The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 148, Grandpa actually plays this way.

The old man who had just taken the crutches suddenly slammed into the ground and the crutches rolled back a few meters away.

He said with a grin: "You old age is so big, soak in the hot spring for so long, your feet are soaked! No effort on your hands! You have nothing to look for! The more you go, the more boring Panic, help me out!"

Seeing that the old man fell to the ground, this play is really too serious.

Mossau’s face was ugly, and he knew what was going on, but he still couldn’t continue to lean in. He was black and his face curled up with a cane and then helped the screaming father to go out.

Until the two went far, the warmth of the season was rested on the body of Mo Jingshen.

Ink sighed and sighed: "What do you hide? I don't know if I hide here?"

"He must know, it's so obvious, I don't know if it's blame. But it's better than being caught directly at the scene? Isn't this free from his white eyes?" The season warmly carefully looked out. To make sure that they have really left, sighed: "I didn't expect Grandpa to play like this!"

"I didn't expect you to hide and hide in such a place." Mo Jingshen took her out of the cracks of the stone, and the obvious irony between the words did not play any hidden role.

The warmth of the season is: "Is it not irritating?"

The man stared at her and smiled.

"I have done it, and I will go out quickly. Otherwise, if I will kill it again, I will live up to my grandfather's acting skills!" Ji Wen said, holding his arm and walking outward.

At the entrance to the hot springs of the Moshan Houshan, Mo Shaoheng helped the old man of the ink to come out and saw that Anshuyan was standing outside and asked directly: "Books, how long have you been out? Did you see the depth of field?"

An Shuyan’s eyes were waveless, his eyes only faintly looked at the entrance to the hot springs, and he said, “I didn’t see it.”

Mosuo did not miss the one she had just thrown into the inside. The sharp eyebrows wrinkled, and because the old man had been crying all the time, there was no way to go back and get people out. The father left.

Until the dark season of the ink scene came out, An Shuyan still stood in the same place.

The warmth of the season cast on the body of An Shuyan, Anshuyan only hooked her lips that are not salty and not faint, and then looked at Mo Jingshen.

Ink is deeply indifferent: "What time is the plane in the morning?"

The face of An Shuyan has not been as obvious as it was when he was in the cave. He replied: "It is very early, and it is sent to the airport just after the day is bright."

Ink faintly nodded faintly, his hands were always squatting in the warm waist of the season, and took her directly, no more.

At the Mohist night, no matter the front yard or the backyard, every small road has a very classic row of small lights. Even if it is already in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the horticultural scenery on both sides of the path is full of the fragrance of grass and trees, passing through the cobblestone road. Seeing the small lake in the back garden, sparkling.

The whole world is dark, but with warm light, the whole world is quiet.

Regardless of the past two seasons, the warmth of the season seems to have never passed through such a quiet road with Mo Jingshen. At this moment, many of the precautions and loneliness from the past lives, as well as the pressure of the exclusion of the outside world from the ink father, seems to be no longer Existed.

The wind smacked in the ear, and the warmth of the season suddenly held the hand of the ink depth, very tight.

The man noticed a slight change in her, and she stopped to look at her.

Warming up at the same time, he raised his eyes and smiled at him.

The little woman's smiling eyebrows bent, and Mo Jing looked at her: "What's wrong?"

The season is warm and my face is shaking my head.

Women are often emotional animals, no matter how many years have passed.

She was just thinking about what he had just said.

Will be together for a lifetime.

Will not divorce.

The warmer season clenched his hand.

......

The night is deep. After all, the hot spring with Chinese medicine is soaked in the evening. Although it is good for the body, the normal state after the hot spring is always very thirsty.

The mid-season was still asleep at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and Mo Jing-shen was lying beside her, half leaning on the bed and looking at the e-mail on the phone.

The warmth did not bother him, and he picked up the quilt and went out of bed. He only said "I am going to get some hot water to come back to drink". I put on my coat outside the pajamas and walked out the room lightly.

She has not yet reached a level of familiarity with the Mohist family. There should be a maid near the downstairs who occasionally come to see if they have other needs, but when the season warms down, the maid is not there.

When the season warmed out, I saw the lights in the front hall still bright, thinking that the maid was on the other side and went straight.

As a result, I just walked into the front hall and didn't see the servant. I only saw that Mossau was sitting on the sofa with a small face, and his brow was slightly squatting.

"Dad." The warmth of the season saw him with a bad face. It was not very comfortable. Although he didn't want to be cold-eyed, he still walked over.

Mossau heard the sound of the warm season, and looked at her coldly in a blink of an eye: "How are you here?"

"I want to find a maid to burn some water to drink. I didn't find anyone. I saw the light on this side coming over." The warm season approached: "Where are you uncomfortable?"

Mosuo frowned and frowned without any patience. He lifted his hand and pressed his forehead. The tone was not cold or hot. "It’s too old to stand too hot, soaking in the hot spring for too long, a headache for one night. ""

The warmth looked back and looked around. I still didn't see a servant. I asked, "Is it here? Didn't you take the medicine? Is it painful? Do you need to see a doctor?"

"The old problem, you don't need to take medicine." Mosuo put his hand down, and looked at her with a bad look: "You don't need to fake it with me. You have to drink water to look elsewhere. Don't stand here and let people look at life." Tired!"

If you don’t see him as the father of Mo Jingshen, it’s really impossible for the temper of the season to be so tolerant.

"If you are really a headache to sleep, let me try to press you a button?" The warmth of the season is slow, and the peace has brought some patience and courtesy to the elders.

Mossau’s eyelids screamed at her, cold and cold: “Will you press?”

"I will try it." The warmth of the season did not say much. He walked directly around the sofa and stood behind him. When he waited for Mosuo, he refused to export. The finger had been gently pressed on his head to find the acupuncture points on his head. And add a little bit of gravity.

Mossau was silent for a moment, not much to say, did not let her go away, only sitting coldly, only a moment later squinted: "Do you still have this?"

“My dad often has headaches, so I simply learned, but I have never had a chance to help him.”

"Not all said that the big lady of Haicheng Jijia is very charming? Do you still have this filial piety?"

(End of this chapter)