The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 77 Hand Tearing White Lotus

Ji Mengran's expression is stiff.

All of her deliberate moments were placed on the countertop because of Mo Jingshen’s words.

She bit her tongue and turned her eyes to Shen Heru to ask for help. Shen Heru didn't look at her. She only sat next to Ji Hongwen and put aside things that didn't matter.

When she said that she did not involve her, Meng Mengran was so depressed in her chest that she had to endure it. She simply stared at the gift box. Anyway, there is such a thing, how can the season warmer be removed!

"In my opinion, let's open the gift box and see it!" Ji Mengran insisted.

The season smiled warmly, and it was calmly reaching out. As soon as the hand was placed on the gift box, he suddenly received the sight of the old man.

Father, this is to see the season warm, in order to prevent her from really coming to Taiwan on this occasion, he warned her with eyes, don't open it. In case it is such a thing, let alone he looks at the suffocating, many of the prestigious people present are somewhat superstitious. If it is really the season to say something, the season warms can't find the steps.

The warmth of the season casts a smile that makes him feel relieved. The hand is lightly buckled on the box, and the expensive rosewood gift box is instantly opened.

As soon as I saw the thing in the middle of the middle, I just stood up because of the excitement, and my eyes blinked instantly.

How can this be?

She clearly gave things to the warm season before, but actually... actually not...

Seeing the things in the box, Ji Hongwen breathed a sigh of relief in the moment, but his eyes frowned and his eyes looked cool and looked at the petrified season.

This dead hoe! It’s really lost their family’s face!

"Grandpa, a farce, let you see a joke." The warmth of the season and laugh: "When I went to buy a gift with Jing Shen, Jing Shen said that you are very fond of ancient chess. This is a famous Gu Shiyan in the late Tang Dynasty. The ancient chess pieces left behind have been passed down from generation to generation, and they have been carefully collected in the palaces of the successive dynasties. They have been preserved so far, and I hope you can enjoy them."

Master Murray was shocked for a moment, and seemed to be unbelievable. When he came back to God, he reached out and smiled. He opened it and turned it over. He looked at him and nodded happily. "You are really a child, this is really me." I have been trying to collect for years, but I have been asking for good things without fruit! I didn’t expect to actually get it before I was born!"

Ink Jing Shen raised his hand and tapped it to let the warmth of the season standing at the table. When he spoke, his voice was as always: "The game is warm and special for you, and it takes a lot of effort."

The old man nodded happily, his eyes were inseparable from the game in his hands, and the one-page and one-page watched carefully, obviously it was really baby.

The warmth of the season quietly pulled the hand of Mo Jingshen under the table, whispering: "It is clearly what you won, how do I ask for it?"

The ink depth of the ink is very low, but it is gentle and clear: "I am yours, what you win, and of course you."

Seasonal warmth: "..."

Invisible seems to have been hardened again.

Sitting on the opposite side of the table, Meng Mengran has turned pale and panic. I want to say that the warmth of the season is a chessboard, but now I am looked at by various eyes, and the warning eyes of my father’s warning to her, she Looking up at the warm season, I don’t know how to round this matter again.

What should she do now...

The people sitting in it are very savvy. Everyone can see that she has just deliberately pulled the warm season. How can she explain it properly?

It seems... what kind of explanation can't make sense...

"Dream." The warmth of the season came suddenly, with some coldness, and it was called in public.

Ji Mengran raised his eyes sharply.

She is now afraid and hate, and the fear in her eyes can’t be hidden.

The warmth of the season is slow and long, but there is a cold meaning that can't be ignored: "We are afraid of some misunderstandings. You are also the first time to come to the Mohist school. Would you like to go with the yard behind me? Let's talk?"

Season dreams are white.

After such a long time, she already knew that the warm season was no longer the temper of being fooled by herself.

In addition to the two seasons of sitting in the ink, there are many famous people, it is a big loss!

Ji Mengran didn't say anything but didn't want to go with her.

Ji Hongwen was angry and said: "Don't hurry up with your sister? Want to continue to pout in front of so many people? Your sister is enough to give you face!"

Master Mo also said coldly: "Really, I see that there seems to be a misunderstanding between your sisters. This sister is in the crowd and falls into the sister. The old man is also seeing it for the first time in my life. If you have something to say behind."

Ji Mengran’s look is more flustered, his eyes are flashing, he dare not look at them, and he dare not look at the warm season: “I... I just just...”

At the beginning of the season, the warmth was not planned to be so complete with the season dreams. First, I did not find a suitable opportunity. Secondly, she wanted to take the opportunity to find out all the roads of the season.

But now this opportunity is very appropriate. Since Ji Mengran does not want to have a good life anymore, don't blame her.

......

Ji Mengran followed the season to warm out the lobby of the banquet, the seasons warm all the way, the season dreams followed behind, secretly playing drums.

When the backyard of the Mohist family was relatively small, the season warmed and turned.

Ji Mengran stared at her at the same time, and seized the opportunity to say: "Sister, I will tell you directly, today's things are indeed my intention, but also because of you some time ago..."

"Snapped!"

The extremely loud slaps of the palms, crisp and sudden, made the servants passing by in the distance scared.

Ji Mengran was even shocked that even his expression could not be done.

I can't believe that the warm season actually hit her slap.

What I can't believe is that the person who beat her has been letting her from a young age, hurting her warm season!

Ji Mengran raised his hand on his face and panicked his muscles on his face.

After a long time, she screamed in disbelief: "The season is warm! You actually hit me -"

"Snapped!"

It was a crisp and slap in the face, and the face of the fan's dream was on the side.

The warm, cold voice of the season is chilly and cold: "It’s you! You have no face, no skin, no endless death!"

The season is screaming again: "Quiet!"

She has never been beaten in this life!

But she was actually beaten by the warm season! Also played twice!

The season is full of trepidation: "Quiet! I hate that you are self-righteous arrogance! Why do you stand on my head everywhere, why can you..."

The season is warm and sneer, and the raise is a slap in the face.

Ji Meng did not expect that there would be a third, being beaten, and the whole face was stiff on the expression when he just spoke.

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