The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 92 Who has my perfect wife

“Perfect?” The depth of the ink is deep and deep. Feeling: “Who is my wife, ink is more perfect?”

"You don't say good things to yell at me. The secretary of the family can say today. The women you have had before have lined up to circle the earth."

The next moment, I could hear his low-pitched and quiet smile across the phone: "Mr. Moh is now a bit more savvy than the past. Is this your practice developed overnight? Or it has already been I have been planning for a long time?"

"I know that the current situation is Junjie. If you want to make a good life, you don't have to think about holding other people's thighs. After all, my husband is the thickest leg of Haicheng, and I don't hold it."

"And," the warm hand held his chin with one hand and continued to say to the phone: "You have cleared all the obstacles on your legs and left all the vacated positions to me. I still have no reason to hold them. ?"

"So the change of Mrs. Mo's present is because you finally learned to be interested?" The man's voice was low, and the warmth of the season heard him seem to have a pen on the table and tapped on the table.

Inexplicable, through the phone, I feel that there is a bit of danger in this...

"The interest is second, the important thing is that the handsome and handsome of the BOSS, the handsome and handsome, deeply impressed me!" The season warmed up.

"Well, you might as well say that I am sleeping in you." The man's tone was faint.

"..."

The seasonal warmth suddenly cannot be refuted.

After all, she was really slept for one night, and after waking up, the whole person changed.

How can she explain? There is nothing to say!

Seasonal warmth simply replaces the topic: "Just say that you have had a woman before, don't tell me what to sleep when you are so serious!"

"My woman is only you, and the identity of the wife of Mo Jingshen is unique to you alone. What do you want to say?" He voiced with a low-pitched voice.

The season was warm and stunned for a while, and the man’s speech was always so critical, and there was no loophole in her slamming.

There are a lot of things she wants to say.

She can't mention all kinds of past lives, and she is controlled to stop thinking about it. After all, the decade she has not participated in, no matter who she is with, or who is married, is she really staying with her? This is not qualified for her to ask questions about her previous life.

She wants to say that there are many choices before marriage, why did she choose her?

An Shuyan is not a special existence in his eyes. He can ignore it and ignore it.

It is possible to have a deep temperament, and although the Mohist is too powerful, there is no way to control the life and decisions of Mo Jingshen. Why did he not refuse the marriage of Jijia? Why, did not reject her?

Formerly, he refused Anshuyan and many famous ladies and daughters. He was half a year ago, and why, at that time, accepted the arrangement of the Mohist family.

The season is warm and calm, suppressing all kinds of thoughts in my heart, but my heart seems to have knocked over the five-flavored bottle.

I really want to ask, I even want to ask too much.

She was only unfamiliar and even out of reach for the decade that Mo Jingshen had not participated in and the future.

"It’s already afternoon, I will go to the studio first." Ji Wen said, standing up, handing the banknotes on the table to the waiter in the coffee shop and taking the phone out of the cafe.

"You don't have to be serious about any secretary of Ann. The basis of marriage is trust. These two words are suitable for you, but also for me. Don't think about it, eh?" Mo Jingshen heard her movement out of the cafe. Low light and softly appease.

The low temperature of the season was low, and I didn’t say much more.

"Don't forget that I promised you, one week."

The pace of the season is warm.

One week?

One week after he said that An Shuyan left Moh, it would be three days left.

Does he really want to let An Book say so?

Although the warm season thinks that he may have some fuss, but the woman is really not allowed to have a little sand in the matter of feelings.

The bottom line and the principle, the insistence is still to be adhered to.

"Good." She answered.

"The two days the company is busy, a lot of things need me to go to talk in person, the evening of the evening there will be an international dinner, the time will be very late, I let Chen Hao accompany you."

"Nothing, I can do it myself, don't ask her to come."

......

The sky is getting darker and the season warms back to Oran International.

When I came out from the study with a notebook for work, I was going back to the bedroom to continue reading the information. Her eyes were swept over the door that had never been opened, and then stopped.

The door was suddenly knocked, and the warm eyes of the season left the closed door.

"Chen Chen?" Opened the door and saw Chen Hao holding a fresh fish and green vegetables standing outside.

"Mrs. I am coming over this time, didn't bother you?" Chen asked.

"No, but how come you...?"

"Mr. let me come to dinner for you, lest you be lazy at night and only take a takeaway." Chen Xiao smiled into the door, went into the kitchen to wash his hands after coming in, and he was busy with the seasons. No time.

When did Mo Jingshen know her so much?

Although I will cook, but a person's dinner really has nothing to do, with her temper, it is estimated that it will be a takeaway, or simply do not eat.

"Mrs., do you have anything else that you really want to eat? If the sky is not completely dark, I can go back and buy some other dishes." Chen Hao said in the kitchen and was busy.

"I can eat anything, not so much trouble."

"Oh, although I am in the city center, I am still not used to the surrounding environment. I just found a nearby food market. I have not bought anything else. The things in the big supermarket are too expensive. I see you still. I should occasionally go back to the Imperial Garden to live, and living here every day is even a problem..."

Chen Yu’s is full of concern.

The warm season is a smile.

She really hasn't had much to eat in this regard. After all, there is ink BOSS personally feeding, she feels that her face has to be rounded in the past few days.

The warm season went to the kitchen to help, but Chen Hao pushed it out. She had no choice but to help Chen Hao pour a glass of water, and then the computer went back to the study.

......

At eleven o'clock in the night, Mo Jing went back to Oran International.

"Mr. Mo, so late, did you stay in the company to rest?" Chen Yu came out and asked respectfully.

Mo Jingshen nodded to Chen Hao, not much to say, Chen Hao suddenly pointed to the study room still lit with lights, whispered: "The wife has been in the study after dinner, I did not dare to bother."

Ink deep entered, opened the door and found that the season was warm and fell asleep next to the computer, his arms on the table, his head with his arms bent, the good-looking eyebrows twitching slightly, it seems that the sleep is not very stable.

Ink Jing squinted at the list of her office's financial fund emergency list and personnel changes on her computer. The hand slammed her on her head and took her back to the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)