MTL - The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You-Chapter 34 The soundproofing of the bedroom is very good.

Chapter 34 The sound insulation of the bedroom is very good.

The next day, the sky was just bright, and the warm season was woken up by a knock on the door.

She frowned and turned, but did not flip, the whole person was embraced in the arms of the ink body.

I remembered last night... She was not even a bit shy on her face, but she was mad and wanted to slap on him.

He said that she didn't want to sleep this night, she really didn't sleep!

Mo Jingshen, this man is too vengeful, because she suddenly pushed him away for the dream of the season last night, he avenged!

after that……

In the end, he didn't seem to have anything like it. She washed her up and hugged it out, threw it in bed and hugged her to sleep, doing nothing!

The season was full of anger and anger, but because of the rapid knocking on the door outside the door, it was not safe in his arms. He tried to sit up, but he just got up and was pressed back.

The man’s eyes didn’t open, and Qing’s face had a lazy morning. When she was angry and rushing to get up, she held her mute voice: “It’s only half past five, normal people will run and knock at this time. door?"

The warmth of the season is said, this early morning run to disturb people's dreams, which is the lack of heart.

Think about it, guess who you are.

It’s really a ghost.

So Ji Mengran didn’t fall asleep all night.

The warm head was slightly awake and shrunk in his arms.

Ink sighed and snorted, frowning, and pressed her tighter in her arms.

"Be honest, don't move." The voice is evener.

The door was knocked even louder, and Ji Meng suddenly said outside the door: "Sister! Get up! Today's sunshine is particularly good, let's go to the morning!"

Ji Mengran has never been so diligent, and never took the initiative to run in the morning.

The warmth of the season suddenly sat up, and her movement was so sudden that she couldn’t help but let the ink squint open her eyes.

His voice is calm and low: "It seems that this season, I will let you come back later."

The season warmed up and looked at the door. Even if she didn't get up, she would have to be annoyed by the dreams of the seasons. She couldn't directly put the door on her face.

"Sister... you woke up without..." Ji Mengran’s tempted voice rang again outside the door.

The warmth of the season is just like lying down. Just when you can't hear it, you don't believe that the face of this early morning dream is so thick that you can knock it down regardless of the feelings of other people in the family.

Sure enough, the door was knocked for a while, and Ji Meng could not hear the sound inside, even if he guessed that he was ignored, but it is not good to knock it down, because Dad and Shen Aunt were woken up!

"What are you doing? Early in the morning! I don't know if everyone is resting?" Ji Hongwen tweeted his eyebrows and walked down from the bedroom on the third floor. When he saw the moment of the dream, his face instantly cooled down.

Ji Meng was busy taking a step back from the door. He cautiously said: "Dad, did my sister just have a cold in the past few days? I want to go to the morning with her, exercise and exercise..."

"How often do you not see you so early? I don't know if your brother-in-law slept here last night? What's the noise?" Ji Hongwen screamed, and now he was no sleepy, and warned her that she turned directly downstairs. .

The door finally recovered quietly. The warmth of the season was hard, and gradually relaxed. He gently rubbed his head in the arms of Mo Jingshen and found a comfortable posture to continue to sleep.

......

More than seven o'clock, the season warmed up and went downstairs, and saw the people downstairs, immediately smiled and turned back to the top of the back shouted: "Depth of field, my mobile phone forgot to take it, you can help me take it."

Ji Mengran is at the table, just want to find a sentence to beat and wake up so late in the warm season, the result was her back to such a sentence.

Not only did he not see the image of Mo Jingshen, but after saying the sentence in the warm season, he heard the steady footsteps and swung back from the stairway. It was obvious to go to the season to take the mobile phone.

This season is warm, I dare to call the ink Jing Shen to call it! She thought she was who!

In less than a minute, Mo Jing deep down and went downstairs. The warm season was still waiting on the stairs. After taking the mobile phone he handed, he squinted at him: "Thank you husband!"

Ink deep and clear black eyes on her line of sight, calm lips: "Go to breakfast, Dad is already waiting."

Seeing that they both walked one after the other, a fresh and beautiful and generous, a cold and clear people can not move their eyes, Ji Hongwen is not because they are late, but it is laughing Laugh, let Qin Qin go to take the breakfast that has already been prepared.

"Dad, good morning!" The spirit of the season warmly went to the nearest position of Ji Hongwen.

Shen Heru saw that she went to that position again. Her eyes were a little unpleasant. She just wanted to open a satirical sentence, but she saw that Mo Jingshen had already come. Because of his gas field and identity, he thought about it.

"Well, how about sleeping?" Ji Hongwen looked at the warmth in a good mood, and then looked directly at Mo Jingshen: "After you get married, you will return to your home for the first time. If you are not used to it, you must say it. ”

Mo Jingshen was very calm and politely nodded to him to show his courtesy: "Not bad, the sound insulation of the bedroom is very good, can't hear any movement, sleep quietly overnight."

Sound insulation?

The season warmed him a look.

This man is really black, and she bullied her like that last night. This is obviously a deliberate attempt to ridicule her.

She gave him a sneak peek, and Mo Jing Shen was only a faint smile.

Ji Mengran sat in the side of the opposite side of the two people, looking up to the ink depth of the scene.

Because in the Jijia, Mo Jingshen's eyebrows are not like the usual cold and indifferent, although there are still a few faint, but it is also really enough to give the face of the warm season, and no longer refuses to be as alienated as a thousand miles.

His body is brighter and clearer in the morning, which is really beautiful.

But his hand is thoughtfully warming the season to open the seat, not looking at others.

Ji Mengran secretly pinched the tablecloth at hand, pinching the wrinkled unsatisfactory.

(End of this chapter)