The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 147 is not enough to have a foreign princess to be qualified

"Well, even if it is tofu, my flower is only inserted in you."

"..............."

Seeing that the warm season was smashed to the point where he began to swear, Mo Jingshen suddenly slammed on her head: "What do you think? You don't think so clean."

"........."

It is obviously his most dirty!

"The time is almost the same. It is too long for the air here to be boring. Go out first." Mo Jingshen said and turned.

At this moment, the distance between the ink and the old man was suddenly heard in the distance, accompanied by the footsteps coming forward.

"Deep-deep people? After talking a few words in the four-color hot spring, people suddenly disappeared, and have not returned yet." It was the cold voice of Moshao.

The old **** of ink, the old god, is returning: "When the depth of field was small, I didn't really like to come here to make hot springs. It is estimated that I have already gone out."

"Don't go inside to find the season warmer? An family is still there, that season is warm and dare to entangle the depth of field, how much do not put people in the eyes!" Moshao said while walking to the side, tone It is obviously unpleasant.

The warmth of the season was heard here, and the subconscious suddenly pushed the ink into the back of the stone in the corner beside the stone cave. The space here is very small, and it can only accommodate two people, and it must be a close-fitting posture. Can stand firm.

She leaned on him all the time, and when Mo Jing Shen gave her a low eye, she raised her hand and made a "squeaky" look.

Mo Jingshen did not intend to hide at all. It was obvious that the expression of this little woman was too vivid. She allowed her to press him between the cracks of the stone, and the hand was rubbed behind her waist so that her waist was not caught by the edge of the stone next to it.

"It is still not certain whether the depth of field has already gone out. The estimated warm season is not in it. What are you going to do?" Master Merk walked and said: "Moreover, the young couple like to get tired together because of their good feelings. You can't shake their feelings, but you have to forcibly manage it. Where do you look at the seasons and the eyes are not pleasing to the eye? This grandmother, I have been watching, but it is very pleasing to the eye!"

Mossau reprimanded: "It is completely incomparable with the family behind her, and she is not qualified for the most realistic one."

"As you said, is it true that the depth of field has to be a foreign princess?"

"Princess? Oh, it’s waste without identity!"

"Hey, you really just deified the Anshiyan. According to me, the little girl who is trapped in the contradiction of love is the same. There are not a few rational ones. I don’t think she is really as you said. The ability to do so is perfect, the human heart is still greedy, but some people disguise it too well." The old man said.

The old man and Mossou are already approaching, and the words are in the ear, separated by a stone wall behind the stone.

Just in Mossau, I will walk through here. When I turn around, I can definitely see it here. The whole person of the warmth instinct has shrunk inward, but it is obviously squeezing the ink.

Mo Jing Shen looked down at her and she just wanted to hide. Now she knows how to hide and look annoyed. She smiles and looks at her with a sly look.

The old man walked in front, his eyes just glanced at the side of the stone, and the light was on his feet. The crutches in his hand suddenly fell to the ground and rolled back two meters.

"Oh, how did this hand suddenly slip a little?" The old man said, he turned and said: "I have already seen the depth of field and the warm season. I have already gone out, don't look for it, let's go out."

Mossau was suspicious, picking up his cane and handing it over to his father. His eyes suddenly slammed into the slightly hidden stone seam, blinking, and looking forward.

(End of this chapter)