down and fell asleep. The man walked around the big bed and walked to the window without hesitation. The left hand put the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows and put the lights on the outside. The rainbow is completely covered.

Then I looked at the open wardrobe. The clothes belonging to her were safely hung in the inside. They occupied half of the space. When he lived here, he didn’t feel uncomfortable. When he was just checked by a woman, Mo Jingshen felt that it was wrong. I was about to take down the clothes inside, but I just touched one of them and I paused.

"砰", the man directly closed the door, when the door was closed, the hand was still empty, did not take off any one.

......

The season warmed himself did not expect that he would actually fall asleep in the office of Mo Jingshen.

She was obviously ready to pack her clothes, and she sat down and sat down.

After waking up, I closed my eyes for a long time before I had the courage to open my eyes. I moved and found that I still kept the posture of lying down at the end of the bed. After my legs were hanging at the end of the bed, I was already numb because of this posture.

"Hey--" She made a small noise, very light, but it was particularly noticeable in a quiet rest room.

The tall man standing in front of the window turned around: "Wake up?"

The season was warm, and he didn't expect him to be there. He turned his head and saw the man standing not far away.

He put his hand into the trouser pocket of the trousers, and he wore the trousers and shirt that he couldn’t find the slightest folds last night. He was standing there, carrying the morning light outside the window, looking down at her with a faint look. The angle is like putting a layer of gold on him, but he can't see his expression.

The warmth of the season looked at him, and in a few seconds he gave birth to an indescribable embarrassment.

However, the man was in the time when she thought that he was still her ink-deep-depth, the thin lips brought out a few smiles, but they laughed too coldly: "Although you really want to I am playing this warm card for memorizing memories, but you have to remember clearly that I have no memory loss. I don’t need you to remind me of all the goodness or warmth that happened in the past. It is a waste to use this way to impress me. Time is wasting feelings."

He is better off not talking, so standing here, she can still have a sweet dream.

In one sentence, she broke her dream again.

The season warmed his eyes closed, then opened, sat up, raised his hand and rubbed his hair, and some tired said: "I have been working hard in the new office building for a few days, I did not expect to sit here. I can fall asleep." When she said this, she taunted her own meaning: "Ink Jing Shen, if you don't talk, it really makes people feel particularly beautiful and special, but now you can go directly to the heart." Poke up."

"Is it?"

She smiled: "Do you not feel it yourself?"

The man just looked at her and didn't say more.

(End of this chapter)