The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 42 This is what you gave me to win.

The speed of the car was too fast. It seems that the sea here is four to five hundred meters away from the beach.

On the warm side of the season, the ink was taken forward by the ink, and he struggled to move forward, so that he would not bear too much burden.

After the dream came out of the sea, he still kept the season warm, and he refused to let go.

“It’s coming soon!” The warm season saw the beach getting closer and closer.

"Can you still insist?" The destination is near, and the voice of Mo Jingshen is no longer as sinking as it was.

The season warmed nodded: "Can hold on!"

He looked at her face, the dark eyes seemed to be surging with some kind of emotion, and the low-pitched voice was a little bit of a touch that was not easily noticed: "With your physical strength, it is not easy to swim from below. There is still perseverance to swim."

The warm season looks at the beach that is getting closer and closer, and the mood is lax: "You must be able to persist! Let me go, let me swim for myself!"

Mo Jingshen only let her go.

After a few minutes, I quickly climbed onto the beach. Because the fine sand hidden in the water under her feet was too soft, she almost didn’t stabilize and then plunged into the water. She continued to hold her in her eyes and hugged her. .

Finally on the beach, the season warmth did not work, and Mo Jingshen stabilized her.

The sky has already darkened, and the season is warm and cold, but she does not forget to hold the bag in her hand. The teeth are trembled: "The grandfather's game is still in the bag... I have a little waterproof effect... ...and the phone is always in the leather mezzanine...I don’t know if there is any water..."

"Do you still care about the game at this time?" Mo Jingshen looked at her as a water, and picked up even if she had just fallen into the water, she still kept her eyebrows.

The warm season is really not very good at this time, the face is already white, and the cold talk is unfavorable: "This is... you gave me the win... and it is what Grandpa likes..."

In the autumn night, on the beach, when you speak, you can breathe white air, so you can see how cold it is.

His twilight is warmer than this autumn night, and the cold eyebrows are also a pity on her, and she reaches out and spreads her messy head on her cheeks: "Leave here first." ”

"Good." The season warmed and nodded, and his eyes seemed to flash in the darkness of the sky.

Ji Mengran was behind, and when he fell down on the beach, he began to breathe vigorously. He couldn’t speak, and he couldn’t move at all. Anyway, she had already followed the sea. When she rested herself, she would always find a way to go back.

After going ashore, from the beginning to the end, Mo Jingshen did not give her a look, let alone a concern or comfort.

Ji Mengran's fingers squatted on the beach, not reconciled, not reconciled, not reconciled!

Seasonal warm, what do you rely on? !

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Back to the Royal Garden, the warmth of the season is relaxed. Just as soon as you enter the door, you will hang on the body of Mo Jingshen.

"Alive is back..." She breathed deeply, her voice hoarse because of fatigue.

Today, if it is not in the car, if it is not his decisive thinking, the action is more decisive to avoid the danger, I am afraid that her second life will be over.

Ink deep embraces her body that is completely unstable: "It's okay, huh?"

The warmth put his face on his chest, listening to his heartbeat through the wet clothes, and the tears almost could not be controlled.

She sucked her nose and resisted the excitement of this escape.

Like feeling the change of her emotions, Mo Jingshen patted her on the shoulders, and the low voice was close to her ear: "Is it scared now? Just brave in the sea, so powerful Mrs. Just got home and I am going to cry?"

Does it mean that the person she used to shape today will collapse for a moment?

"I..." The warm season almost whimpered, and she looked up at him: "I am not excited?"

He smiled low and pinched her cold cheek: "Congratulations to Mrs. Mo, the rest of the life, it is fortunate."

The season warmed up and sucked the nose and wanted to talk. The ink was deeply called Chen Hao: "Take her to take a hot bath and change clothes."

Chen Yugang wants to ask them two of what is wrong with this. How can two people have water, but when they see the warmth of the season, they are too scared to waste time and ask for help. .

While the season is warm, when he walks upstairs, he can't help but look back at the man in front of the door.

Usually, the well-dressed Mo Jingshen is also soaked, and the shirt and trousers are close to the body, but even if she looks like a wolverine, she does not reduce his charm at all.

Chen Hao helped her to take a hot bath, but did not take a bath in the warm season. Instead, she asked to take a shower, because she found out that her aunt was coming when she went to the bathroom in the ancient chess club today.

"Mrs., are you taking an official holiday? Is it really okay?" Chen Hao asked without confidence.

"Nothing, I will wash it for a while." The warmth of the season endured the pain in his stomach, and waved at Chen Hao: "You help me out of the bag and look at the inner waterproof mezzanine." An old game and a mobile phone have no water."

Chen Hao nodded, and brought her dripping bag in, and wiped it off with a towel.

"The inside mobile phone and the game you said are not wet, but everything else is in the water."

When the season was warm, I immediately let out a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Chen Hao saw no warmth in the season, and turned around to help her cook some brown sugar water.

The season has been warm and washed for a long time. After a long time, the ink has been bathed and changed clothes to the bedroom here, she slowly swallowed it out.

Soaking the cold water, her stomach is now a pain.

Just washed by hot water for a long time, her face is no longer so pale, but also a little blush.

"Have you washed?" The warm season saw the ink deep.

"Well, come over." Mo Jingshen saw her face pink and a little blush, and her throat rolled and whispered to her.

The season warmed down and walked toward him. As soon as he approached, he suddenly put her into his arms and kissed her on her forehead. It seemed that she did not have any danger. Tone.

Even if he is not moving, the season is very sensitive and aware that this situation should be directed at her.

Who is it?

Zhou Jia? Or Han family?

Or, who is the enemy of the family?

After the bankruptcy of the previous season, there were indeed many people who had a holiday with the family to find her troubles. The two seasons of the seasons were not uncommon for such murderous things, but today it is going straight to her. The fate of the coming.

"At the latest tomorrow morning, the murderer behind the scenes will be found." He whispered in her ear: "Don't think too much, everything has me."

The season was warm for a moment: "So you already know who is behind the instructions?"

Ink did not speak, only touched her as she walked out of the bathroom for a few minutes, then gradually changed her face from blushing, and then touched her face with colder and colder feelings, simply picked her up and stuffed her into the bed. Go inside.

(End of this chapter)