The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 711, the high-profile Tibetans can't hide it~

The warm season has always thought that Mo Jingshen is going to take her out of the house today. The result is that he really booked a cake making workshop in advance, and the staff inside it rested today, leaving only one person who is very famous in Argentina. The dessert chef came to help.

She promised that she would bring her to make a cake. After all, she was not awake at the time, so she did not remember this again.

As a result, he always remembers and even arranged it in advance.

Although the season warmer will cook, but the cake she really can't do, but she remembers that Mo Jingshen once made her own cake for more than 20 cakes, and each one looked very beautiful, she tasted a little too. It’s delicious, although many of those cakes have been ruined by her.

So, what else is this man who can't, what else can you live with?

The warm season stood in the production room, and the apron and clothes prepared by the dessert chef for her were pink, and there was a hat. After wearing it, the season warmed in front of the window to see the reflection inside. The lively one of the pink and tender dessert shop waiters has a sense of sight and is quite grounded.

Instead, Mo Jingshen didn't change clothes, white shirts and light-colored trousers. When I passed this street, there were many exotic young girls who couldn't help but secretly sneak him.

This man is wearing a white, clean and clear and handsome look at a man who is almost 30 years old. So he is so attracted, the season is standing in front of him and blocking his face. Live the sight of those women.

This time I saw the man standing in the production room to help her get the cake embryo, watching the man's shirt sleeve and the small, solid arm that was exposed. She squatted again and saw some quiet outside. The young girls who looked inward on the transparent window...

Inexplicably a bit jealous.

The husband who was so eye-catching when he went there couldn’t hold it anymore. He still wears a prince like a detached white horse.

Hey, it’s the 30-year-old white horse prince.

He is very eye-catching, and the warm season is now dressed like this. Those women who are watching outside are constantly thinking that he is the owner of this dessert shop or a distinguished guest, and she just talks to her. The waiters in the dessert shop along the way have already confirmed their thoughts, and even their eyes have not passed to her, all of them are like a tiger and they are handsome and even A man who will make dessert.

However, people just look at it outside. When she went to school, she also peeked at the men like the good-looking seniors with Xia Tian. This kind of look is not illegal, but the season is warm and the heart is already vinegar. She simply turned around and just turned around and walked into the back of the studio, which was also separated by a layer of clear glass.

I am concentrating on helping the season to make the ink of the cake embryo. I feel that it doesn't seem right.

There seems to be a little follower behind him. In addition to a little confused in the past few days, when he cooks, he will hold a hug behind him. Usually, he will not be able to wander around behind him. Behind him, like a sesame on the sugar cake, he turned to the oven, she also followed the past, wherever he went, where she went, a pair of eyes always shine with the light, always in him Turning back to the head to maximize his power to attract his attention, as if wishing to put the stars in the sky in her eyes, attracting his gaze, lest he noticed a group of people outside who are peeping at him.

Ink Jing Shen took over the color cream and chocolate handed by the pastry chef.

The warmth of the season is standing next to him and staring at him. He doesn't read the cake and he doesn't learn to do it. He only looks at him.

Ink depth went back to the production bench.

Tired in the warming station, I was still half a patient during the recovery period. I moved to a stool and sat opposite him. At the same time, I picked up the excess cake embryo that was cut off and took a few mouthfuls. It was very sweet. The cut off part tasted perfect, not to mention the semi-finished product that was not finished in front of him.

The girls on the outside are probably related to the relationship between the warm season and the handsome man inside. After all, she is so entangled, the man is not impatient, and even specially asked the dessert chef to prepare some delicious food. She gave her food in front of her, lest she be hungry or bored. Although she was wearing a waiter, it was not like watching it.

Until I saw the man smeared the cream that was inadvertently caught on the warmth of the nose, the women outside finally understood, and all of them were saddened to leave.

The warmth raised his hand and wiped the cream off his nose, then sat with his one hand and continued to look at him.

In fact, she did not know which kind of man Mi Jingshen belonged to.

It can even be said that she is somewhat ambiguous about which type of husband she belongs to.

She saw that he was wearing a suit in the company and meeting with elites at home and abroad. Sometimes he was indifferent and inhuman, and he was so reluctant that he could not predict what decision he would make next. Sometimes He will also talk and laugh with the people he rarely admires, but the subtle expression of the clear and hidden is also close to the distance, never with people, is a calm and unrestrained person.

She also saw him put on a comfortable shirt or home clothes, slender body and clean and moist atmosphere, always clear and refreshing, fine black hair on the gentle eyebrows, when looking at her, never look in her eyes Will hide the warmth, and often make her unable to resist.

She even saw that he was full of **** and decisive in Cambodia. He saw that he had not been eating for many days, and he was silent and obsessed with the XI base. He saw his deterrent with a gun and saw He almost smashed the man because she was almost sullied by the Cambodians, and saw him with a lot of faces...

Mo Jingshen, this person seems to be hindering the identity of the parents of the ink, or perhaps because of the responsibilities of the family and the family, he can always control his identity and emotions very well.

There seems to be very little loss of reason in his memory, but the only thing that seems to have been related to her only a few times.

The warm season did not go to the food that the dessert chef sent to her, but the scraps of the cake embryos that had been cut in the depths of the ink.

After all, this is what he did, even if it is a few pieces that have been cut off, she is not willing to throw it away.

Ink stunned her, sitting in the nest and eating the cake embryo, sighing.

Say what birthday is going to be a cake to learn to make a cake.

He did almost the same for her.

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(three more, good night ~)

(End of this chapter)