The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 717, you are giving this hug, it is more than any shape.

The warm season looked at the mirror of a Republic of China student dressed up, although it is also very beautiful, Ms. Wan Zhu sings praised next to it, the season is still abandoning that she is too thin.

She touched her waist and had already set a plan in her heart. Starting this evening, every meal had at least two dinners and a plate of green vegetables.

As she thought about it, she turned and walked out of the locker room, trying to call the makeup artist.

Not far from the back of the locker room is a small balcony. Occasionally there will be a staff member smoking there. The warmth of the season knows that the dressing room of the ink depth is not far from there, and the subconscious glances in that direction.

As a result, I saw the warmth of a small balcony draped over the small balcony. There was a tall and straight back standing against the light, making her feel a little strange and so familiar.

On his shoulders, he wore a long, dark coat jacket with a heavy texture, and a sleek coat of hair on his collar, which shimmered in the sunlight to give the animal a unique glow. On the black hair, a wide-brimmed hat with the same color is buckled, and a long, light-colored scarf at the neck is hung to the lower side of the waist, and the movement moves back and forth with his movements.

She saw that he was slightly sideways, and the three-piece suit of dark gray suit put a proper fascinating curve on his waist. The elegant bronze metal buckle turned into a low-key embellishment. Under the favor of light, above The retro pattern is clear.

He tightened the black leather gloves, and the windproof lighter that was originally used to decorate but could also be used to make a crisp sound, then he lowered his head and lit a white cigarette.

It is rare to see the smoke in the season.

I only remember that she had just returned from London and saw him a few times in Haicheng. He seemed to have pumped a lot at that time, but then it gradually became less.

She also listened to Shen Mu, who said that Mo Jingshen did not like smoking very much, even if it was only occasionally.

But in the three years she was not there, he was indeed a big addiction.

The lighter is obviously just a prop for photographing. The smoke should be the staff who saw him dressed up. He always felt that he should hand over a donkey to the big man, so the big sister just picked it up, and then waited for her to change clothes, and simply It just ignited.

At this moment, the ink in her eyes is deep.

He stared at the side of the smoke.

He rolled his throat slightly when he looked down.

There was no wrist wrapped between any white cloth cuffs and black gloves.

The collar of the shirt that he clasped tightly, and the finger that he gently pulled the tie.

It seems as if it has become a walking hormone in an instant, and she has a few shots in her heart - killing on the spot.

In the warmth of the season, I accidentally touched the cleaning tool at the door of the dressing room. When I fell to the ground, I broke her imaginary thoughts that I wanted to go down.

Mo Jingshen seems to have heard the sound of this side, annihilating the remaining half of the cigarettes, and blinked in the direction of her.

When he turned around, the windbreaker and the scarf turned out of a nice arc, throwing her into the heart with the lines of tension. She only saw the eyes under his hat and black hair, deep and very, because of this. It’s not awkward to dress up in a rare sight.

The ink BOSS in front of her eyes suddenly became the sacred ink of the Republic of China, and the ink that belongs to her in her mind seemed to be intertwined in a certain time and space.

It was easy to take away her three souls and seven scorpions.

When the man looked at her, he looked at it for a while and walked straight over. Mo Jingshen looked at her up and down and saw that he had questioned the style of the suit on the warm season.

"You are going to swim. OK?"

"..."

The warmth of the season touched the dress of the students of the Republic of China and the two twists of the students. I couldn’t help but cry and said, "I haven’t gotten fat until recently. I have been too thin in the past few months. I should have worn the world. Dressed up like a girl, it’s a standard with your business tycoon, but I can’t hold the clothes...”

Ink Jing deeply endured the laughter and looked at the front because he couldn't play the end of the world, so he became the warmth of the young literary youth, and smashed the light blue student clothes and long skirts that she couldn't be.

"This is not bad. Who tells you that business tycoons must like singers? My stomach is just right. Big fish and big meat should not be eaten. Clear porridge and small dishes will only suit my appetite."

"..."

Clear porridge side dishes?

When the grandmother just came back from London, the **** that was chased by the sights of various men, did you forget the old man?

However, from the coma to the present, she is still a little thin, and she is waiting for her body to return to the most perfect state, and he dare not say that she is a porridge.

The warm season is not willing to be a porridge, turn around or go back to the locker room, intending to wear a cheongsam and the like.

Mo Jingshen waited for a moment at the door, because after the warmth of the season, he said that he wanted to choose himself, let the staff go out first, and Wanzhu just came out and wanted to find a water dispenser to pour the glass of water for the season. one person.

The man glimpsed the locker room and was concealed by Ms. Wan Zhu. He frowned and reached for help in the past to help shut the door.

As a result, the moment the man approached the door, the man’s gaze saw the scene inside. He kept his hand on the door handle and did not move.

His little woman.

I was reluctant to change the clothes of the singer, from the beginning of the spring to the clothes, then standing in front of the mirror, squinting, throwing eyes, showing each Kind of sensation, fascinating expression, probably feels not enough taste, but also smashed the clothes on the shoulders, and then continued to show the concave shape of the thigh in the mirror.

Probably the two twists on the head were too distasteful, and she untied her hair so that her long hair stood in front of the mirror and twisted.

So how satisfied she is with the suit on his body, will she be particularly dissatisfied with her because of the contrast gap?

Looking at the little woman from time to time to pick up the fabric on the waist, thinking about whether or not to take a picture with a clip behind the clip, so that it will not appear too thin.

It was so concave for a long time, the seasons were so tired that the eyes were tired, and the lingering light of the corner of the eyes glanced in front of the door.

The result suddenly saw the man who didn't know how long she had seen her. She screamed and turned around and slammed the door. The result was too fast. She wore the indoor slippers for her convenience. A cockroach rushed forward directly, and the man outside the door undoubtedly opened the door so much that he caught a small woman who plunged into his arms.

In the warmth of the season, when he got his head out of his arms, he looked at her shawl, and Mo Jing’s lips lined up slightly: “You’re giving me a hug, and it’s more than any shape.”

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