The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 68 is under the eyes of Mo Jingshen...

The season warmed his hands and pushed his chest, and then heard someone passing by, and whispered the topic: "I see a new hot pot restaurant downstairs in your company. There are also several nearby. Can you eat spicy? ?"

Ink deep opened her, only when the season warmed up from his arms, the hand remained in her waist, did not let her go too far, staying in the quarter to stay.

“My preference for the taste of the diet is simple, nothing special.”

The warm season wants to go to the dark spot to challenge the newly opened hot pot that writes the spicy food, but consider your stomach, think about it or not: "Then eat the traditional carbon hot pot, now this time is not I know that there are not many people, I call to make a position."

She said that she was picking up the phone and was looking for a phone call from the hot pot city near the company.

The finger just lit the screen, the internal telephone on the desk suddenly rang, and the ink was deep and pressed, and the sound of silence came out through the phone: "Mr., the father came."

In the dark, it seems that the grandfather will suddenly come here. After a moment of silence, calmly ask: "Is it up?"

"Yes, the elevator should be on the top floor right away."

The inside line phone hangs up, and the ink is deep in the blink of an eye. It seems that the quarterly warmth of the restaurant is still waiting to be held. It is turned to the side behind the black leather sofa in the office room, and turned behind the information display rack. A circle.

"what are you doing?"

"My grandfather is here. I haven't seen him for so long. If I see that I am affecting your work in your office, I will definitely be upset. I will be happy soon. I will not leave any bad impression on him before." "When the season warms, he looks around and looks around: "I have to find a place to hide."

Ink sighed and sighed, and there was a slight fascination in his eyes: "He saw you, happy, too late, how could it be unhappy."

The warmth of the season can be heard, and the movement outside the door is heard. It seems that there is a crutches on the ground and the sound of walking around is getting closer and closer.

Her eyes turned to look at the large desk in front of the ink scene, the subconscious directly stepped forward, directly under the eyes of Mo Jingshen under his desk.

Ink Shen Shen saw her posture when she was kneeling, her eyes darkened.

The door opened.

Although the Moh family was prosperous from generation to generation, but the old man had joined the army when he was young, and had the experience of resisting the United States and aiding the DPRK. His rank was in the body. Even if he later returned to the mall, he was still a hegemonic spleen. He did not need others to lead the way in his grandson’s company. At the door of the office, there was no sound, and the door was pushed straight away.

The warmth of the season was at the moment when the door opened, raising his hand and making a "squeaky" expression on the ink.

Ink depth: "..."

"I just came over and listened to Shen Mu, saying that the warm season is coming. Why didn't you see her?" The voice of the old man in the old man was so majestic and hard, and came in, across the desk, the sound was far and near.

The season is warm and the hand is raised.

When she first came, she didn't notice Shen Mu. This Shen Mu was never a big mouth for the president's special help. When did he find out that she had come, he actually told the grandmother of ink directly.

Now she hides and hides, and then drills out from here... This scene seems to be... it’s too embarrassing.

The seasons hesitated, and he did not move under the desk. He raised his eyes and looked at the ink to the depths of his eyes. He then stared at him with his hands together.

Ink sneaked into the woman under the desk, and the lips seemed to be stunned.

"She has just been here and is now gone."

In the darkness of the ink, he couldn’t help but give him a thumbs up.

After all, he is crouching in front of him. In this state, he can still look like a girl. It’s like she doesn’t exist. It’s going to be her, I’m sure I can’t be so calm, at least I can’t do it. Calm.

"This season, the girl is coming, it’s fast, and it’s going fast.” The old man snorted and walked to the desk with a cane: “This weekend, bring the season warm back to the ink house?”

The weekend is the 80th birthday of the old man, which is obviously the old man who has not seen the grandmother for a long time. He is worried that he will not see anyone when he lives, and he will come directly to explore the situation.

Ink is like a smile and laughs: "You have been staring at the movement of the Royal Garden for the past six months. It is not easy to know the situation between us, but we should also know that our husband and wife are no longer so bleak, your life is of course her. Will be there."

Hearing such a sentence of Mo Jingshen, Mo Laodun liked to eat a reassurance, nodded: "Good, good! That's good!"

In the blink of an eye, the old man again raised his eyebrows and said: "What told me that I have been staring at the movement of the Royal Garden? Xiao Chen saw your feelings and embarrassment. It is also right to report a few words to me! Married for so long, I don’t see Jijia’s gimmicks. What's the movement in my stomach! My 80-year-old man dreams of holding a great-grandson! Your kid doesn't understand the feeling that I am half-footed!"

The seasons are silent and silent, and it is no wonder that Chen Hao cares about the feelings between them. It turned out to be the eyeliner that Mr. Mo has put in.

Fortunately, Chen Hao is a grandfather of Mercedes. If he is replaced by other unintentional eyeliners, it is estimated that Mo Jingshen will not leave her in the Royal Garden for so long.

Mo Jingshen was only a cold look at the old man, and he played with the pen on the desk. One end of the pen paused on the table and opened his mouth. The tone was very light: "The 80-year-old can still hold a crutches with the world's chasing thief, I It will not be possible to see you in another 20 years."

Mentioned that he had caught a thief's great achievements on the street two months ago, and the old man in the eyes of God is quite proud of his eyes: "That is, if you don't hurry to give birth to my great-grandchildren, if twenty I was gone after the year, how can I find a grandmother for my great-grandson?"

Seasonal warmth under the desk: "..."

Ink deep looked at him coldly.

Master Mo ink put his hands on the crutches and put them on the crutches. He said: "The great-granddaughter is also good, and the boys and girls are good. Anyway, the minimum frequency of your kid has to give me three years to hold the two. The more the better."

Ink is as deep as a smile, and his eyes are narrow and he squints at the table.

The warmth of the season raised his hand and covered half of his eyes. He couldn’t tell whether he was crying or laughing.

Grandpa ink is going to let her have a football team? Still holding for five years...

Father, this is to say that on the head of the Xingtou, there is no intention to end the topic, the time to take a look at the time in the mobile phone, it is already a little, the lunch break has passed.

I don't know if this hot pot can still be eaten.

"There are not a few pro-months from the locals to the Mohist family. How do you have this leisure time to go out?" Mo Jingshen asked casually.

Ink old man laughed: "Friends and relatives? Which one is not all cheeky and must be with the Mo family to bring a dear friend of the eight hundred miles away? The old man I have a big life and a lively, they went with them. Old The comrades-in-arms are passing through Haicheng today, please drink tea, and I will walk around and move around. The picture is quiet."

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

The warmth of the season can't be heard under the table, but it seems to be faintly heard to hear the movement of high-heeled shoes.

"Mu Zong, the morning meeting materials have been sorted out, and the monthly report of the Finance Department, they handed over to the secretary's office, I sent you over."

The sound is gentle and sweet, gentle and calm.

It was the female secretary just now.

(End of this chapter)