MTL - The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You-Chapter 3 But now it is different!

Chapter 3 can be different now!

The season warmed up and asked him: "Do you want to go back to the Royal Garden to eat at night?"

Ink deepened loose the neckline of the shirt and did not speak.

"I made a few dishes with Chen Yuxue~"

Ink Jing Shen heard this and looked at her: "You? Cooking?"

This said, it seems that her warm season is really like a lady who doesn't touch Yang Chunshui!

Even if she used to be like this...

Cough, but now it is different!

"Well, do you want to go back and taste it?" The season looked at him, and the smile floated.

Ink deep is a smile and a cold smile: "I can't get the medicine, change the poison?"

"..."

Sure enough, she has had too many black spots, and the medicine is only what happened last night.

In the past... The season warmed up and thought about it. I felt that I was too capricious at that time. It was ridiculous that everything in the past was vivid.

The warmth of the season looked up at him, the light fell on her neck, I wonder if she was intentional or not, and the various traces of the clavicle immediately fell into his eyes.

"The next medicine can be tossed by you for a night. If I am poisoned, the first one is likely to be me!" She said it was calm and her eyes were as calm.

Ink deep in the depths of the sun, looking at her.

He didn’t really care about it last night. I saw her lying in the quilt this morning, and she was covered in quilts. She didn’t want to see the scene of her divorce after she woke up. She simply returned to the company directly, but she did not expect that she would take the initiative.

"After last night, with your hate for me, it is not impossible to want to go with me." Mo Jing was cold and cold.

"...Is it the same? I might as well tie a time bomb to you directly! Isn't it more crisp?"

Mo Jingshen did not take care of her again.

Until the warm season stood in his office for a long time, his eyes stared at him, even if Mo Jingshen concentrated his work and kept her in the air, she always stood there, staring at him.

Mo Jing Shen raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows: "What do you want?"

"I want to eat with you." The warm season should be sound, simple and direct.

Ink deep frowns: "In order to get divorced, what are you really using? Now which is the sing?"

This man, soft, can't make her hard?

She simply stepped forward and kneeled on the desk, looking closely at the way he was working.

It is said that a man is the most charming when he is serious. She wants to say that her husband is very charming all the time. In the beginning, which string is wrong in his mind? Do you have to make a divorce?

The documents in front of Mo Jingshen were turned over one page, and the season warmed up and went to block. Before she noticed that he was looking at the company's quarterly data report, even if she was confused, it would not have much impact.

"Hands open." Mo Jingshen can no longer ignore.

The warm season put his face close to him, and smiled and said: "You said, do you want to go back?"

The warm season does have a face that reverses the sentient beings. At this time, the laughter is as lively as a teenage girl.

He said faintly: "I am at work."

The warmth of the season is not moving, blinking: "I can wait for you to work back to the Royal Garden."

"The company still has a video conference in the evening, you go back first." He caught the light and was still indifferent.

"It doesn't matter, I am waiting for you!"

Mo Jingshen suddenly closed the company in his hand, and looked at her with a cold look: "What kind of tricks do you want to play?"

The warm expression of the season was particularly calm, and even a little deliberately swept him: "I have slept before I sleep, what kind of tricks can I play?"

"..." Mo Jingshen wanted to throw her out.

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When I said that I was going to open a video conference, I really went to the meeting. There was no intention to leave it to her for a little extra time.

Two hours later, Mo Jingshen did not return.

Just fell asleep on the sofa, and the warmth of the season was awakened.

Will he just leave her alone? Will she let her sleep in the office for one night?

After all, I used to be too much in the past. If he really wants to air her now, it is not impossible...

After thinking about it, the warmth of the season began to push open another door in the president's office, which really is the rest room in the office of Mo Jingshen.

There are beds in the bathroom and some simple essentials.

The warm season habits take a shower before ten o'clock in the evening. In the three months when the previous life was imprisoned, only one wash was allowed in one month. She always felt that there were cockroaches and ants would climb onto the body, which would make it even more sensitive to a little bit of sweat on her body. endure.

Do you want to take a shower before you come back to the ink?

She walked in, because there was no change of clothes, she just found a white men's shirt in the closet and took it into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Mo Jingshen returned from the meeting and no longer saw the warmth of the season.

The office was quiet, leaving only the slight warmth of the warmth on the season.

Mo Jingshen looked at the empty office, stopped for a long time, just about to walk in and pick up the suit jacket on the back of the chair, and suddenly heard the movement inside the rest room.

Has she left yet?

After a warm bath, the shirt with ink depth of field walked out of the bathroom and wiped the long hair that was still dripping.

In front of the door to open the door, she subconsciously raised her eyes, and I saw the ink Jing Shen appeared in front of the door.

Her action of wiping her hair was stiff at the time...

Mo Jingshen apparently did not expect to see such a scene after coming in. The warm season bathed him here, even wearing his shirt standing in the dimly lit room, his eyes revealing a bit of water and sorrow.

His shirt is very large, and the neckline is falling from her shoulder from time to time, revealing a white skin.

The warmth of the season was suddenly burned by the eyes of Mo Jingshen, and the subconscious mind was busy with his legs, and his face was hot because he was not under the shirt.

"I thought you were throwing me here tonight, and wouldn't come back..." She put down her towel and explained it for her uninvited ran into his rest room.

Ink dark, don't open your eyes: "wear your own clothes!"

"I didn't bring the clothes for change, but I just called the Royal Garden. I should have someone sent it right away." She said as she walked over to him: "You are busy now? Can you go back to the Royal Garden with me?" Already?"

Mo Jingjing silently looked at this woman who was not afraid of death and dared to wear it so that he came to him.

"What time is it? It should be very late." The warmth of the season, talking to himself, and picking up his arm, looked at the time on his Patek Philippe men's watch, the time has been pointing to 10 o'clock in the evening.

The watch is very good, it is suitable for his cold temperament, how do such a tasteful man look at her?

The warm season just had to let go of the hand, but suddenly felt that the wrist was tight, and ink depth was pulled to the side of the wall, directly pressing her firmly between the wall and his body.

"The season is warm, what do you mean!" His dark, deep voice, hidden in a dangerous low dumb.

The season warmed up and stared at him for a long time, opened his mouth, and his tone was slow and firm: "From last night, I want to seriously reconsider the relationship between us..."

Ink Shen looked at her in a deep and dilute way: "Suddenly so sensible? What is the price? Divorce?"

The last life was really hurt by the divorce, and the warmth of the season was gazing at his sight.

She bit her lip and slammed her hand and pulled down his neck. He raised his face and kissed his thin cold lips.

(End of this chapter)