The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 55, Ink Jing Shen stood there and watched for a long time.

One of the early mornings was so happy by the ink BOSS, the warmth of the season wearing his shirt walking around the room, after all, could not help but ask: "Here is your place?"

"Ok."

A simple and concise word also confirms the idea of ​​a warm season.

Mo Jingshen rarely returned to the old house of Moh, so it was really the place where he used to live.

In the warm season, the shirt with the ink depth of the shirt is completely vacuumed under the shirt.

She went back to the bedroom and saw some of the clothes on the floor.

The dress I wore yesterday had been torn. It was too easy for her to think of the indulgence of last night. The inner clothes and the bottom. The pants were not washed. It was placed on the ground all night, and it must not be worn again.

"You don't have any clothes I can wear here?" She went out again and saw Mo Jingshen wiping her hands out of the kitchen.

A president who will cook and wash dishes, BOSS, is really rare.

"You want to see a woman's clothes here?" he asked.

"..."

"I haven't been here for a long time. The ingredients in the morning are called to go downstairs to the supermarket. The clothes in the cabinet are only a few sets of shirts and trousers."

"But I can't always be here, dressed like this, just in front of you... I can't wear it."

The eyes of Mo Jingshen suddenly sank: "You can only wear this in front of me, dare to wear it out and show it to others. Do you try?"

The warm face of the season screamed: "What do I wear today? Is it too much trouble to call Chen Hao to send clothes?"

"Wait."

Mo Jingshen said, pick up the phone.

In the warm season, he called and simply turned around and turned around in the whole house.

Although there is no such a large villa in the Royal Garden, there is no duplex apartment, but this single floor is also about 150 square meters. The bedroom living room dining room is all available, just too simple, and things are very Less, she opened the closet and saw that it was also a man's shirt trousers.

Even the indoor slippers in the shoe cabinet at the door are all new ones that have not yet been opened, pure men.

It can be seen that in this place, indeed, no one other than himself, no one else has ever lived, and a woman is even more impossible.

Even if I knew that the ink was deep and clean, but I looked at it in a circle, I still satisfied the point of thinking that the season warmed up as a woman.

Although the previous clothes can't be worn today, I can't always throw it like this. The warm season is not the extravagant and wasteful lady of the past. She is now both clean and diligent, and the price of the clothes is not. Cheap.

She picked up the poor interior of the floor and returned to the bathroom. The bathroom was ringing with the sound of water washing.

Ink has dialed a phone and went out. After connecting, he said: "Prepare a set of clothes that can be worn in the season, and send it to Oran International, 1801."

"...who will you go back there? Going warm with the season?"

"If you don't know the size, go to the Royal Garden and come with Chen Hao."

The man on the other side of the phone: "Are you sure you are Oran International? There is you..."

"Send within half an hour, hang up."

The phone was directly hanged, and only the indifference was left.

"..."

Mo Jingshen threw the mobile phone on the coffee table and heard the sound of the water in the bathroom. When he walked in, he saw that Miss Ji, who had never touched Yang Chunshui, was washing the white inner clothes and the same bottom. The bed is clean and flat, and there is nothing extra on the ground.

Not only has the temperament changed, but even the habits of life have changed a lot.

The season warmth is carefully washed in the bathroom. Occasionally, the hand with water is rubbed against the back of the ear, and the hair is dialed back to reveal the white neck. The wide shirt is worn on her body. Unprepared relatives.

Mo Jingshen stood there and watched for a long time.

After half an hour, the doorbell rang.

Ink deep turned to open the door, Chen Hao has been brought over, no matter how much to ask after entering the door, directly took the clothes that were brought to the season warmer into the door: "Mrs, your clothes are here, are from your I don’t know if the size is suitable in the closet, but I think it is worn by you."

Chen Yujin went inside to find the warmth of the season. Another tall and slender man in front of the door inserted his trouser pocket with one hand and saw that Mo Jingshen seemed to completely regard this place as his wedding room with a warm season.

The man narrowed his eyes and did not go in. He ordered a cigarette: "I heard Qin Shiting talk about this a few days ago. I thought I was wrong. You are... is it true with the season?"

Ink deep tone is very light: "Who gives you the courage to smoke in my place?"

"...you, he. Mom quit smoking for several years, I have not quit smoking!" The man was almost smothered by a cigarette, the beautiful face was cold and cold, and there was no expression, and then I saw the traces of the cockroaches exposed outside the neckline of the ink. The lips are hooked out at the moment. The curvature of the cold field: "I thought that you have not been interested in any woman in recent years."

"She is not a woman."

"...What kind of warmth in the season can you get your eyes?"

"She is very good, and she does have this skill."

"..."

"Mr. Mo, I have already sent the wife's clothes, what other orders?" Chen Hao quickly came out from inside.

The man outside the door raised his eyebrows and looked inside. He did not see the warm season coming out of the bedroom.

"Go back." Ink is deep and cold.

"Okay, Mr. Mo."

The closeness of the ink scene is so close that the two are directly isolated from the door.

The season warmer put on the clothes in the room, Chen Hao is very careful, the size sent is very right, whether it is inside clothes or outside clothes, it is also some simple and generous styles she likes recently.

She sorted out her clothes and smoothed her hair. Some of the long hair of the wavy volume was scattered behind her. She licked her skin and rarely put on makeup. Now she doesn’t even take a lot of toner, so it’s so plain. Go out.

Ink Jing is standing there, facing the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window. The length is straight and straight, the temperament is cold, the shirt trousers have no wrinkles, and one hand is inserted in the trouser pocket. Inexplicable, the warm season actually sees some traces on his back. The elegance of the world is independent.

"I changed it." She walked over.

The man looked back at her: "You didn't bring your phone back?"

"No, I just took your call yesterday, and I was snatched and dropped on the ground by Zhou Wei. It should not be used anymore."

Her voice just fell, and Mo Jingshen turned directly and picked up the electronic car key on the coffee table.

"Go to the coat."

"Ah? Where are you going?"

Seeing the warmth of the season, I have been screaming since today. I have a deep squint in the depths of the ink, and I laughed: "The mobile phone is not useless? Come with you to buy a new one."

(End of this chapter)