The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 501 is ashamed

In front of the villa, Mo Jiaxue couldn't control the strange heat in his body, so he walked inward with some look.

Just now, Meppelin insisted that she should drink a bowl of Tremella lotus seeds and sleep again. After drinking, she gave her another bowl, saying that she would change her nightdress and send it to Mo Jingshen.

At first, Mo Jiaxue didn't understand, until she got this strange heat on her body, she probably understood this.

Mo Jiaxue had no opinion since he was a child. He listened to his mother all the time. From childhood to large, she used to read some novels and some movies when she was studying. Then she guessed that Murphylin should have given her. That kind of medicine also guessed that there should be that kind of medicine in the bowl that was sent to Mo Jingshen.

Although Mo Jiaxue did not have the courage to dare to eat this for Mo Jingshen, but now she can't refuse to go to this point, not to mention that she did secretly love Mo Jingshen from an early age.

After entering the villa, Mo Jiaxue carefully placed the bowl on the floor, and went to the front door of Mo Jingshen, raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

Knocked for a while, no one should.

Mo Jiaxue continued to knock. She remembered what her mother had said before. Don’t say anything before opening the door. If he was heard, he might not even open the door, so she didn’t talk, but the heat in her body made it She was uncomfortable and her legs were soft and couldn't stand it. She just leaned on the door like this, and the hand gently tapped the door.

Until the door was finally opened, Mo Jiaxue was busy taking a step back, a red face rising, carefully holding the bowl in his hand, shyly looking at the expressionless man in the door...

......

There was a single-family villa, quiet for a long time, and I have never heard anything about it.

From the beginning, the season warmly suspected that Meppelin would not have given any medicine to her own daughter, and then let Mo Jiaxue put something in the nightingale, and then let the people bring the nightingale directly to the past?

Before from their conversation, the warmth of the season is probably the same. Just now, I saw the face of Mo Jiaxue, and I felt that I should have been treated.

In the middle of the night, the night was sent to the night, and Mo Jingshen should have guessed it. With his defense and his attitude towards the two mothers and daughters, if you don’t use any means, Mo Jiaxue may even have his door. Can't knock.

But she sat in front of the window and watched for a long time. She only saw the sneak sneak sneak peek downstairs. Seeing that Mo Jiaxue had been in the villa for so long, she had not come out, and then she gradually had a happy face. Expand.

The warm season is gradually becoming a bit strange.

It shouldn't be.

Can it be such a poor means that Mo Jingshen can count?

She looked at it for a while, and she saw that Murphyn had already gone to the door of the villa, and it seemed like she was deliberately guarding the door and didn't want to be disturbed by other servants.

The season warmed for a moment, got up and was about to go out, but hesitated again, picked up the phone and wanted to call Ou Bo to let him see it, but the phone of Ou Bo actually shut down, it is estimated that it was too late to rest. It is.

The warm season had to go out quickly, just rushed to the front of the single-family villa, and then went straight inside without saying anything.

"Hey? What are you doing?" Mépéline is guarding the door. She sees the warmth of the season. It is a hard-hitting meaning. It is a quick push on the body and pushes it in the warm season.

As a result, the warm season was not pushed away. Instead, she was retired a few steps backwards because she quickly lifted her hand to block the movement. She almost didn’t stand firm, and she slammed two times before she went to the warm season. : "Hey... the strength is quite big? At night, what are you doing here?"

The season was warm and cold, and I narrowed my eyes and looked at her: "I just came out from the opposite villa. Why, I can't enter this villa?"

"Of course, you can't enter. You and the depth of field have already divorced. This is the place where the depth of field lives. What is going on in your big night?"

"Is it?" The smile in the warm and beautiful eyes of the season was so cool, but it made me feel awkward in the big summer.

"Who can go in? Your daughter?" The season is warm and the lips are round and the head is in the face.

"What are you talking about? What my daughter? Jiaxue is sleeping in the room right now. I suddenly have something to look for in the depth of field. I don't know if he is resting now, so stand here for a while, warm me warning. You, don’t talk in this Mohist school, you are not the grandmother of Moh’s family. No one can support you. If you live for one night, you will have to leave. How can you have you?”

"Auntie, since I talked about the Mohist family, you should know what can and can't be done. It is very good to keep the heart of the old man in the Mohist school. You must be bold enough to hit the muzzle of Mo Jingshen directly. You are sure. This is the result of your mother and daughter can afford it?" The smile of the season's warm mouth is very cold.

Moplin sneered, still mouth hard: "I don't understand what you are talking about. After all, you are not a Mohist now. This Moh is not where you can go now. Anyway, you can't enter here. go!"

She said that she was directly in front of the door and her arms were lifted up to block.

The warm look of the season looked cool at her, and then looked at the quiet villa, and looked up in the direction of the upstairs, the lights are always on, but can not see any figure.

Mo Jiaxue has been in for so long, and the season warms he actually hesitated.

Does she have to take care of this kind of leisure?

If the ink is deep, I am willing to take this plan?

If she goes in and stops now, it is a good thing that disturbs others.

Even if the season is clear, the ink depth is not such a person, but it seems that she really has no reason to stop.

Moppelline seemed to see a slight hesitation in the warm season, and suddenly smiled and said: "The season is warm, don't look at your own appearance now, the Mohist has nothing to do with you, but the old man is thinking of you thinking about you, He is too old-fashioned, so he will let you come over and have a meal for one night. If you don’t want to take a shot tomorrow, you are not a Mohist. Just look at your own point and keep your duty. Enough, what is it?"

Seeing that Mépilin was planning to leave before this door, the warmth of the season was calm, but there was some inexplicable irritability in my heart.

She looked down at the time.

For a calculation, Mo Jiaxue has been in for at least 20 minutes.

If Mo Jingshen wants to catch up, he will have already rushed, and still need her outsider to come over?

Thinking of it, the seasons are squinting, no more talking, turning and leaving.

Moplin suddenly looked at her back, but her pleasing eyes just looked at the warm back of the season, and the season warmed suddenly, and suddenly turned to look at one of the lines that Mophie had been close to the palm of her hand. A small silver bag, some familiar.

(End of this chapter)