The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 74: Ink depth appears, suddenly in the hall...

Although I didn't expect it, people are not too awkward.

Although An Shuyan is only the secretary of Mo Jingshen, since she is a world friend with the Moh, she is now in the country and has caught up with the 80th birthday of the father. It is normal to come to the birthday.

At the glance of the season, I saw the exquisite gift box held by An Shuyan.

The book is very beautiful, with a soft eyebrow, exquisite facial features, elegant temperament, and dressed up today. It is no longer the simple commuter dress in the company, but a dress that is very identity and low-key and feminine. Looking at each other with a smile, it’s the show of the elders.

Master James returned: "Hey, the book has come so early? You haven't been back in the country for a long time. The time difference should not be good yet. You should rest more on a rare rest day. How come it is so early?"

Anshuyan seems to have not seen the warmth of the season that is being pulled by the old man. He only smiled and said: "It’s okay, the ink is always very caring for me. Working around him is not very tired."

Saying, she just like the words just inadvertently, just smiled and handed over the gift box in her hand.

"This child, it is not easy to come back to see the country, what gift is it?" Master ink smiled and reached out with great interest.

"The book has grown so big? Hey, we are really old. Was this child not developed in the United States before? How did you suddenly return to China? Is it special to give the old man a birthday? It’s really hearty." When the direct elders entered the door, they saw An Book, and they smiled and approached this side.

At the same time, someone directly echoed: "Yes, we thought that the book would become the grandmother of the Mohist family, I didn't expect..."

When the man’s words were not finished, he was shot by his husband and immediately closed his mouth.

In an instant, almost everyone's eyes are looking at the warm season.

The warmth of the season is as if I didn't hear it. I took the gift box that I hadn't opened from the old man's hand, put it on the shelf that had been piled up a lot, and turned back: "Let's sit down and talk, I will give you some cut points. fruit."

The people waiting to watch the show squatted down. I didn't expect the warmth of the season to directly take out the gesture of the half-mother of the Mohist.

This is a chance to let people continue to say that the wind is cool.

An Shuyan saw that his unopened gift had been placed on the next shelf and drowned under other gifts.

She is still smiling, her eyes seemingly inadvertently looking at the direction of the warm season.

This season is warm, it seems to be different from what I heard before returning to China.

......

Just cut the fruit, the season is warm, and the words and deeds are very good. The elders who are waiting to catch her handle can only look at her with their eyes. Because of the presence of the father, most of them are barely given a few faces. But there are still some, the disgust in the eyes is still very obvious.

"Taro, go outside and see, is the depth of field back?" Master Murray found that the guests were coming, and said directly to the warm season.

"Good." The warm season turned and went out.

Now, not only is there a place in the warm season where no one can be picky, even the father is clearly deliberately clarifying her identity in front of everyone, any unfriendly eyes, the father can be seen in the eyes.

The warm season went to the Qingshi Road in the house where the old man and the guest could not see for a while. Suddenly, the aunt Amber was standing in front of the table. She was chatting with a middle-aged woman of a few ages and looking back at the warm season. When she was cold, she gave her a look.

The season warmth is only seen when not seen.

Moppel came over and blocked her way: "Hey, isn't you just coming? Is this going to be? Is it because it was driven out? Oh, if you don't have the shelter of the old man, you are afraid to be friends and relatives. Their eyelids are clipped to death? This Mohist, there are really few who like you!"

The warm-blooded look of the seasons remains the same: "Oh my eyes, I actually saw my aunt, why didn't you go inside and sit down, but instead stood outside to eat melon seeds?"

Moppelin’s look, before he spoke, he heard the warmth of the season and laughed: “I almost forgot, the Moh family has rules, and the guest banquet hall is afraid that there is no place where the aunt can sit. They are all direct relatives of the Mohist family or important figures, but you can only grab a handful of melon seeds and stand outside the door to blow the cold wind."

Meppelin glared at her and said, "If you have a depth of field to protect you, do you think you can get in?"

"The warmth of the season is the Sun Hao of the ink-fighting media. If others can't get in, she must go in." Suddenly, behind the ink, she had the voice of Mo Jingshen.

When the ink was stagnation, the eyes of the ink were cold and cold.

Mo Jing Shen walked by her side, and the warm season saw him approaching himself.

He does have all the qualities that are highly regarded.

Don't go to the company today, Mo Jingshen is wearing a casual outfit, a light-colored turtleneck sweater, straight trousers, and a beige windbreaker. He rarely wears warm-colored clothes. Today, it is no longer high-top dressing. He had a little more realism in front of the warm season.

Into the time and low-key and steady clothing, his skin color is white, and it is hidden in the dazzling sunlight of the front house of the Mojia old house. There are only a pair of deep-eyed eyes and thin lips, which are vivid and beautiful. People can't move their eyes.

Mo Jingshen went to the airport very early today, picking up guests until now, but not a little tired, even before the warmth of the season, the brow stretched, the lips swelled, and the hand helped her to close her clothes at the neckline of her coat. Closed: "Why didn't you be inside, what did you do?"

"Grandpa sees the time and feels that you should come back soon, let me pick you up."

"Go in, don't blow outside."

The ink scene went deep in the warmth of the season, and even the extra one did not give the so-called aunt.

Entering the guest banquet hall, there was a variety of guests who were talking in groups of three and five, and the old man was talking to several elders.

As soon as the ink was deep, the hall suddenly felt a little quieter. It was even more so when I saw the warmth of the season that was so openly swayed into the door by the ink, and those who had just sneaked through her when they were absent, one by one. Disappeared, no one dared to speak again.

The faces of those people also eased a lot with the entrance of Mo Jingshen. The irony became a knot, and the ridicule turned into a smile, and the cold eyes became a hot eye.

The season warmly thought, this Moh's relatives and friends really are the fine people who have been honed in various high society. These people usually have more dramas to sing, but now they are all blocked by Mo Jingshen. .

He only sat in the eyes of her in the blink of an eye, and at this moment, gave her the respect and value of her identity.

(End of this chapter)