The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 132 is only a season of warm feet.

The ink scene stood there with no expression on the face, and the sound of Ling Ling Ling was chilly, the twilight was cold, and the faint eyes were cast out.

The two bodyguards who were about to reach out to pull the warmth of the season, the forehead and the back were all under the eyes of Mo Jingshen’s eyes and smashed a layer of cold sweat, and did not dare to reach out and touch her.

Whether it is in the room or the entire 33-story of the hotel, the quiet needle can be heard in an instant.

This is not the first time that the warmth of the season has been seen so cold, but now he almost freezes his eyes into the bones, or let her feel the back of the back cool.

Ink deep eyes passed coldly on them: "Who dares to move her?"

"Ink, we are obeying the instructions of Mo Dong, he is worried about your situation in the room, so it will let us..." The two bodyguards had a chilly explanation.

Ink's deep eyebrows are sharp and cold, and the line of sight falls on one of them. The lips are ironic and extremely deep: "Let's obey?"

The season is warm by the door and stands silently.

From the very beginning, she knew that Mossau could not control Mo Jingshen at all, otherwise it would not use such mandatory means.

The practice of Xu Moshao last night will further push the ink scene deeper and farther, and it will be felt from the attitude of Mo Jingshen at the moment.

In his eyes, there is no longer this so-called father.

Cold, cool.

Ink deep went to the warm-up side of the season, whispering as she looked at her little face from beginning to end, holding her hand.

Seeing this movement when the ink was deep in front of the door, Mosuo immediately coldened his face and was full of dissatisfaction.

The warmth of the season thought that the ink depth was to soothe her in this way. She would be gently moved by the hand he held in the palm of her hand, and the finger was scratched in his palm, trying to ease the atmosphere that was too awesome.

In the next moment, she was suddenly pulled by a force. The whole person directly slammed into the arms of Mo Jingshen. The heel did not stand still for a while. The strong backhand of the ink was so hugged that she would be like this. Her ownership, calmly pressed her between his square inches.

Ink and deep indifference and firm voice passed over her head: "The warmth is my wife, there is me, no one can shake her identity."

Mossau was cold and cold: "Where is the book? She was not with you last night?"

Just then, a quiet voice came in front of the elevator door not far away: "Uncle Mo, I am sorry..."

Mossau turned his eyes and looked at An Shuyan.

All the answers are self-evident.

Mossau’s eyes were dark and sharp, and he said: “It seems that the book does not want to be strong in such a way. I can understand her hesitation. Such a good woman is always thinking about you. At this point, Discarding the opportunity, it can be seen how deep she is with you, what is this season's warmth? Depth of field, you better see it!"

"I see it very clearly." In the ink of Shen Jing, there is a bit of a thin and pretty cold in the tone: "I will not leave if I am married, and I will not be jealous of the book. I have only one season to warm up in my life."

An Shuyan stood in the distance and never came close. The voice of Mo Jingshen was cold and faint, and the tone was not high, but it was enough for her to hear clearly outside this distance.

She lowered her eyes and said nothing, and her eyes passed through the bitterness.

From the thunder and lightning of last night, when the season warms a person driving out of the ink home, she should know...

From the kind of eyes that believe that Mo Jingshen is always steadfast in the warmth of the season, she should know...

Mossau calmed his face, cold and anger, and then turned to look at the sullen and quiet appearance of An Shuyan, but sharply cold eyes narrowed.

An Shuyan also gently poked his politeness, turned and left, do not want to stand here and listen to it.

Mosuo suddenly looked at the warmth of the season, and his eyes were cold: "Depth of field, what can you do with this season's warmth? Women are just an accessory to the cause. If it is not the power of the Mohist, the season is warm. This woman, who is said to have been above the top, may be willing to marry at the age of twenty? Before you get married, she is afraid that even people like you are not clear! For now, I am afraid she Still unclear!"

"Let. Your mother's fart!" Master Murray suddenly sighed at the side: "A woman is an adjunct to her career? I have the ability to say this to your mother who went to the United States after returning to the United States!"

Mosuo was a stunned eyebrow, and his eyes looked cold and glanced at the old man, apparently because he was not satisfied with everything.

"What are you swearing? A few decades ago, if you were not your buddy, I would like to see people, let you hold the beauty, you can get the mother of the depth of field? At the beginning, the family was also the top lady who was above the top. You are a stinky boy, in the end, are you two years old and have been with Meimei for a lifetime? Give me a good grandson with a deep depth of field!"

"..."

Mossau was stunned by the anger, and he was too lazy to argue with the father here. He only looked at the warmth of the season: "Why don't you answer? Do you know the past of the depth of field? Do you know who he is?"

The expression on the face of Mo Jingshen was very light, pulling the warmth to the back.

The warmth of the season was suddenly chuckled, and he came out from behind him and looked up at Mossau: "Does the mother of Jingshen know that you were a young woman when you were a child? Do you know how old you are? Did you lose a few teeth when you were seven? How did you hold hands when you first fell in love with a little girl? Know who you were before you got married?"

Mossau’s face was gloomy and cold, and she immediately glared at her.

"She must not know!" The warm face is still laughing, but the corner of his mouth is cold, his eyes are clear, there is no slight dodge, so he is so cold on his eyes: "Since she has not even your past Understand, I think that you can divorce at this age. Nowadays, the old and the young are also very popular. You can’t bring your own excellent books to you. Isn’t it right for you?”

"You are arrogant!" Mosuo screamed sharply: "The age is not big, the temper is very powerful. How do you teach you to disrespect the elders?"

"As a daughter-in-law of yours, even a dad can't call it. I am already very disrespectful to you. Are you still a few disrespectful?"

"That's right!" Master Murray had to stand up to the warm season to give her a hand.

Mossau closed his eyes and pointed to the warmth of the season, and then looked at the old man who was laughing and laughing: "This is the grandmother of your choice?"

Master Mo did nodded and smiled: "Yes, I picked the granddaughter!"

Mossau: "..."

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