The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 72: How to do when my husband is turned away by others?

The ink of Jing Jingshen was scratched on her face, and she faintly said: "Green vegetables."

"Oh."

The warm season is somewhat stunned. I painted the checkmark on the green dish. I remembered that the ink was deeper than the vegetarian diet, and I ordered some other light things.

Then handed the menu to him: "Do you see if there is anything to add? I don't have much."

The ink scene was taken deep, but it was not seen, and it was handed directly to the waiter at the table.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Is there any hot water? You can also use boiled water."

"Yes, I will send it to you right away, what do you drink from Mr.?"

"same."

The warmth of the season immediately raised his eyes and looked at the ink in the depths of the ink. He remembered silently that Mo Jingshen did not like milk. She was aware of the delay. He was not particularly fond of coffee and tea, and like her, she had a special liking for white water. The way it is so healthy, she probably has already figured out his taste.

The waiter took the menu and turned away. It didn't take long for the broth of the season to be warmed up.

Within a minute, the transpiration of hot air spread between the two.

"I was still worried that you are not used to this kind of environment." The warm side said that he had picked up the glass pot handed by the waiter, which was warm water with lemon slices.

Mo Jing Shen Qingjun's eyebrows fretting: "How?"

"Hot pot, generally, to those of you who have paid too much in the hotel on weekdays, they are all formal occasions, and they should not be very fond of this kind of thing."

"I really don't like it, but I don't want to eat it." Mo Jingshen just smiled and didn't laugh at her topic that was about to deviate from the track.

"Do you like sweets?" The warmth of the season suddenly held his face, and through the white heat, he looked at the man as a godlike look.

He looked at her: "Is this going to start to understand my preferences?"

The warm season is very calm smile: "No way, suddenly there is a strong sense of crisis today, if you do not take the initiative, my husband was turned away by others!"

Ink deep and low smile.

"I guess you definitely don't eat sweets." The warm season said to himself.

Because when he helped her buy the dumplings and came back to eat, there was a lot left. He had never eaten it. The taste was too sweet. It is estimated that he did not like it.

He raised his eyebrows and she was right.

A hot pot of water is full, and the whole season is constantly asking questions. Mo Jingshen occasionally replies and occasionally ignores it.

Until the last season, even if he liked what color he liked, he couldn't bear to take the little woman who suddenly asked to learn to take out the hot pot city.

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Jiwenwowo watched the company's information and various reports for two days at home, and did not go out.

During the season, she even called two phone calls. She didn't pick up one of them. The whole process was always ignored.

On the night before the weekend of the old man’s birthday, Ji Mengran’s phone call came again.

The warm season just came out of the study, took the caller's number, and received the phone with no expression.

"Sister, have you not returned to the Royal Garden in the past few days and the depth of field?" Ji Mengran's voice was careful.

The warmth of the season is slow: "Nothing back, what happened? You went to the Royal Garden to find us?"

"I... I met with my classmates in the afternoon, passing the Royal Garden, I wanted to go in and find you, but Chen Hao said that you and Jingshen’s brother have not returned to the Imperial Garden recently."

Passing the Royal Garden?

In the urban area south of Haicheng, the Royal Garden is in a quiet location. No matter where you go before the dream, if you want to return to the home, you will not be able to pass near the Royal Garden.

"I really didn't go back to live. My brother-in-law and I have been in the world of two people recently. The Royal Garden will probably have some genius to go back." Ji Wen smiled and said coolly.

The dream of the season seemed to be because she answered this question and paused. After a moment of silence, she cautiously asked: "Where did you live with your deep-sighted brother? I am going to find you!"

"Isn't you going to see the Mohist school tomorrow? What are you looking for?" The season is too lazy to wear enthusiasm, and the tone is cool and cool: "There is something to say tomorrow, I am still busy."

"I brought you a good thing, sister, if you are convenient, let me go to find you." Ji Mengran insisted.

The season is warm and sloppy, but I want to see what she is selling. Tomorrow is the grand sorrow of Grandpa, and Ji Mengran has so eagerly contacted her in these two days.

......

I met with Ji Mengran in a dessert shop. The warm season never revealed where he lives now.

When I arrived at the dessert shop, Ji Mengran saw the warmth of the season when she was sitting at the window drinking milk tea and watching the phone.

The season warm only did not see her, eyes on the phone screen staring at the few news just brushed down, seemingly unprepared, when the dream came to the table, it was just warm and cool said: "Sit, What the **** is it?"

She is too lazy to give Tim Mengran too much good face, and does not need to pretend to be a sister.

Ji Mengran pushed her a delicate square box to her: "I didn't mean to send the chess board to the old man? I asked for a long time with Dad. He finally promised to give this board to me. Sister, tomorrow, you will give me a grandfather." Send this."

The last time the game has gotten the hand, Ji Meng did not know.

The warmth of the season did not rise, still looking at the mobile phone, the voice was cold and clear with the alienation of thousands of miles away: "My grandfather's longevity, you have always been very concerned."

Ji Mengran looks good sister naturally and wants to express her thoughts for her sister: "You are my sister after all, and the deep-seated brother is also very good to me, I always have to give you some Files."

"Is it?" The season warmer put down the phone, faintly watching Ji Mengran.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Mengran had some snoring under her cold eyes: "Sister, you have really had a lot of life with me recently. The Royal Garden will not let me go. Now even your new residence is also Don't tell me, what are you guarding against?"

The season warmed the box on the table, stretched out and opened it, and saw that it was indeed the jade board of the early Tang who had been collected by Dad for many years.

Actually it is true, it is very abnormal...

The warmth covers the box, and the fingers are slightly curved. The knuckles seem to be indiscriminately tapped on the glass table. "How have you been suspicious recently? Is it true that you really did something sorry for me? What?"

The natural expression on the face of Meng Mengran almost froze: "How can I do something sorry for you, but you are my sister, my sister!"

The warm-hearted line of sight returned to the phone again, and the tone of the cloud was light and windy: "Isn't that enough? What are you worried about without doing anything wrong?"

"I... I am... I am asking... I am afraid that you are too much alive with me. Since I think more, then I will not ask."

The season was warm and cold, and I didn't answer any more.

After about ten minutes or so, Ji Mengran found reasons to go.

The warmth of the season did not look at the chessboard on the table, still staring at the screen in his hand, and checked the historical information related to this jade chessboard. After that, the corner of his mouth instantly gave a hint of coolness and lightness, and his eyes were clear. I can't see the slightest thought.

(End of this chapter)