The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 89: The sound of Mo Jingshen is very low in her ear.

"What's wrong?" Mo Jingshen's hand was gently stroking over her waist with her thin nightdress.

The season warmed up and licked his mouth, and he looked down at him again.

“An Secretary just said on the phone that her lipstick seems to be in your car.”

Mo Jing Shen Ying’s eyebrows rose slightly: “Lipstick?”

The season was not too happy to glance at him, then lowered his eyes and pushed his hand around her waist: "You let me go first, don't you want to talk to the US side later? I went to sleep first. I will talk tomorrow."

The man's hand was unmoved at her waist, and she was more tightly incorporated into her arms when she pushed.

"It's still early." His voice was close to her ear, and the lines between the lines calmed the little flames in the warm heart of the season.

"But I am sleepy!" The warmth of the season was not good enough to make a living in his arms: "You will continue to call the line with your secretary. When you are busy, go back to the bedroom and wake me up."

"What did she say?" Mo Jingshen didn't let go, because her struggle was so loud.

The seasons are still struggling, and they are no longer struggling. They are allowed to be held in their arms, and they are facing his arms. The mood is difficult to argue: "She said that when she got off work, the car broke down, and then you I sent her a ride along the way."

Ink Jing looked at her, sighed and smiled, and gently patted her waist: "Today, the company is busy working overtime with Shine's project. Secretary An has worked at Shine, so after finishing the project plan. Leave the company almost at the same time."

The season is still not talking, just listen.

"I drove out of the company and saw that the secretary's car was parked on the side of the road. The door was open. She was almost half rained. Whether it was because of the relationship between the subordinates and the family, it was impossible to see this scene. Do not ask."

"So you let her get on the bus?" The season warmed him, and the fire in his heart was even stronger.

Seeing her unhappiness, Mo Jing’s deep eyebrows locked her, her hand stroking her head: “I intend to send the driver to drive the company’s car and send her back. Secretary An said that the project materials needed for the meeting tonight are still In the bag, it was all wet, and I needed to hurry home to re-prepare one night and ask me if I could send her back."

The warmth of the season is rising, and I feel that this fact is too much.

"Her address is not far from the Jinlin Building where you were at that time." Mo Jing Shenyin calm and calm, and explained very sincerely: "I let her sit in the back row, did not touch Mrs. Mo's exclusive seat, don't be angry, Ok?"

The warmth of the season is to the corner of his eye, and he said to him: "Have you kissed her?"

The depth of the ink is deep and the corner of the mouth is like a smile. "What do you think?"

"An Secretary just told me specifically that she temporarily made up a makeup when she got off the bus and also re-applied her lipstick. Why should she apply lipstick? Why should I tell me so deliberately?" Look at the ink deep.

Ink did not speak, but looked at her silently.

After a moment, he whispered: "Don't believe me?"

"I believe." The warmth of the season is full of deep smiles, but there are some secret teeth and unsatisfactory: "But your secretary has specifically called this time to call, obviously using her Those who are thinking about declaring war with me, should I calm down now and do nothing?"

How could she not believe in ink depth?

And just been kissed by him for so long, there is no other woman's taste.

Her man is not clean and how to do it, she is of course clear.

But what exactly is the Secretary of Ann, who has been slowly stepping forward, suddenly making such a radical move?

Is this the role of the president secretary who does not intend to continue to play the quiet part?

Ink's deep gaze on the mobile phone on the sofa, his eyes are cold and calm, no words, no mood.

Just when the season is not going to be so late to entangle this kind of problem, the man’s voice suddenly came over her head: “What car do you like?”

"Ah?" The season is warm, and the man is still in his arms, but the brain circuit has not kept up with this rhythm for a while.

what? What car?

"The Ghost was thrown into the company after the company, and it was reserved for public use. We changed one." The darkness of the ink was deep and deep, gazing at the somewhat warm expression of the warm season.

"Change the car?" The warm season was almost stunned by his own saliva.

Although she was somewhat disgusted with An Shuyan’s sitting in his car today, she was not so nervous.

And that An Shuyan is sitting in the back row, usually Shen Mu or other people occasionally sitting behind, this does not make her feel that she is not respected or how, Mo Jingshen is thoughtful in this regard is not many men It must be made, so the season warm does not feel the need to change the car.

What's more, it is worth more than 60 million cars! Or the Rolls-Royce commemorative edition limited edition Gust!

The current price is like this, it will only be more expensive after ten years! For collectors and luxury car enthusiasts, the price will even be hundreds of millions!

Even if she was from the niche in the season, she did not squander tens of millions of eyelids.

"You don't need to change the car. I like this Gust. I don't think so." The season warmed and grinned.

The man smiled low in her ear: "Like Gust? The other models of this car are also very good."

"Really don't need to change! More than 60 million cars you throw in the company to serve as a public, you might as well use money to kill me!" The warmth of the season is raised on his chest, but the shot is not heavy, like Tickling, glance at him and threaten: "Do not change!"

"Not unhappy?" The voice of Mo Jingshen is very low at her side, but the voice is still very good. The pampering and concessions in the tone make the season warm and he really does not intend to let her suffer this. Wronged.

Even if only someone else deliberately missed the small grievances.

"You have to change the car, I will be even more unhappy!" The season warmed his head and took another bite on his chin.

Anyway, this time is almost time for him to meet with the United States. If he bites him, he can't throw her back to the bedroom bed.

The man’s eyes really darkened in an instant, and he bowed down on her lips and kissed her: "How will it be happy? Um?"

The warmth in the season rested on his arms, squinting and smiling: "I don't touch me for half a month, let me take a good rest and rest for a while, how?"

The man does not say anything first, and the warmth of the season thinks that he can even change the 60 million cars. This kind of trivial matter that has passed away should be compromised.

As a result, Mo Jing Shen was a very meaningful look at her, and said: "No."

Seasonal warmth: "...60 million of your eyes will not be thrown into the company, I just ask you to disagree?"

Mo Jing Shen let go of her, turned to the study, did not return, and said: "You don't even think about it."

Seasonal warmth: "..."

(End of this chapter)