The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 232 Who are you talking to?

“Thank you?” Mo Jingshen was low and indifferent, staring at her: “Who are you talking to?”

"Follow you." The warm season first pinched the water bottle and did not speak, then took a sip of water, calmly and truthfully answered.

He didn't say much more, but when he was about to take the mineral water out of the kitchen and walked out of the kitchen in front of him, he suddenly took her directly and would push the woman who was careful to avoid it because he took the water. Directly pushed her to the wall opposite the refrigerator.

Seeing the man, this is suffocated by her words. The warmth of the season is convinced that he is not really like this. He can always be indifferent to control her emotions. Her man is not always in the moment. So calm.

It turns out that he is also a mortal, and he also has his anger.

She looked up at him with no look: "What are you doing? Nanheng and Fengling are outside."

"Give them a hundred courage and don't dare to come in." Mo Jingshen's voice is as cold as ever: "Retelling what you just said, who are you talking about? Seasonal warm, who am I?"

The warm season is still as usual, and the voice is flat: "It used to be my husband. Then I suddenly didn't contact for the whole month. Who knows who you are?"

Mo Jingshen raised his eyebrows: "Before you drink and drink, the attitude is basically the same except for Sapo, so you are not going to make any explanation for your own drinking."

"Why should I explain?" The warm season is very plain looking at him: "I should be strict with the problem of drinking and not drinking, but my heart?"

She couldn’t quite think about what she said after the drunkenness that night, but there are still a few words that are still impressive.

Ming knows that it is hard to wait until he appears, knowing how difficult this month is, but she can't let her face now, even if there are some wrong ingredients from her.

But she can't hang up with a smile now.

It was cold this month, she was just in the hail.

In the darkness of the ink, there was a smile in the eyes, and she looked at her face, like a disobedient kitten, who was very soft waiting for him to touch, but had to make a hard-to-touch touch. Looks like, bowed down and put it on her lips: "How? So awake is still so unreasonable?"

The season is warm and must be avoided. The man has already kissed him, but he just moved away on her lips and moved away. When her eyes were facing him, she removed the two hands that had been pressed on her shoulders. On the wall behind her, she stared at her low.

"What's still mad? A month, I still haven't figured it out?" The man stood in the light of the kitchen, and the shadow of his long body shrouded her in front of her, covering most of the lights and condescending.

"Why do I dare to blame? If you send a temper, you will be left out for a month. If you are angry because you didn't answer the phone, why are you unreasonable reasons, you are afraid to draw a line with me directly?" Cold eyes stared at him: "You don't stand here blocking me, let me go out."

Said she will push him away.

As a result, her strength was always in vain in this man. After a few pushes, he could not move him. Instead, she looked at her eyes more and more deeply.

She simply didn't open her eyes and didn't look at him. She frowned and said, "Fang Ling is still hurt. I don't want to tell you anything about..."

"Don't answer the phone? And you are obsessed with the face when you deliberately call me, just hang up and hang up. Which one is more excessive?" Mo Jingshen stared at her face, low: "I just arrived at the sea that day." City, and the subsidiary had contact in advance, there is an emergency meeting temporarily, after the T big, there is a company's special car to pick up, the phone mute is placed aside, when I saw the company and then picked up the phone, I saw you two Missed call."

The season is warm and the eyes are still not good.

"It's also fun to say." The man's hand was on her neck: "This whole month, you called for the first time, and only rang when you rang. The second call was already a month later. I didn't pick it up. You went directly to the wine to eliminate it. If you count it carefully, you are really very chic. You can be so open and happy, and the reason for running and drinking is so impeccable."

When I heard this, I knew that it was deliberately a bit ridiculous. Although the sarcasm was not deep, it was also a mockery.

It also hit her key.

There is nothing to say about the warm season. Nan Heng and Feng Ling are still outside. She really doesn't want to make any noise here, and the time in the kitchen has been long enough. It is necessary to go out first.

She was about to raise her hand again to push him, the man did not let go: "There is nothing to complain about, don't lie in your heart, say directly."

His eyes were too deep and too strong, and she was very tightly restrained by the wall. She could not escape and could not avoid it.

The warm season looked at the ink scene deep in this closeness. He remembered that he couldn’t touch him when he couldn’t touch him this month. She said, “I’ve just said it before? How dare I have grievances? I have no temper, and my temper is not as big as yours. I don’t think you are embarrassed."

As she said, she leaned closer to the wall, even if it was only a few millimeters away from him, she still had to pull farther, but the man was still in his arms.

Mo Jing looked at her and looked at her subconsciously resisting the action that was close to him. She was indifferent. She did not give her the opportunity to continue to pull away. She even leaned down and deprived her of her absolute oppression. Freedom, closer to her lips, Shen Sheng said: "You want to calm down, I will let you calm down, a month is a long time? Before you did not say that you have to live with me for three months, come to a so-called Love in the distance?"

Seasonal warmth: "..."

A month is not long.

It can be seen in a month without him and without any news of him. It is really long and long, and she grows up to doubt her life.

The season is warm, I can't stop it anyway. Anyway, I have already said this, and it is not necessary to suppress it. She suddenly said: "Even if I said that day, it may be touching your bottom line. You are not happy, I am not for you. Trust, but you have been walking for a month like this. You are just hanging out like me this month. Is it safe to dry?"

"I didn't hang you."

"Then what did you do for a month?"

" Take time to solve a past that should not exist."

solve?

Past?

Although he said it is not particularly straightforward, but the warm season is probably understood.

A month ago, when she questioned about his so-called fiancee, he said that he would handle it.

So it turns out he is going...

The season warmed staring at him, and the hand that had been pinched on the water bottle suddenly loosened. The ink-stained eyes quickly took over the water bottle that she almost didn't hold, and placed it on the cabinet next to the arm.

(End of this chapter)