The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 126 is because I really like him too much.

"How can there be a car at this time?" In the eyes of Master Murray, he suddenly rose up to some of his wings. He turned to the outside and urged him: "Go and see! Is the depth of field coming back!"

The warm season has already been a step faster than everyone in the moment when the old man spoke, and ran out first...

"Oh, Ji Shantou, why don't you take the umbrella! Fast! Go and give her an umbrella! Don't be immersed!" Master Mur, chased down with a cane, but still can't keep up with the warmth of the season, seeing the warmth of the season. The heavy rain outside the villa directly rushed out of the door.

The servant and the housekeeper quickly chased out with an umbrella. The warm season barely noticed how wet and cold they were, only staring at the direction of the lights and running over.

When I was close, I found that the car was not the one with deep ink, but a taxi.

She walked in the foot and stood in the rain. The night lights on both sides of the road in the Mo's house shook in the rain.

When the door opened, I saw that the figure of An Shuyan appeared on the side of the car, and the eyebrows were raised in the warm season.

An Shuyan got off the car and held the umbrella. He looked up and saw the warmth of the season. The footsteps immediately paused. Then I saw a servant and the butler coming over and raised the umbrella on the top of the warm season. But this time, the season has already warmed up. The whole body is soaked.

An Shuyan went to the warmth of the season, and whispered through the rain curtain: "Mrs. Me, I am sorry."

The warm season stood there, watching the Anshuyan who came alone, and did not see the ink of Shen Jingshen from beginning to end.

Her face was calm, and it seemed to be silent, suppressing the tumbling and waves, her eyes cold and cold, and her tone was low and slow: "What have you done? Want to apologize to me?"

An Shuyan lowered his eyes and held the handle: "With such a big rain, we are still advanced to talk about it."

"Yes, my wife is getting wet, go back and change clothes!" The servant held the umbrella in the back while helping the season warm.

The season looked silently and looked at An Shuyan, and saw that her eyes seemed to have a certain emotion that flashed away. Suddenly she seemed to understand something, and she did not speak any more, letting the maid return her to the villa.

The old man had just walked out of the umbrella with the servant and walked a few steps in the back. Seeing that they had to enter the door, they asked the servant to open the two doors of the villa, so that the warm season and the book would go quickly.

The servant's hands and feet were holding two thick blankets and draped over the warm season. An book said that he had been holding the umbrella and was not wet. He put the umbrella down when he entered the door.

"Books? How could it be you? This... What happened to you today?" The old man saw that Anshu’s words were neat, not like Mosuo said in the room.

"My grandfather, I am sorry, I should have come earlier, but because I have some eyeliners around me, I have not been able to avoid it before, so I came over so late." An Shuyan said to the ink lord apologetically: "Tonight's situation I can explain it to you, but can I speak a few words with Mrs. Mo?"

The old man inked his eyebrows and looked at the warmth of the rain that filled his face with rain.

The season is warm and light, and I look at An Shuyan. The voice is cool and cool: "What are you going to say?"

An Shuyan went straight to her, and said that the season warmed to the side to say that the warmth of the season did not sound, turned and walked to the first floor of the villa near the blue-and-white porcelain high bottle.

An Shuyan stood by her side, and the voice was so low that only a warm season could be heard by one person: "To tell the truth, tonight, it is indeed a rare opportunity for me. I liked ink for many years, from When I was a teenager, my father and Uncle Mo promised to pass me. I will definitely let me marry him in the future."

Because the autumn rain is too cold, the warm season is frozen to pale and the lips are pale, but the eyes are still cold and bright: "So? Miss An, this time to come here, should not be so simple to show my position."

An Shuyan smiled, but it was a little bitter to laugh: "I like ink, because I really like him too much, and I look too much at this man, so I have not done this way to force him to stay. ""

The seasons raised his eyebrows silently.

Like is possessive, and love is not easy to swear.

It seems that until this moment, the warmth of the season really feels the seriousness of An Shuyan to Mo Jingshen.

Anshu’s tone is faint and slow: “I’ve always known about today’s plan. Although Mo’s method is a bit more, I’m the default and accepted. It’s just that at the most critical time, I gave up.”

"In order to avoid the eyeliner sent by Uncle Uncle, I gave the cup of coffee that they gave me at that time to another female secretary who was with me. The coffee was similar to a sweat-sucking drug that would stun people for more than ten hours. Something, after she was in a coma, I changed clothes with her. The uncle who was sent by Uncle Mo was not very familiar with me. She took the unconscious female secretary and sent it to the designated room."

The warm season looked at her: "Since you first agreed to this plan, why should you take medicine for yourself?"

An Shuyan chuckled: "You should be very easy to think about why."

The season is warm and sneer.

indeed.

An Shuyan is a woman with a heart in the city. If she wants to take such an opportunity and deep together with Mo Jing, she will definitely leave a path to her. If she is also given the medicine, she can become a flawless person. One party.

"Actually, I will not lose to you if you change to fair competition. Even if you lose, you will lose the feelings of you in the ink, not lose to your warm season." An Shuyan whispered.

The warmth of the season is a faint lip: "Miss Ann, you have already lost when you first agreed to cooperate with such a plan."

An Shuyan’s expression was stagnant, and a trace of wolf in his eyes could not escape the warm eyes of the season.

"But if you have a little chance of winning, you won't agree with this kind of low-level plan!" The coolness in the warm eyes of the season: "The last thing that makes you awake is not because you love ink depth of field, but because you are too Know him, knowing that such a result will not only get him, but will incur the consequences that you can't imagine."

An Shu said with a smile: "Mr. Me, you are really not like the outside rumors, maybe I really underestimated you."

"I don't need your overestimation." The warming tone of the season is prolonged: "Now, it's because Miss An, your waking is really saving your life. You know very well that Mo Jingshen is not easy to be arrogant. The person who threatens, this step, you are protecting yourself."

An Shuyan suddenly stared at her and whispered, "You are so rude to talk now. I am not afraid that I will leave now and continue to hide the traces of the ink."

"Now I am your life-saving character, do you dare to go?" The taunting in the warm eyes of the season is shallow and faint, but the silent and sharp life of the book is screaming.

(End of this chapter)