The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 339, the swaying eyes

Ink Jing Shen Shen Rong Jun cold, directly holding the warm hand of the season and turned away, leaving no more than a moment.

The warm season was just pulled a few steps by him, and the sound of the cold drink of Mosuo passed directly: "I just came back and left?"

Mosuo did not expect that Mo Jingshen could reflect the warmth of the season without any reflection.

The warmth of the season was overwhelmed by the voice of Mossau. After all, it’s not good to be a daughter-in-law.

Ink deep took her hand and did not let go, took her to her side, raised her palm on her back and forced her to walk out of the Mohist's simple European black door, calmly and coldly: "Don't bother, go ""

After all, I took a long leg and went straight out with the warm season.

Su Lao heard the movement at this time, and he had already got up and walked out. He looked at the movement in front of the door. Although his posture was old, his eyes were full of gods.

I will come here today, and the purpose is indeed in the body of Mo Jingshen.

Before coming, I still wondered if Mo Jingshen would come back, but after all, today is the Chinese Spring Festival, and others are in Los Angeles. They can’t stay in the house for three days, so they come over and gamble.

But the attitude of Mo Jingshen explains everything.

At this moment, Su Zhilan stood there and looked at the two people who were almost far away.

At first, I thought that everything was not difficult, but since I was so ruthless and difficult to overcome in the hospital, I saw that when I saw the two people who didn’t return, I suddenly felt that everything was not true.

The warmth of the season is wearing a white cashmere coat, and the black body of the ink-deep-skinned body has become a couple. From the back, it seems that the male’s long and tall woman’s body is perfectly matched, and the standing together is indeed a pair. The monks, especially the warm, fluffy long hair of the season, fell from the shoulders, scattered behind the back, and the tail was covered under the man's palm because of the action of the man against her back. The intimate movement of the station stood swayingly. s eyes.

Su Zhilan’s eyes were hidden and indulged. Looking up and seeing the warm season seemed to be thoughtful and hesitated, but he was firmly taken away by the man.

"Depth of field!" Mossau yelled at their backs: "You are planning to make our hearts add to the New Year's Eve? Are you back when you come back? Give me over!"

In Mosuo, the voice just fell, and then a female voice was heard: "The depth of field is back? Where is it? Did he bring my daughter-in-law to me?"

Because of this voice, the depth of the ink was slightly slowed down. The season warmed and turned to the eye, and I saw a middle-aged woman who was well-maintained looking forward to the door.

The warm season gave her some impressions, because when she married Mo Jingshen, Moshao did not attend at all, but Mo Jingshen’s mother flew back from the United States to Haicheng to attend their wedding.

Although I only saw one side at the time, the warm season was also recognized. This is the mother of Mo Jingshen, Ms. Wan Zhu.

Wanzhu saw their figure at a glance, and turned to the sight of the warmth of the season, and immediately smiled and screamed at the warmth of the season: "My daughter-in-law, what are you going! Come back! A bunch of good meals and good food are waiting for you!"

On the day of the marriage, Ms. Wan Zhu took her warm-hearted wife and her daughter-in-law to call her a few times. At that time, the warmth of the season was still very heavy, and she directly took her hand out, and gave it to others. Leave the face and turn around and enter the background of the bride's makeup.

When she thought of her, she felt awkward in her heart, and immediately turned her head decisively. She pulled the arm of Mo Jingshen and took him back. After returning to the manor’s yard, Ji Weng smiled and said, “Just the depth of field said It’s too hasty to come back. I didn’t buy any gifts to bring back during the Chinese New Year. I am going to take me with me to buy gifts. We didn’t say we have to go!”

The ink-fielder of the deep-skinned singer of the ink was lifted, and a little woman who looked at her eyes and opened her mouth to help her explain.

When Wanzhu heard it, he smiled and greeted him. When he stepped forward, he pulled the hand of the season warmer: "Oh, the hand is so cold, this is going back to your own home, not where you are going, what kind of gift do you buy? Besides the depth of field you If you want to buy something, go on your own, in such cold weather, let the warmth of the season hurry into the house to warm and warm!"

When you say it, you can take the warmth of the season and go inside.

The attitude of this mother-in-law and the father-in-law is really different.

Mosuo stood in front of the door and still looked ugly. When Mo Jingshen saw that the warm season had been slammed into the door, he faintly nodded to the old man in front of the door.

Su Lao smiled softly: "It seems that the depth of field is not very welcome."

Ink deep and cold and clear eyes passed over Su Lao, and said: "Su Lao is more concerned, after all, the visitors are guests, how can there be a welcome?"

At this time, Su Zhilan stared at the face of Mo Jingshen and smiled at him: "Deep depth, I grew up with my grandfather since I was a child. There are too few Su family members. This year, the Chinese New Year is very deserted, so I came here. After a Spring Festival with Mo Shu and Zhu Xi, I didn’t expect you to come back."

Ink faintly nodded: "Well, then please sit down."

After all, no more words, just pick up the electronic car key and press it down, lock the car on the parking lot and walk inside.

The warm season has been taken to the living room by Mo Jingshen's mother. The decoration style of the American Moh is different from that of Haicheng Mojia. Haicheng is simple and simple, and the green mountains and green waters are suitable for health. Exquisite, at first glance, the size of the family is decided by the mother of Mo Jingshen, Mosuo, the middle-aged straight male cancer patient is afraid that even a vase at home has not touched.

"I heard that you were in the hospital a few days ago. Nothing, is the depth of field hurt better?" Wanzhu asked the servant to come over and send fruit and tea to pour water, while watching the warmth of the season, looking at the children. A look that is especially popular with a wife.

She was given a cold stay by Moshao. The warmth of the season was not suitable for the enthusiasm of Mo Jingshen's mother. She was dragged and sat on the sofa. She did not take off her coat and nodded. "Nothing, A few days ago, Dad went to the hospital to visit. At that time, he was resting, so he couldn't see it, but the body of the depth of field has always been good, but some skin injuries, don't worry too much."

"Don't worry, don't worry, my son has been very worry-free since he was a child. I heard that he was injured. I will let your dad look at it. I am afraid that you are too cautious, so I did not go to the hospital. I heard that you were discharged. I am more reassured." Wanzhu smiled and took a hand of the season warmer: "I remember listening to your father before, you read the book in Los Angeles, have not been here for so many years, everything is Still feel familiar, is there anything that doesn't fit?"

(End of this chapter)