The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 78, she is deliberately calculating

"I am your sister! I have everything to be bright and fair. I have never been arrogant and conceited. I have not counted in the back to plot my own family and even think about my sister's husband! Ji Mengran, you are called Don't shame your face!" The warm-up exit does not hesitate, and no longer stays half-hearted.

Ji Mengran was first stunned, and the next moment he was so angry that he couldn’t stop shaking. He didn’t expect that the season warmth actually knew everything.

So... all she did, the warmth of the season is all in her eyes?

Is she deliberately counting?

So is it so sudden that it will reverse today?

Ji Mengran suddenly was a little scared, glaring at the face that had been fanned red, showing the weak whimpphe: "I, I have no reason to think about it, I just can't understand your previous attitude towards Jingshen's brother, I feel that you have failed him. Sorry for him, so I am..."

Suddenly, Ji Hongwen didn't know when he came out. Obviously, they just heard them.

The warm season saw people coming, and there was no expression to walk to him: "Dad, let's deal with it."

If you fall, go out of the backyard and don't go back.

Ji Mengran looked back and saw Ji Hongwen’s sinking face, and his face was white: “Dad...”

Ji Hongwen did not speak, only in the warmth of the season, facing them directly away from the moment, "squeaky", raised a hand slap on the face of the dream of Meng Mengran.

The whole person who was unable to prevent the season was fanned to the ground.

She looked up and looked at Ji Hongwen, who was full of anger, and the chill of fear began to flow from all walks of limbs and spread throughout the body.

"What did you just say, are you true?" Ji Hongwen's eyebrows wrinkled.

"I..." Ji Mengran looked at him and cried: "Dad... I really just think that my sister can't match the deep-seated brother, and the brother of Jingshen is not equal. I can explain today's things, I..."

"Stupid!" Ji Hongwen's eyes angered: "How can I have your daughter! For so many years, the grievances and hatreds in the giants have already seen a lot, but I did not expect my own daughter to actually do such a low-level thing!"

Ji Mengran looked at Ji Hongwen's face and couldn't say a word. The whole face was white to almost transparent.

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A guest has neglected the episode just now, and the congratulatory message of the birthday is one after another in the guest banquet hall.

After the old man smiled and responded a few words, he would just put it in his hand. When the baby-like game was carefully put into the rosewood gift box, he called Mo Jingshen to sit beside him.

The two grandparents and grandchildren sat together, and Mo Jingshen always smiled faintly. After all, the old man of the ink looked at the situation just now.

"That dream of that season, is it a little thought to you?" Mr. Mo whispered with a voice that only Mo Jingshen could hear. "I can understand the situation of Jijia, and Ji Hongwen is a good person, but these two daughters. After all, there was no mother in the early days. Now the second daughter of Jijia is so hostile to the warm season. According to my opinion, you will let the season warm back later. If you are idle, take her back here. The old man There is nothing else in it, and there is something to protect the grandmother and granddaughter."

Ink deep smiled and said: "Okay."

The warm season happened to come back at this time. As soon as I entered the door of the guest banquet hall, I saw that Shen Jingshen’s filial piety was sitting beside the grandfather of ink. His face was also a rare and patient.

Her heart trembled a little.

The deep body of the ink is deep and lazily resting on the back of the chair that is adjacent to the grandfather of the ink. The light in the guest room is reflected by the antique lights around it. The man’s face is half illuminated, cold and expensive. It seems to be the clear grass and grass in the misty sky, but it seems to be transmitted by the sun, and it is a little warm and easy to approach.

The warmth of the season is inadvertently seen into the gods.

The presence of the elites of the upper class and the big figures of all circles are unique in their temperament, and the sense of existence of each individual cannot be ignored.

Even in such an occasion, Mo Jingshen is still the most eye-catching one. Whether it is conserving temperament or his every move, it is the most dazzling focus.

"Jiyuetou is back." Grandpa ink saw her, raising her hand and recruiting her: "Where are you doing there? Come over and come to Grandpa."

The warm season went over, it was going to go to the other side of Grandpa, but the ghost went to the side of Mo Jingshen and sat next to him.

Of course, she didn't deliberately show her love, but it was just instinctive. The footsteps didn't listen, and they came directly to him.

Master Mo has seen all this in his eyes. He laughed even more in a good mood. When a wide-scale wife next to him talked about the warmth of the season, the old man whispered to Mo Jingshen: "You What was said before the pregnancy, is it true?"

Ink deep smiled low: "What do you think?"

"Hey, what do you say, what do you think? I think that Jijia Shantou is really sincere to you. Since the husband and wife are feelings and jealousy, they are now taking care of her body and giving birth to the child soon. The old man is busy with my children all day, so I have no time to go to other hearts."

The warmth of the season faintly heard the words of Grandpa, and his eyes turned, but he first looked at the ink on the side of the body.

She was originally a little too embarrassed because of the topic of pregnancy. When she slammed into the eyes of the ink-stained eyes, she looked at his eyes like a deep sea, and felt like he was... I really planned to agree. Father like...

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The guests are getting scattered, and the time is not too late. Mo Jingshen is the long-term grandson of the Moh family. Inevitably, he still drank a few glasses of sake. The plan to drive home was to be done. He was left by the grandfather of Mexico. overnight.

After the marriage, the warmth of the season has not lived in the Moh family. It is also known today that Mo Jingshen rarely came back to live for so many years, but here, his room is cleaned up every day.

Although the Mojia old house is called the old house, most of the buildings in the house are not old. Only the front three-story building with simple appearance is indeed some ages, but the old man has never rebuilt.

The villas and lofts behind are very beautiful, standing under the mountains. I heard that there is a spring that was discovered decades ago under the bottom of the building, but it is rare for outsiders to go to the hot springs. Mohist talents have this qualification.

It has a fresh air under the green hills, and it is also uniquely rich in the quietness and health that you can enjoy in the city center.

In the middle of the house, the third floor is the place where only the ink is deep.

The master bedroom inside is the room of Mo Jingshen. Although there are not many people who come back from the ink, there is no other person here to dare to intervene. No one in his place can break in at will.

(End of this chapter)