The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 172: The darkness of the darkness of the ink, the sudden change of the cold under the shadow of the lamp

The warm season is directly in place.

The sound of the fine Italian handmade leather shoes on the ground was smooth and powerful, but it was accompanied by some ominous signals in the warm ears.

She just adjusted her face and prepared to show her smile that didn't happen at all. She felt a cool finger on her shoulder.

"Hand, stick out." Mo Jing Shen calmly said.

"..." The season looked warmly at him, not moving.

The expression on the man's face has gradually cooled down, staring at her for a long time, and he suddenly smiled coldly: "How long do you think you can hide?"

The season warmed a big sigh.

I really don't want to tell him that I am inadvertently harassing the upper body today. It is too shameful.

Her footsteps subconsciously stepped back into the door, trying to take advantage of Chen Hao’s opportunity in front of the door.

"Come here." Mo Jingshen’s voice has already sunk.

The season was warm and helpless, so I had to go down with my head, and the ink was deep and looked at her.

She first paused, and then saw that Feng Ling was still outside the gate of the Imperial Garden. It is estimated that there is no way to continue to squat down. She had to stretch out her two hands behind her.

Mo Jingshen only looked down at the palm of her hand and the slightly red and swollen fingers. She directly buckled her wrist and strode to the villa. Chen Yan saw that his face was cold and he did not dare to talk. The warm season was so brought him upstairs and brought into the room.

"I am a skin injury, because I am afraid that you are worried, so I did not let the seal tell you, and I have already gone to the hospital for treatment. It will be no problem if you don't touch the water these days. You don't live..." Mo Jingshen is now clearly the silence before the storm, so he has no choice but to give him any chance to ease his emotions and keep explaining.

Ink did not respond, and pushed the door of the bedroom directly to bring her in: "Go in, I am in a bad mood, don't let me say the second time."

The warmth of the seasons was blocked by the words on the tip of the tongue and had to enter the bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed, she turned back and saw the face of Mo Jingshen was really bad.

"Explain." He spit out the words coldly.

"First, let's not blame Feng Ling. She is very diligent. Everything is my own negligence. I also told her not to tell you." The warm season is somewhat helpless.

Ink deep took off his jacket and threw it aside. The action was not gentle and pulled the button of the neckline. He said to the warmth of the season: "You should not rush to sue for others, since let her hide me first, you Just telling me things clearly, how can I go to the studio for less than ten hours, and the hand injury becomes like this?"

The warm season just told me all the things that happened today, and I saw him all the time. When I saw the man who was dismembered in the wedding dress, the eyes of his eyes became clearer and clearer. Later, he was taken to the hospital by Feng Ling, and he went to Qin Siting to deal with the wound.

The purpose is to let him know that Feng Ling is really responsible for her, don't anger to Feng Ling because of this little thing.

"The source of the express, have you checked it?" Mo Jingshen's tone eased, but it is not so much a mitigation as it is hidden in the danger of being unclear: "Bing Ling is listening to you now, this kind of thing dares Looking at me, it seems that it is time to change your mind for you."

"Don't! This is really not to blame her, she knows how I will come back at night, you will know this sooner or later, I will let her hide for hours, after all, you are in the company during the day, do not want you to Heart." Seasonal explanation.

Seeing that the season is busy and maintaining Feng Ling, he is busy thinking about whether he will be distracted in the company, but he is not too concerned about her own safety. Mo Jingshen seems to smile, but the season is not sure about him. Is it a laugh or a sneer?

I can only hear a smile from his tone, but she laughs and keeps worrying about whether Feng Ling will be punished for this.

"Learn yourself first." Mo Jingshen looked at her, the tone was very cold.

The season warmed up and I had to say, "That is an international express delivery. All that can be found is sent from the United States. All the information of the sender is hidden."

"Where is the number?"

"I have it in my mobile photo album, I took it."

Mo Jingshen took her mobile phone directly, opened it and took a look at it, and sent the photo of the single number to his mobile phone.

"Go and sit down first." Mo Jingshen looked at her again.

The warmth of the season saw his expression. Inexplicably, I still don’t offend him. I turned to go to the bed and sit down.

Seeing her obedient, the face of Mo Jingshen was relieved, and the door was closed.

......

Half an hour later, Shen Mu gave a call back to Mo Jingshen: "Mu Zong, checked, the number of this international express delivery was indeed deliberately hidden. It should be that the sender gave a lot of courier companies in Los Angeles. Money, which is generally sent from the United States to the country, is not particularly rigorous through US Customs inspections. With the artificial factors, it can be sent to the country smoothly."

"Since it is hidden by humans, it is still possible to find out." Mo Jing said coldly.

"Yes, I contacted the people in Los Angeles. After a special tracing, I only showed the last name of the sender."

"Last name?"

"Su."

Hearing this surname, the darkness of the darkness of the ink scene suddenly became cold under the shadow of the lamp.

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It is a little good to have a hand injury.

For example, Qin Siting confessed to her within two days, try not to bend and move, and can't touch the water within five days.

Therefore, when the season was warm and dinner, Chen Hao sent the dinner that she had made. She sat at the table and Mo Jingshen personally fed her.

"Open your mouth."

"what."

"Open your mouth."

"what……"

Seeing her hand hurt like this, she always smiled when she was eating, as if he was very proud of feeding it by himself. Mo Jingshen threw the chopsticks on the table and took a spoon to give her a soup.

The season warmed up and sipped his mouth and drank in, and then saw the ink-deep-skinned look of this serious feeding, and even seemed to be afraid of burning her. When she was drinking soup, he was staring at her mouth. They have been blown by him, not hot at all, but he is still too careful.

When the season warmed up, he laughed and laughed. Sitting at the table, he put his hands on his legs and accepted the feeding of ink BOSS like an obedient primary school student.

"I still laughed? Didn't put a bomb in the courier to blow up your hand?" Mo Jingshen gave another soup to her.

"I feel that I am very happy to be fed by you. If you have a husband, who is not happy?" The warmth of the season is very good.

The ink scene is cold and cold, no words, continue to feed.

(End of this chapter)