Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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Ji Nuan looked at herself dressed as a student of the Republic of China in the mirror. Although she was also very beautiful, Ms. Wan Zhu shouted praises beside her. Ji Nuan still thought she was too thin.

She touched her waist and had already made up a plan in her heart. Starting tonight, each meal has at least two dinners, one plate of vegetables and one plate of meat.

She turned and walked out of the locker room, thinking about calling for a makeup artist.

There is a small balcony not far behind the locker room. Occasionally, there are staff members smoking there. Ji Nuan knows that the locker room of Mo Jingshen is not far there and subconsciously glances in that direction.

As a result, she saw the warmth woven by sunlight on the small balcony, and a tall, upright back stood against the direction of the light, making her feel a little strange and familiar.

He wore a long dark trench coat with a heavy texture on his shoulders, and a collar of smooth-colored fur highlighting his identity, which shone in the sun's unique luster of animal hair. A dark-brimmed hat of the same color was falsely buckled on the black hair, and a light-colored long scarf was hung to the underside of the waist at the neck, swinging back and forth as he moved.

She saw him slightly sideways, the dark gray three-piece suit closed his waist with an appropriate charming curve, and the elegant bronze metal buckle became a low-key embellishment. Under the favor of light, the top The retro patterns are clearly visible.

He tightened his black leather gloves and made a crisp sound with a windproof lighter that he could have used to decorate, but then he lowered his head slightly and lit a white cigarette.

In the warm season, it is rare to see the smoke in the depth of field.

All I remember was that she had just returned from London and had seen him a few times in Haicheng. He seemed to pump a lot at that time, but it gradually decreased.

She also heard Shen Mu said that Mo Jingshen didn't like smoking very much, even if it was only occasional.

But in the three years she was absent, he was really addicted to smoking.

The lighter was obviously just a prop for taking pictures. The smoke should be when the staff saw him dressed. They always felt that they should pass one to the boss, so the boss took it so easily, and simply waited for her to change clothes. Just lit.

At this moment, the depth of ink in her eyes.

He squinted at the side of the cigarette.

He rolled his throat slightly as he lowered his head.

The unwrapped wrist between his white shirt cuffs and black gloves.

He fastened the collar of his shirt tightly, and the finger with which he loosened his tie.

They all seemed to become walking hormones in an instant, firing a few shots in her heart-killed on the spot.

Ji Nuan was so enchanted that she accidentally bumped into the cleaning tool near the locker room door and slammed into the ground, breaking all the thoughts in her mind that she wanted to bring down the big brother.

Mo Jingshen also seemed to hear the noise here, annihilated most of the remaining cigarettes, squinted his eyes and looked at her.

When he turned around, the windbreaker and scarf turned out a nice arc, and tossed into her heart with a tense line, she only saw the eyes hidden by his brim and black hair, deep and because of this Rarely seen and unruly.

At this moment, the BOSS in front of her eyes suddenly turned into the depth of field of the Republic of China business crocodile, and the depth of field in her head that belonged to her seemed to stagger in some time and space.

She easily took away her three souls and seven souls.

When the man looked at her for a while, he walked over directly, Mo Jingshen looked her up and down, and saw that he had questioned the style of Ji Nuan's suit.

"You're going to swim. OK?"

"..."

Ji Nuan touched the dress of the Republic of China student and two twisted braids, and couldn't help crying and said, "I haven't gained weight because of what I've eaten recently. I've been too thin a few months ago and I should have worn Tianya The showgirl is dressed like a business crocodile, but I can't support that kind of clothes now ... "

Mo Jingshen smiled, watching Ji Nuan, who became a young literary artist because he couldn't dress as the End of the World singer, and glanced at the light blue student clothes and long skirts that could not be more plain.

"This is also good. Who tells you that business predators must like singing girls? My stomach is just right. It's not good to eat big fish and meat. Clear porridge and side dishes are my appetite."

"..."

Congee?

When my aunt and grandmother first came back from London, she was sexually and chased by the eyes of various men. Did you forget it?

However, from the time she was injured to coma, she is still a bit thin, and when her figure returns to the most perfect state, he dare not say that she is a porridge dish.

Ji Nuan was unwilling to be a clear porridge side dish, turned around and returned to the locker room, intending to wear a cheongsam and the like.

Mo Jingshen waited at the door for a while, because Ji Nuan said he wanted to choose by himself and let the staff go out first. Wan Zhu also just came out and wanted to find a water dispenser to pour a glass of water for Ji Nuan. Only Ji Nuan was left in it. one person.

The man glimpsed a gap in the locker room by Ms. Wan Zhu, and he frowned and reached out to help close the door to avoid ****.

The moment he approached the door, the man's eyes caught a glimpse of the scene inside. He just kept his hand on the doorknob and didn't move.

His little woman.

Unwilling to change that Tianya Songgirl's clothes, from the beginning of the spring glare to wearing clothes, and then standing in front of the mirror posing, flirting, winking and showing each The charming expression of sex, probably felt that it was not enough, and dragged the clothes on the shoulders down, and then continued to expose the thigh concave shape in front of the mirror.

It was probably that the two twisted braids on her head were too offensive, and she untied her hair again, standing in front of the mirror with twisted hair.

So how satisfied is she with this suit on him, and is she particularly dissatisfied with herself because of the contrast gap?

Watching the little woman from time to time holding the cloth around her waist, using a clip to hold a piece behind when thinking about whether to take a picture, so that she will no longer look too thin.

With such a concave shape for a long time, Ji Nuan's eyes were tired and blinked, and then Yu Guang in the corner of his eyes glanced in the direction of the door.

As a result, she suddenly saw the man outside the door who didn't know how long she had watched her. She screamed loudly, turned and rushed to close the door. She ran too fast, and she wore indoor slippers for easy dressing. A puppet flew forward, and the man outside the door unsurprisingly opened the door like this, catching the little woman who plunged into his arms.

As Ji Nuan digged his head out of his arms, watching her shawl radiate, Mo Jingshen's lip line lifted slightly: "You put your arms in your arms, it's more hooked than any other style."

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