The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 251, between me and you, do you still need to plot?

Sheng Yi Han slowly and slowly smiled: "Ink."

His eyebrows were mocked with a mockery: "I thought the side of the warm season was still the female bodyguard."

During the speech, he had loosened the hand that almost broke the bones of the season, and let go of the man in his arms without pity. The hand fell down.

The dark scent of the ink scene swept him, and then he looked at the white face because of the pain just now, but also because of the current situation and thoughtful thinking of the dream.

Ji Mengran shrank his shoulders, and some dissatisfied said: "Sheng brother, I know that I am smashed, did not do what you originally planned... But the thing between me and the warm season is really not clear in a few words. I originally wanted to swindle her in the name of Dad. I know that you didn't expect her to come here... I didn't want to drag you into my plan... but..."

Sheng Yi Han looked at her: "Now, at this time, what can be said for these crimes for me?" There is no ups and downs, no emotion.

From the very beginning, Sheng Yi Han has helped her, but there is absolutely no need to be addicted to the season, or to use the simple way to bring the season warm.

Ji Mengran is indeed a quick success, Sheng Yi Han is a very patient person, but the dream can not wait.

The warmth of the season has lengthened the tone: "So I was called this place in the big night, except for this sister who has always looked at me who is not pleasing to the eye, but also your other plot?"

In the face of the warm and cold question of the season, Sheng Yi Han picked up the eyelids, and the color was light and transparent.

If he didn't answer the warm season, he was just looking at the man who stood in the light and graceful and clear.

On the night when the season was warm at the Shine dinner, Sheng Yihan had already had the most direct contact with Mo Jingshen. At that time, the chilling enthusiasm was already doomed to be closed in an etheric and peaceful way today.

"There is no plan to figure out, between me and you, do you still need to plot?" Sheng Yihan smiled and asked.

That look is unrecognizable and boring.

Ji Meng was not willing to be ignored, suddenly turned sideways, eyes arrogantly looking towards the direction of the season warm: "I just heard the words you just heard, the season is warm, you are not the daughter of Jijia! When the mother was pregnant with you Just married to Dad! Even if the marriage between them is true, even if you have been wearing the hat of Miss Ji Jiada for many years, but the flow of your body is not the blood of our family! You used to How proud is it, how ridiculous it is now! Seasonal warmth, seeing that we have been matched by sisters in these years, I don’t care how much you belonged to me in the quarter, but Jijia and Moh’s Marriage, what are you? What qualifications do you have now standing here and swearing for Mrs. Mo? Shouldn’t the person who should be self-defeating should not be you?”

Although Ji Mengran’s eyes are a little red, when they say these words, they use the kind of smile that is extremely disdainful, with the kind of arrogance that belongs to the real bones of Miss Jijiazheng, and the cold eyes squatting in the warm season.

Mo Jingshen did not look at Ji Mengran, but brought the unidentified season warmth behind him, and then turned to Sheng Yihan. The tone of the lips was very low: "Ji Hongwen has hidden the secrets for so many years, and it was easy for you to be in the quarter." It is found that the secret that cannot be secreted now can only be used as a killer by Ji Mengran. The reason why you have been planning to use it as a bait for a long time has not become a bait for the warm season, but instead lured to the dream of the season?"

Sheng Yihan smiled and smiled at the bottom of his eyes: "Since it is a secret that cannot be called a secret, how can it be regarded as a bait."

Ink Jing looked at him for a while, then looked at the season warm.

After the seasons heard the words of the dream, there was no buzz.

Or, regardless of the topic that she was an illegitimate woman in the mouths of various celebrities in Haicheng, she later grew up and found that she and the family’s five senses did not resemble each other. They all had a bottom in her heart.

Although it can't be digested at the moment, at least it is not particularly shocking.

Mo Jingshen said yes, Ji Meng thought that this is the killer for her, it is really stupid.

If the warm season is still dependent on the seasonal warmth of the season, it may be difficult to accept.

After all, it’s different in the past.

No matter what the real truth is, the warmth of the season has no dependence on the family, and some are just grateful to Ji Hongwen and the father and daughter who can't give up.

Once again, the eyes of the last season dreamed of arrogance, the warmth of the season was filled with a slight faint calm and cold smile: "It may be that you have never been deliberately clenched in the things that I have valued, so dream of you These self-righteous thoughts can be used in addition to giving you some comfort in your heart."

Ji Mengran’s eyes were condensed, and he immediately raised his voice and asked: “So, you have never deliberately tried to tighten your marriage with you?”

The season warmed her and gave her a clear look: "Because the only thing I have ever grasped is this marriage. The only thing I have ever won is the man you always wanted but can't get, so you hate me for hating. This kind of situation, regardless of the sisterhood of the past 20 years, is not only the calculation of me in the dark, but even a few degrees of danger to death?"

"You don't even know who your own biological father is, and who is giving you confidence to stand here..."

Ji Mengran is about to come back and say that Mo Jingshen has already held the warm hand of the season. He did not look at anyone in the corridor, and the long legs went straight to the box behind him.

The box door was opened and closed, and the warm season was forced into the door.

She raised her eyes and saw the man's thin lips smashing into a straight line, whispering her voice: "warm."

In the warm heart of the season, a certain emotion that has been swaying from the beginning has been calmed down.

She spoke, and the voice was cool and calm: "My anti-strike ability is better than you think. I don't care, just some things need to be digested."

Ink star stared at her: "Don't listen to anyone's nonsense, find opportunities to talk to your father, the truth will never be as simple as other people say."

The season nodded warmly.

He raised his hand and touched her hair, gentle and indifferent: "You just got a fascination. Medicine, now it is not suitable to tell them too much, this thing goes back and says."

The season warmed again and nodded.

Not at all stunned, but she still listened to the arrangement of Mo Jingshen at this time. He always took care of her emotions, and she just didn't want to go to the season again.

Although she didn't feel much, she still had some weakness and weakness, letting him stare at himself, but didn't let her go out.

When the ink was deep out of the box, the people outside were waiting for him to come out, and except for the deep and cold, the dark and the light, the other people were looking carefully at the ink depth.

(End of this chapter)