The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 5 We Cannot Divorce

Not long after, the season warmed up with two bowls of hot noodles, and when I turned back, I saw that Mo Jingshen was answering the phone.

After the end of the phone call, the end of the scene, I saw that the warmth was sitting at the table and staring at him.

The warm season is the first time before and after the two worlds to do things for him to eat, the surface looked calm, and my heart is still a little nervous.

The two bowls on the table were full of flavors and inks, and the ink scene went deep.

All the servants have already gone to rest, and it is true that only the season is warm in the kitchen, which seems to be from the warm hand of the season.

Ink deep took a look: "When did you learn?"

"It will happen very early, you don't know it!" The season looked at him warmly: "I said that I want you to go home to eat today, even if it is just a bowl of noodles, I can't say anything!"

Mo Jingshen did not ask more, seeing her looking forward, picking up the chopsticks she handed and taking a sip.

This man's eating action is naturally elegant, and the warmth of the season can't be seen.

In the past, she didn't look at Mo Jingshen so carefully. Now, every time she looks at it, she feels that her heart is hot, and her heart always jumps.

If there is no such thing as a dream, and she is arrogant, she should have fallen in love with him so long ago.

After being looked at for a long time in the season, Mo Jing gave her a deep look: "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"

The season warmed a deep breath and felt that if I ended up in a bowl of noodles tonight, I always felt that I was not so reconciled.

"Take your things back to the master bedroom..." The warm side said a little red face.

Mo Jingshen finished eating the face, put down the chopsticks, and sighed for a long while, and said: "I am in the study room tonight, something to deal with, you have to rest early."

The words, the long and straight-eyed man has stood up and turned and left.

Seasonal warmth: "..."

Is he wrong with her?

She is not eager to dedicate herself to the temptation. He is willing to agree to divorce!

She really wants to live well!

The warm season immediately stood up, seeing that Mo Jingshen was already on the phone with the secretary of the company's night, and he heard that he did have important company parts to deal with tonight.

She had to drag her chin with one hand and sat at the table, looking at the back of the ink.

I thought that the first battle was successful today, but the result was a last minute...

I know that this man is not so easy to fix...

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The night was deep, the season could not sleep, and got up and went downstairs to pour a cup of milk. By the way, I was planning to pour a cup of ink into Shen Jing.

But in her impression, Mo Jingshen does not seem to like to drink this kind of thing.

The action of pouring milk stopped, she turned to the floor and walked back to the door of the study.

I put my ear on the door and listened to the movement inside, almost no sound was heard.

On the early autumn night, the corridors were a bit cold.

Time gradually pointed to three in the morning, the door of the study suddenly opened.

“Quiet warm?” Mo Jingshen just came out and saw the figure that had fallen asleep at the door.

The season warmed up and looked up: "You are busy..."

Ink dark face ugly pulled her up: "You don't know what time is it? What are you sleeping here?"

The season did not make a sound, and Mo Jingshen brought her into the study. She had the opportunity to take a good look at the place where he often stayed after returning to the Imperial Garden.

It is as clean and tidy as his office. Two computers are displaying company data, and some company parts and materials are on the table.

Ink sighted that she was only wearing a thin nightdress, touched the coldness of her hand, sat down on the sofa in the study, took a coat and put it on her, and stood in front of her, watching the season. warm.

"The season is warm, how old are you?"

"..."

"You are a child? I don't know if this weather will sleep in the corridor and catch a cold?"

"I just want to wait for you to finish, I want to talk to you, and I waited to wait and just fell asleep there..."

"Not too early, I want to say something and wait until tomorrow." Mo Jingshen looked at her little face that was cold outside to white.

Even because she hasn't had a rest since yesterday, she has a faint black-green now. Now, nothing is more important than letting her go back to sleep.

The warm season still wants to talk, but the person is directly taken out of the study by him, his hand is held by his warm palm, and even a little resistance to the room is not given to her, directly sent her back to the master bedroom, "砰" will ring her room The door is closed.

......

Mo Jingshen returned to the study and closed the data map in the computer, and went to the other master bedroom next door to take a shower.

Just lying down, suddenly heard the door was pushed open, just back to the bedroom of the season warm and lightly ran in, and then unceremoniously opened his quilt directly into the bed.

Ink depth: "..."

"The season is warm." He sighed: "Whether you are retreating or retreating, we can't divorce, go back to sleep, huh?"

The warm season buried his face in the quilt beside him, and said: "This is the best! Ink Jing Shen, you remember what you said today, no matter when, we will not divorce!"

As if she didn't hear her, Mo Jingshen directly held her shoulder and slammed her up, wondering if she had a problem with her brain today.

The warm season is about to talk, but because Mo Jingshen suddenly touched the hand on her head and stopped.

She let his hand stroking her forehead, and finally the warm fingertips shunned in the red swollen position of her forehead.

"No fever." He touched her head and said a faint sentence.

"..."

“It’s not like taking the wrong medicine.”

"..."

The season did not speak, and both hands clutched his quilt tightly.

Her face is a pair of righteousness. She is going to sleep with him and refuses to go. The little feet exposed outside the quilt expose her inner nervousness and shame, her toes slightly curled up, and there is such an indescribably cute.

Ink deep looked down and quietly covered her with a quilt, lest she catch cold.

Even if it was just a natural and very casual action, the warmth of the season was hot, and the foot returned to the quilt to straighten the foot inward, but suddenly it fell on his lap.

"Don't move." Mo Jingshen whispered a warning.

"I did not do it on purpose……"

She subconsciously retracted her foot, and as a result, her feet were too embarrassed, and when she lifted up, she suddenly touched a place that should not be touched!

Her movements were momentary, and the air seemed to fall into a strange silence.

The season warmed down and licked his lips, feeling that his mouth and throat suddenly dried up and groaned.

"Ink...呃-"

Mo Jingshen suddenly turned over and pressed her under her body. The sound of the season warmed to the mouth was directly in the throat.

"Do you know what it is to play with fire?" The deep voice of Mo Jing Shen’s voice fell in her ear, deep and dark, hiding endless fire like smoke.

(End of this chapter)