The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 4 is clearly still angry with her.

Ink dark eyes stunned and avoided.

The warm season did not know where the courage came from. He lifted his foot and sent his lips again. He clung to the neckline of his shirt and refused to let go.

Ink depth was slightly rude, pushing her away, and dumbly said: "The season is warm, you know what you are doing!"

"I know! I am sober!" The season is not close to him, his eyes are clear to him: "Ink deep, I will live with you in the company tonight, or go home together, you choose one!"

The night can cover a lot of things, but it can't cover the firmness in the warm eyes.

Ink Jing stared at her and looked at her for a while.

The season warmed back to his gaze without fear.

In the end, Mo Jingshen did not answer her, but the action of putting the jacket on her was his most direct answer.

Seeing this silent movement, the warm eyes of the season are slightly hot.

She is still angry with her, but she still can't help but be good to her.

I really hate the wolf heart and lungs I used to have!

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On the way back to the Imperial Garden, the warm season sits in the car in the depths of the ink, and the white fingers are playing with the seat belts in front of them.

From time to time, she turned her eyes and sneaked into the indifferent man who drove when driving. The street lights and neon outside the car came in through the window, and his glamorous eyebrows were hidden under the colorful night.

Thinking of what I did before, with the strong background of the Mo Jingshen family and everything he holds, she can throw her at home and go out to play some female stars or women in various social circles anytime, anywhere. .

But he never seems to have seen the women.

She suddenly broke the silence in the car: "The Mohist driver seems to be rare. Do you usually drive back by yourself?"

"occasionally."

"You didn't sleep very much last night. I work again today, aren't you tired?"

Ink Jing Shen heard the words and looked at her.

That look as if to say: Didn’t sleep last night, wasn’t it for her?

The warmth of the season is not the beginning of his eyes, but the ear is a little hot: "I mean, you don't ignore your health because of work. You should go home after work, and you should rest... ..."

She hadn’t finished talking. Suddenly, an overloaded large truck galloped from the intersection at the front and did not slow down when turning, as if the brakes were out of control, they rushed straight in this direction-

"Be careful!"

The season is warm and hurried, and Mo Jingshen has quickly adjusted the direction of the front of the car, avoiding the truck that rushed, and the harsh brakes sounded.

Before the warm season, the seat belt was squatting, causing the body to lose protection for a while. The whole person rushed forward and slammed forward, and she immediately screamed.

“Is it hurt?” Mo Jingshen immediately reached over and examined her slightly reddish forehead.

"Oh... don't touch!" The whole face of the season's warm pain wrinkled into a ball, and pushed his hand to his head.

Mo Jing Shen forced her to hold her, raised her hand and touched her back, seriously forcing her to turn her head completely.

Seeing that her head was not hit, it quickly became red and swollen, and even the red eyes of the pain.

His eyebrows are slightly wrinkled: "Is it very bad? Is it painful? Dizziness?"

"Pain..." The season is warm and soft.

In fact, it just hit a bit, and most of the swollen packs tomorrow, she did not think too sweet, but suddenly caught the distressed and concerned about his eyes, subconsciously want to be so sweet.

Concerned from Mo Jingshen, this long-awaited sense of belonging.

It’s good to be close to her and still feel bad about her husband.

"Send you to the hospital." Mo Jingshen pushed her to sit still and re-fasten her seat belt.

When I heard the hospital in the warm season, I snored and said, "I am not so serious, it’s so late, don’t bother the doctor."

In the case of Mo Jing's deep rejection, she did not give her a chance to warn her not to move.

"I am really fine..."

There was a city hospital nearby, and Mo Jingshen ignored her whispering protest and sent her directly to the clinic.

Until the warm forehead was put on the medicine, the doctor determined that her injury would only be red and swollen for a few days, even a slight concussion, he was finally willing to take her home.

Just returned to the Royal Garden, Chen Hao saw the obvious "corner" on the forehead of the warm season, and a fuss came over and took her as a weak wind to help the sofa sit down.

"Miss Ji, what's wrong with this? Does it hurt?"

The season smiled warmly: "Nothing, just touch it, it will be better after two days."

"Oh, how did it swollen like this? Have you seen the doctor?"

"I have already seen it."

Chen Hao nodded and suddenly returned to God. Only then did he realize that the warm season just came back with Mr. Mo?

The warm season also looked up to see the ink depth of the scene, seeing that he had explained two sentences to another servant in front of the door, he went inside and did not look at her again.

"Chen Chen, you still call me Mrs. Mo, or less lady, all will do." The warmth of the season, Mo Jingshen has not gone far, suddenly said.

Chen Hao was a glimpse, and now he was replaced with a happy expression: "Hey! Mrs! Mrs. Me!"

It seems that Miss Ji has figured it out, and finally has to live with Mr. Mo!

And they just came back together!

Chen Hao is happy to prepare for staying up late, the season warms his eyes, and stands up and says: "You go to rest, stay up late and do it."

"Ah? Mrs....?" Chen Yu looked at her in surprise.

How can you cook in the warm season?

She used to be a little bit of smoke in the kitchen.

"There is a wound on the head, what do you do late at night? Go back to the room and go to bed early!" Mo Jingshen finally came back.

The season was warm, but only Chen Hao and other servants said: "It's too late, go to rest."

Chen Hao originally wanted to talk, but see Mr. Mo came over, and immediately closed his mouth and nodded and left the hall.

"You should haven't eaten at night, it's this time. It's the easiest to cook. You wait for me." She looked at Mo Jingshen and said that she would go to the kitchen when she turned.

In the moment she walked, Mo Jingshen took her wrist and stared at her for a moment, making sure she was not joking. She whispered, "Will you?"

The season's warm mouth is rising.

She is still very confident about her current cooking, but she did not deliberately boast of Haikou: "I am not sure if I am not eating, but I am sure to be familiar."

Mo Jingshen looked at her head without any serious injuries. Although she did not intend to let her enter the kitchen, she could see her eager appearance, and she did not dispel her rare interest.

He let go of her hand, and the warmth of the season only felt the temperature of his palm on his white wrist.

Clean, warm, and ironed on her skin, there is an inexplicable sense of security.

(End of this chapter)