The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 444, the window of the car is falling, revealing the deep and cold face of the ink landscape (1)

Shen Mu far away saw the warmth of the season sitting on the balcony, directly raised the meat skewer in his hand and said hello to the warm season, and also indicated that the season warmed down to eat with everyone.

The season smiled and waved, and Shen Mu continued to waver at her. She even said a few words to several people beside him. Then the group of people who were on the barbecue waved at the warm season and kept shouting for her. Come down to eat and live together.

The warm season originally wanted to say that I had just showered, and then I went to eat barbecue. All of them were barbecued, but everyone was so enthusiastic. She just returned to China. It is when people need to be interpersonal. They should not be too lonely or too Not gregarious, thought about it, or turned and took a thin coat and went out.

The weather is very hot. The sea breeze in the night is still cool with some tidal taste. In the past, the warm season has been stuffed with a large number of grilled kebabs. After the season warms, I will sit on the bench. On the occasion, from time to time, people who walked by have chatted and laughed.

Shen Mu came over and sat down to the warm season, and gave a can of freshly opened beer to her: "Drink?"

"I have rarely been cold in recent years."

Shen Mu nodded, did not force, took the wine back, took a sip, and then ate the meat skewer while watching the endless sea in the night, faintly said: "Time is really fast, a blink of an eye for three years In the past, I really didn't think of ink..." He paused: "I didn't expect you to change a lot now. The last time on the plane back to China, I thought everything seemed to be back. It wasn't changed three years ago, but now it seems that I have to admit that you are really different from what used to be."

The one he just had, just habitually facing the warmth of the season and wanting to call Mrs. Mo, probably reflected it suddenly, so he changed his mouth again, called Ji Zong.

The warm season seems to have not heard the change in his tone. He only smiled and handed him a large string of meat in his hand: "I can't eat so much, you can help me."

Shen Mu smiled and took it, but did not eat it, but placed it on a clean white oil paper next to the bench, and then drank it and went closer to the warmer side of the season.

The warm season did not evade, anyway, and Shen Mu is an old acquaintance, he knows how to score.

Until Shen Mu was close, she said in a voice she could only hear: "Do you really want to have anything to do with ink?"

The season warmed up and laughed. There was no answer. Only the person passing by had a can of beer at room temperature. After opening it, he touched Shen Mu and took a drink. After taking a sip, he said faintly: "I have eaten at night, now I can't eat much, just sit here for a while, need me to drink a few cans with you?"

Shen Mu mentioned the wine and also touched her. Seeing the attitude of the warm season is so decisive, even this topic is not going to talk a little more, simply do not say more, after the two have finished drinking a can of beer, the season Warm no longer drink and no longer eat, just sit here and blow the sea breeze, watching the crowds that are busy at the barbecue.

From time to time, a person in charge of a Haicheng real estate company sat down and talked to her. The season smiled and talked a few words, until nine o'clock, she went back.

When I went back, there was a young man who was on her way, and the two went together to the holiday villa in that direction and walked casually.

When I arrived at the villa, the season warmed down on the ground and I didn't know where the pebbles rolled over. I almost fell again. The person next to me reached out and held her. The warm smile gave me a hand and pulled out my hand.

In this way, if you say a word to me, the other person’s palm seems to have the touch on the white and soft wrist that he just held when she is holding her, and see the warmth of the season at the night of the holiday. Just a very ordinary smile and still look forward to the appearance of the glory, the head suddenly asked: "Although the age of the woman is somewhat unceremonious, but you are now at the age of marriage?"

The warmth of the season does not change color: "Is it? It is not a lot of women who are over 30 years old and are not planning to get married. How old is this, where is it suitable for marriage?"

"Haha, I mean, I haven't heard of any boyfriend who is in contact with Mr. Ji. I don't know if Ji is too low-key now, so I haven't publicized a relationship, or is it really in a single state?"

The season warmed up and raised his hand and gently shook his finger, meaning to be confidential: "Can't say, can't say."

"Is it true that there are really men who are interested in it. Isn’t it a person in the circle of business, is it not convenient to introduce?"

The warmth of the season is still a mysterious and secretive expression of the god. I successfully blocked the other party’s desire to say a word of pursuit. Once she knew that she might not be single, the other party would not say anything more, only a little. Politely and pity to say some blessings, until the warmth was sent to the front and rear of the villa door, directly said goodbye to the nearest holiday villa.

Seeing that the man was gone, the season warmed and raised his eyebrows. He took off his thin coat with a sea breeze and took it in his hand. He turned around and walked into the villa with ease.

As a result, she just walked to the front door and suddenly saw a figure standing there. She stepped in her foot and lifted her eyes to the sight of Mo Jingshen, and smashed into a pair of familiar and strange dark eyes. .

The action of the warmth of the season is directly frozen, and when I came over, I did not pay attention to the fact that the ink was deep.

There are many villas in this resort. There are many people living in each villa. She really doesn’t know where Mo Jingshen lives. After all, he didn’t live here last night. Shen Mu, but she is still instinctively thinking that Mo Jingshen has gone.

He just stood there.

It is even more obvious that she and the man talked about the conversation and he should have heard it.

The warm season only took a moment to return to God. Only when passing by coincidence met a general nod to his polite and alienated, but did not open a mouth to call a total, but did not call his name.

Mo Jingshen stood there, not having any action because of her nod.

In the warm season, there was a cigarette in his fingers. Although it was already lit, it was not in a hurry. There was white smoke lingering in front of him. The man looked at her through the smoke, and the twilight was clear.

In the impression of the warm season, Mo Jingshen will smoke, but he rarely smokes, or has been together for so long, she did not see him at all.

I didn't expect him to carry a cigarette with him now.

When she was playing darts today, she felt a very light tobacco scent on him, but she didn't pay much attention at the time.

(End of this chapter)