The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 701, if the ink is deep, even if it is sneer, it still looks like a smile in the smile.

Ink did not reply to her words, but moved her faceless expression, and looked at her with a cold look: "How does it feel to get rid of the cake?"

"..." Yiyi didn't dare to look up. He didn't know what he should say. He could only reluctantly answer: "Yes, okay... I always feel happy..."

Ink deep smiles: "I am happy?"

"Yes... yes... you are always happy with the ink..." Yiyi nodded incoherently.

"I want to make me happy, but I have to pay a price."

Yiyi heard the cold and cold voice of Mo Jingshen. Only the cold sneer she could feel, I don’t know how I would have provoked him such a god, I don’t know what to do.

What is more panic in my heart is that the warm season will not really be his wife?

Suddenly, Mo Jing Shen pointed to the other seven-layer cake placed in the window near the nearest place, with his eyes instructing the clerk to push the cake over and push it in front of her.

Yiyi’s eyes were stiff and she looked up to the ink.

"Oh." The cold words spit out in the mouth of the ink, and his cold eyes had no temperature.

Yiyi stunned: "This...this..."

Even if it is sneer, Mo Jingshen still seems to be confused with a smile: "You are not saying, as long as I am happy?"

"But this..."

"Hey!" Mo Jingshen didn't give her more chance to say a word, and her eyes glanced at her like a knife.

Yiyi was stunned, but he did not dare to neglect under his icy eyes. He reached out and took the seven-layered heavy cake. Because of the action he held, he got cream on his body, but he didn’t dare to say more. One word, after hesitating for a few tens of seconds, a bite in his gaze, suddenly fell the whole cake directly to the ground.

Two giant cakes fell to the ground, and the cream and cake stalls became large, and the ground was messy. The sweetness of the cream floating in the air made people feel no sweetness. They only felt that the silent smoke was approaching.

Seeing the cake that had been smashed on the ground, the clerk didn't dare to speak. Yiyi's husband didn't dare to talk at this moment, and even dared not scream for a word of maintenance.

The movement here attracted the attention of people passing by, and many people began to watch outside.

"carry on."

The ink is deep and the eyes are cold, and the eyes are light and squinting. There are dozens of large and small cakes in the cake shop. Many of them are scheduled to be taken today, and some are new cakes made a few days ago. sample.

Those clerk saw the eyes of Mo Jingshen and guessed what he meant, but no one dared to speak any more, and no one dared to go forward to stop the development of the situation.

At first, these clerk did not know who the ink was, but the person in charge of the store was so mean to him. It should obviously be the owner behind the island. I heard that the owner of the island is the surname of ink, and that should be his deity.

Who dares to provoke this god, it is simply not wanting to mix in Argentina and this inch of land!

Wherein, here, the singularity...

Mo Jingshen ignored her words, and her cold eyes swept through her face: "Is it you, or am I calling your husband?"

Yiyi was shaking, and it was not easy to get involved in her husband's body. After all, Mo Jingshen was the owner of the island, and her husband was the general manager of the island authorized by Shine Group, if it provoked this big BOSS, her husband is estimated to be... that is the time to lose, but not just the cake is so simple.

She turned around and picked up the other two little cakes in the window, and squatted to the ground.

There are more and more people on the outside of the store, pointing to Yiyi who is licking the cake. She followed her husband on the island for a few years. Many businesses have opinions on her, and she saw her in the cake. There are a lot of arguments, and she thinks that her brain is not normal, and there are more and more people watching it.

"Continue." Ink depth is still a cold voice.

However, while speaking, he glanced at the warm season that had been boring.

Yiyi’s eyes are red, but she dares not to delay. One by one, she squats to the ground. The clerk does not dare to neglect according to the face of Mo Jingshen. She takes the other cakes far away from her and lets her squat. .

The cream and cake at Yiyi’s feet were piled up into mountains. She was wandering, and a lot of cream was sticky on her body. She turned and continued to pick up other cakes.

Until all the shaped cakes in this store were lighted, the ground was full of cream, and it was difficult to clean up the messy scene at first glance.

Yiyi just thought that he could breathe a sigh of relief. Mo Jingshen suddenly looked coldly at the clerk who was hiding next to him. He said coldly: "Bring all the finished and unfinished cakes in your house."

The clerk was surprised and Yiyi was equally shocked.

However, the clerk saw the eyes of Mo Jingshen, and the instinct was still busy going upstairs to get it.

The people on the outside of the store have already completely blocked the door of the cake shop. The warmth of the season is standing in front of the ink in the depths of the scene. The thoughts in the mind show a lot of strange images, as if this man often This will support her, and she will not protect her all the time.

She paused, and then turned to look at Yiyi's already bloodless look.

The warm season is actually not very understanding of the current situation, but it is the feeling of being incomprehensible in the heart of the heart, especially happy, just the unhappiness in my heart seems to run out all at once.

She raised her hand and gently pulled the cuffs of the ink depth of field and whispered, "Deep, I don't want to stay here."

At this time, the clerk took the cake and many desserts in the room. Yiyi saw the warmth in the face of the ink in the face of the ink, and the face was even more stiff. I saw those who were moved down. The thing, the face can not be simply described as stiff.

"Give her, continue to swear." Mo Jingshen held the season warmly in his arms, appease the patted her shoulder gently, while whispering.

"Ink, I... I can't help you, there is no heap on the ground..." Yiyi grievances with grievances.

“Don't you like this cake shop very much? Isn't it very proud?” Mo Jingshen said with a cold voice: “How many cakes are you distressed?”

"No, ink, me, me..."

"Special reminder, today is all the cakes, all the bills are in your name."

"..." Yiyi suddenly softened his leg and almost fell to the ground, but the floor was full of cream, and she was busy lifting her hand on the table next to it, which barely stood firm.

The cakes were not cheap, the smallest ones were three or four thousand dollars, and there were quite a few big ones. All the cakes and the various semi-finished products and desserts that were taken out of the production room were at least annihilated by her. More than one million.

(End of this chapter)