The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 37 gives Mo Jingsheng a child...

The place to get off is still some distance away from the downtown street to go. This time, the season is not going to take the bus or taxi.

She decided to walk over.

Although it took ten minutes to walk, it couldn’t stand it.

Mo Jingshen has never opposed these decisions of the season warm, there are cars that don't open, taxis don't sit, you have to take the bus and get tired, and now you have to walk!

The warm brain is pumping it!

Ji Mengran followed his face and walked behind him. He raised his eyes and saw the warmth of the season. He walked his head and leaned against the shoulder side of Mo Jingshen. The intimate one did not know what he was saying.

Mom. The warm season will not be planned to show love all the time.

I knew that I wouldn’t follow it. I wanted to find a chance to talk to Mo Jingshen alone, but I have no chance until now!

Not only have no chance, but I have always been loved by the eyes!

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The bustling commercial street in the center of Haicheng.

After all, shopping is a woman's interest, and Mo Jingshen rarely comes to such a place. Every time he passes by, he is also in the car, hurriedly.

The season warmed him, pointing to a family store, all kinds of big-name luxury stores are often used to go shopping, and now she is just passing by in front of the door, did not intend to go in.

After walking for about half an hour, Ji Meng was wearing high heels and behind, tired feet are not their own.

"Sister, what kind of clothes do you want to buy? Are you wearing a dress or something on the birthday of Mo Lao? It is a matter of choosing one!"

The warmth of the season seems to have not been heard. I continue to move forward with the ink of Jingjing Shen. While walking, I said to him: "What does Grandpa like? His old man is 80 years old. I think the most important thing is not my dress, but the delivery. What can he make him happy?"

"You will send him a grandson immediately. He is afraid that he will be happy to live for twenty years." The dark voice of Mo Jing is in her ear.

The season warmed him: "I didn't make a joke with you, I really intend to buy a birthday present for Grandpa!"

Mo Jingshen looked at her flashing eyes and smiled low: "I am not kidding."

The season is warm, but the heart is jumping for a long time.

When I was talking about gifts, Mo Jingshen actually gave her words to her grandchildren...

While the season warms, he continues to walk, while subconsciously sneaking into his stomach.

Although she didn't say it in her mouth, she was already starting to wrap around in various ways.

I don’t know if she and Mo Jingshen’s first child would be a boy or a girl. The boy must be like him. He is tall and handsome and fascinated with all kinds of girls. The girl’s words should be half like her, and then half. Still like him, because the five senses of Mo Jingshen are carefully separated, they are all perfect, and they all look good.

Thinking about it, the warm eyes of the season drifted through a baby shop that passed by...

In the last life, she didn't dare to expect that she would have a child who had a day to give birth to Mo Jingshen. At that time, she didn't even have a chance to look at him again, let alone have children...

"Sister! There is a high-end clothing custom center in front of me. My girlfriend often goes to the small dress. Let's go see it!" Ji Mengran suddenly came from behind, blocking the warmth of the season and the sound of the baby goods store, raising the voice Say.

The season warmed up and looked at the store that Ji Mengran said: "It’s been 80 years old, it’s not a dinner party, what dress is it?"

"Can Dad not say it? There must be a lot of people that day, and you can't always wear those clothes?" Ji Mengran grinned.

"There is no need to be so high-profile, just buy a comfortable and generous dress."

"...Sister, you used to like to wear a dress. You used to get a piece almost every week."

"That was before, not now."

Ji Meng did not ask for any good words, and suddenly turned around and complained: "Deep-depth brother, you see my sister, she seems to be particularly impatient with me! I am also a good advice!"

Kind advice?

This is clearly a reminder.

Remind Mo Jingshen to remember how proud and conceited the previous season is. The previous seasons often followed Dad to attend major charity dinners or business dinners. Her every move is the beauty and loneliness of the family. It can be called Haicheng. The first thousand gold, of course, in addition to the warmth of the season, there are a variety of beautiful evening dresses that she never repeated, each time is amazing enough.

The once warm season is so extravagant and high-profile, but now it is so simple and low-key in front of Mo Jingshen. It seems that the person was not her.

The implication is that the warm season has been installed.

Ji Mengran is deliberately wanting to let the ink Jing Shen think about it. Once that season was warm, the pride was like a peacock, and the season warmth that he had divorced for half a year.

This kind of woman is really not worthy of him.

"It's true that the birthday banquet is the most appropriate dress. It is not to go to the beauty pageant. The dress is not suitable." The ink is not salty.

The ink of Jingjing was just down, and stopped directly in front of the door of an ancient chess club.

The warm season also ignores the temperament of the face of the temperament, and looks up at this ancient chess club. The heart will ask: "Is Grandpa like this ancient chess?"

Ink-deep deep voices are low: "The ancient chess pieces left by the famous Gu Shiyan in the late Tang Dynasty were acquired by the boss of this hall. Someone had thrown 100 million high prices and did not sell them. It is still here."

"The chess scores of the late Tang Dynasty? Grandpa of the ink must like it!"

However, listening to his tone, this game should be easy to resell.

100 million are not sold, it is estimated that 200 million will not be shot.

This boss is obviously not a bad person, and hobbies and obsessions and money cannot be calculated in equal amounts.

Her eye-opening proposal: "Or else, let's take a look at it? If you can see the boss, talk to him and see how much you can sell."

Ink stunned her with a deep look: "So want to please Grandpa's favor?"

"My grandfather is very good to me. On such a special day of the 80th birthday, I always want to send a gift that I really like." The warm season is very sincere.

Mo Jing looked at her black and white eyes and suddenly laughed.

The dream behind him suddenly came over: "That's not easy. Dad doesn't have an ancient jade board in the early Tang Dynasty? Give it to Mo Lao, or take the board to change the game. This boss doesn't If you are stupid, you will definitely choose to use the chess of the late Tang to change the chessboard of the early Tang Dynasty!"

Say, Ji Mengran seems to be doing a good job in front of Mo Jingshen, and taking the initiative to pick up the phone will call home.

Mo Jingshen always focused on the season warmth: "I really want to send this?"

The season nodded warmly and looked at him with a sly look: "But with my dad's chessboard, can I do it?"

Ink cold and cold cold lips: "No need."

When the words fell, she directly took her hand into the hall in front of her, and threw the dream outside the door and left behind.

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