Chapter 208 is really provoked him.

For the first time in the cold war of the long time, the warmth of the season endured the urge to go out and have a look. I just kept myself in the bedroom and didn't go out.

The next morning, she took a shower in the bathroom in the bedroom. The traces on the face were almost invisible. As long as a layer of foundation was applied, it was even more invisible. Only the gauze on the forehead was somewhat eye-catching. .

She plans to go to a barber shop nearby to cut a sea to cover it. Anyway, her hair is good and her hair is very long. When the scar on her forehead fades away, the sea can grow back. It does not affect the appearance at all.

The living room was very quiet, the seasons were warm and the clothes went out, and the eyes of the bedroom door opened up with a pair of eyes.

Ink Jing calmly confronted her.

He was sitting in the living room, and it seemed that he should not sleep all night. The warmth stood in front of the door and looked at him. He didn’t mean to say anything at all. If it wasn’t for the warm season, he came out and saw him. He didn’t know. When are you going to sit here?

Facing the depth of the ink, the atmosphere was stagnant for the first time so that she could hold her breath instinctively.

At this time, Feng Ling opened the door from the outside, apparently has received a notice from Mo Jingshen, let her send the season warmer back to T.

As a result, when Feng Ling entered the door, he felt the rushing between the two people. He stood in front of the door and slammed it. The subconscious was about to turn around. Mo Jingshen stopped her: "Send her to T."

Feng Ling paused, had to turn around and went back, see the season warm has changed clothes, although there is injury on the forehead, but it looks good, but this living room is now quiet and terrible.

In the end, Feng Ling opened his mouth: "Mrs. Mr. Mo has arranged a temporary placement for me in the T-business department. From today, I can follow you in school. Rest assured, I will try my best to keep a low profile. Let others see that I am your bodyguard and will not affect your normal study life."

"Temporary transfer? Then you will live with me in T?"

I heard that the warm season is still going to live in the school. I didn't want to go back to the apartment to live. Feng Ling looked subconsciously to the ink on the sofa. The man on the sofa did not open his mouth, as if they had no dialogue at this time. relationship.

"Where do you live, I will follow where." Feng Ling replied.

The season did not speak again, and the eyes seemed to inadvertently slammed into the direction of the sofa.

I didn’t understand the warmth of the previous season. Others always said that Mo Jingshen is a kind of noble creature who can sit and slumber and freeze people. She always thinks that she is overstated, saying that he is high and cold, she admits, but he can be instantly It’s too exaggerating to freeze people, how terrible he is.

But now, Mo Jingshen is just sitting there, not even saying a word, the season is warm and deeply felt...

She really provoked him last night.

Those assumptions that he was very inexplicable to hear, seem to have inadvertently touched his scale.

There is a feeling of pulling a hair on the tiger's head.

Is it true that those words were too much yesterday?

She looked at him and wanted to open her mouth, but she heard that Mo Jingshen was ringing at the moment. He answered the phone and didn't look at her again.

Countless words are stuck in the throat. The warm season is very much like to say that he didn’t mean that last night. What kind of divorce is questioning is her assumption that she has been pumping her brains before she is careful about the birthday he planned for him. I want to apologize, but I worked hard for a long time, watching the indifference of his back when he got up to answer the phone, even a syllable could not be sent out.

After all, her anger yesterday was simply to eat a little vinegar and make trouble with him.

The ink depth of field is true, really angry.

She is nothing more than swearing that he always gives her the same size, so the incoherent language has led to the consequences of her own unprepared...

"There is still something in the company. I have to go back to Haicheng today." When Mo Jingshen put down the phone, he turned back and saw that the season was still warm. He looked down and looked at his eyes. The tone was waveless: "Let you let me go before 8:00." T big, I want to live in the bedroom, you can pack your luggage, and send it to your T-bedroom. If you really don’t want to live in this apartment, you are already in your name, rent it with you or sell."

"Are you leaving now?" The season warmed and endured, but blurted out.

Ink Jing looked at her, and Jiwen thought he could at least say something, but in the end, the man said nothing, and took the coat and took a long leg and turned away.

"Mr. Ink, Professor Lin is coming soon." Feng Ling saw the warmth of the season, and he wanted to chase out an apology but still screamed, and comforted like saying to her: "Mr. Mo should be just the company." I have to go back today, and wait for him to take time out in the next few days, and I will definitely see you."

Seeing that the warm season was not reflected there, Feng Ling said patiently: "Would you like to have a breakfast first?"

The season warmed up and condensed, turned to the kitchen, took out the cake in the kitchen, and cut and said: "No, there are so many cakes, I will go to T after eating some."

Feng Ling looked at the cake and said strangely: "Why are there four more?"

The action of the seasonly cut cake was a meal, and she looked up at her: "Do you know how many cakes there are yesterday?"

"Know, I saw Mr. Moe coming on Saturday night. It was still very strange. Later, I realized that he arrived that morning. He flew from Haicheng overnight. He specially wrapped a nearby baking house and spent a whole In the days of the day, I personally made 21 different cakes from small to large and different colors. Yesterday I sent the cakes and roses together with the people in the baking workshop..." The figure there suddenly became petrified, and realized that he seemed to say something that should not be said, even if he received the sound directly.

She flew from Haicheng on the night of Friday night. She took her back from the bar on Saturday night and took care of her whole night. She was mad at night on Sunday night and didn't sleep.

That is to say, the ink scene has not closed for three days.

The season did not speak, cut the cake with the reddest color, and gently picked up the pair of little dolls made of chocolate, put them on a plate, and carefully placed there. eat.

Seeing the warmth of the season, suddenly bowed his head and ate the cake. Feng Ling walked over: "Mrs. Me, have you quarreled with Mr. Mo?"

As a result, I was just approaching, and I saw the season warm and lowered my head while eating the cake and actually red eyes.

Feng Ling was originally a very serious and indifferent person. He saw that the season warmth that had almost never lost his tears was red. He was crying out but he was hard to bear, and Feng Ling suddenly panicked.

Afraid that she really cried, Feng Ling took the paper towel one by one to her, and the season warmed and shook his head, avoiding the hand handed up by Feng Ling: "I am fine."

"Then I will send you to T now?"

Warming the head in the season: "Let me calm down first."

(End of this chapter)