The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 58 Is it really the power of a marriage certificate?

Mo Jingshen had a moment to kiss her cheeks, and there was a lure in the dumb voice. "I like the pajamas I just bought, and I remember to wear them at night."

In the warm season, the face was a twilight.

When she was in the mall today, she didn't see the ink, and she secretly bought a **** pajamas.

In fact, it is not a particularly exposed style, but it seems to be quite cool.

At that time, she bought it when she was on the rise, but she did not expect that he actually saw it.

"No, that's the summer style."

"Then you buy now is ready to put it for a year?" The man smiled at her.

"I have a lot of clothes in my family and I forgot to wear them when I bought them. I have to put them for two years. I will not put this for a year..."

When she hadn't finished talking, she felt that his hand on her waist was tight. When she raised her eyes, she saw him with a pair of eyes fixed on her, and her hand rested on her waist.

The heart that was stared at him trembled, and the warmth of the season did not open his eyes and whispered, and some spoiled for mercy: "Well, wear it and wear it..."

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Although there are a lot of things bought, it is good to have milk in every part of the house. The only thing that needs to be done in the warm season is to open the bags of each new type and put them in the place where they are placed.

After finishing it for more than an hour, she glanced at the time on the phone.

It has been more than four o'clock.

It was less than 24 hours since she had an accident last night.

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The door of the office of the president of the Moh Group did not have the sound of being knocked over. A tall figure wearing a dark gray long coat went straight in, and there was no obstacle.

A piece of information was directly thrown onto the desk.

Mo Jingshen did not look at the people, closed the company in his hand, took the information and looked at the eyes, the tone was heavy, and the tone was cold: "The bottom of the Zhou family, how many pages?"

The man standing at the desk snorted and snorted: "This week, the family is not simple, otherwise the Zhou will not be bold enough to start with your woman."

"The sparrows are small, but the five internal organs are full. After reading these, you will know what they have done privately in the past few years. With the strength behind them, they want to tell us clearly, they will definitely die. Miserable, but they have never dared to move on the bright side, and they understand that it is not good to have a hard time with us."

"But if they secretly make the means, like the warm-blooded lady who has no whiteness at all, it is easy to be the food in their blood."

Ink deep is not snoring, look at him coldly, throw the materials in his hand back to the table.

The man in front of the desk will hold his hands on the table casually, raising his eyebrows and sneering, and his voice is low. Feeling: "Isn’t the season warmer not eating any loss last night? Instead, Zhou’s idiot who is not afraid of death is half dead. In the hospital, I am still crying in the emergency room because of the tearing of the lower body.

"That is the warmth of the season. It reflects how agile knows how to protect itself." Mo Jingshen was so cold and cold: "If she did something last night, now she is afraid that she will not even have a chance to lie in the emergency room."

The man at the table was cold and cold. In the situation last night, Mo Jingshen would make Zhou Xi’s death in no time. It is indeed possible.

The door of the office room was suddenly knocked, and the ink scene was cold and cold and glanced: "Come in."

Shen Mu walked into the door, and saw the darkness of the ink sitting behind the desk, and then looked at the black and white, like a smile, standing on the desk.

Nan Heng is a frequent visitor here. Shen Mu did not see it. He whispered directly: "Mu Zong, Zhou’s chairman and deputy general, have been waiting for a long time. I have not let them come up and delay until now. It is now close to work hours."

The dark and cold jingle of the ink scene even stunned Nan Heng, whose eyes were not shocked: "Your people are dead?"

Nan Heng: "...This week's old chairman has a high age. He was still lying in the hospital two days ago. Today he has the ability to stand up and come here directly. Oh, he made it clear that he has been avoiding the conflict before. Now, I don’t want to offend the Mohist because of his unfamiliar granddaughter. I can only support an old life and try to whitewash the Taiping."

Nan Heng smiles cool and cold: "My people can block the group of waste that Zhou can still marry, but also can control the movement of Zhou family, but who he. Mom knows that this old can still be from the hospital stand up."

Ink stunned the pages on the table, and the cold voice meant: "Now that our people are staring, how much skill can he have to paint this peace?"

Nan Heng touched his chin and smiled lowly: "He is the last chip that seems to be barely decent before the power behind Zhou’s family is hard to beat us. But in the end, it’s still a mistake. This is not dead now. It’s no use to see it.”

Ink deep stares at the information on the table, and has not opened it for a long time.

After a moment of silence in the office, Nan Heng suddenly raised his eyebrows: "You have been away from the United States for so many years, and have not touched the commercial circles that have been underground for a long time."

Still very quiet, there is no snoring in the ink, and the temperature of the eyes is extremely low.

Nan Heng stared at him for half a minute, and said with no expression: "You don't tell me, in order to warm the woman in the season, you want to..."

Mo Jingshen pushed the information on the table at random, and the data page slipped to the end on the desktop. The tone was light: "Since they are old friends, they can regain control of the economic lifeline of this circle, and they can revenge for the season. What is it? Can't you?"

Nan Heng picks up his eyebrows and has an irony in his eyes: "For so many years, I just discovered that there are really women who can change the decisions that you didn't return at the beginning. It was just for the first time. Warm, actually..."

Nan Heng for a moment, then a meaningful low smile: "Is it really the power of the marriage certificate is too big? Or is she really capable? It seems that I have to look at Miss Ji."

Ink dark sound is as light as frost: "With you can throw your new wife in the United States for two years, no matter what, I have never seen each other again, I am not as good as myself."

Nan Heng: "..."

The mobile phone on the desk began to vibrate, and the ink-spotted sneak peek was the call from Qin Situ, and he reached out and picked it up.

"Still in the company?" Qin Shiting's lazy voice is mixed with an unspeakable smile.

"Is there something?"

"Your wife suddenly ran to our hospital."

Ink and deep eyebrows: "She went to the hospital?"

"Yes, the season warmer called in advance to make an appointment with the doctor of the laboratory, and ran a blood test and a series of tests directly to find out what she had left last night, and took the test sheet and left." Stephen was lazy and laughed low. "I guess she should be idle tonight. She should be planning to take revenge, because I just saw her go to a love shop near the hospital and bought a bottle." Kind of things."

(End of this chapter)