Chapter 11

It is said that Mo Jingyao is the favorite of the old lady of the Mohist family. She hugs her thigh quietly. Even if she can't walk horizontally in the Mohist school, no one dares to look forward to her openly.

"Cut..." A cold hissing voice came, "depending on you, also deserve to find my mother."

"Jingxi, how do you talk?" The old lady glared at the girl and held the figurative hand. "Girl, I didn't know about Jingyao's child until afterwards. You were wronged that day."

Although she was not sure how sincere the old lady was, she was at least the first to placate her, "what's the matter with him?"

"Not so good. The child has been lonely since he was born, and people who don't like it are not allowed to get close to him. I didn't expect that as soon as he met you, he would have a new life. However, it's too lonely to sleep all the time. Can you accompany him?"

The old man said so. Naturally, metaphor is for face. He nodded, "OK."

"Yu se, I will accompany you." Yu Mo goes to Mo Jingyao's bedroom. He is her. She never allows Yu se to accompany Mo Jingyao alone.

The man was so beautiful that she fell in love with her at the first sight. When he woke up, it was her.

"Stop." The old lady murmured, and then said, "Yu Mo, the doctor said that there should not be too many people in Jingyao's bedroom. If you have metaphor, you can sit down and eat some fruit. You will have dinner later."

Yu Mo took a look at Yu Mo and sat down beside the old lady.

As the servant took the elevator to the top floor.

When the door was opened, a faint smell of disinfectant in the hospital came, proving that the master in the bedroom must have been a person who had been ill for a long time.

"Miss Yu San, ring the bell if you need anything. We're on call."

Yu SE's eyes fell on Mo Jingyao, who was pale on the bed, but had not seen him for a few days. He had lost a lot of weight and was drowned.

However, even if the whole body is morbid, it can not hide the noble temperament of his bones.

"Sister Zhang, I remember your voice. That day, it was you who hung up my call home and asked to go to the cemetery to pick up Jingyao's phone call." Just old lady called "Sister Zhang" and asked her to send her over. She remembered the address.

Mrs. Zhang shuddered and her head fell down heavily. "Miss Yu, I didn't expect the young master didn't die that day. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Metaphorical color smile, "no matter, that day's thing really does not blame you." Even she didn't expect that she could make Mo Jingyao alive. "After that, I'll bother Mrs. Zhang when I'm here."

"Please don't bother me. If you want anything, you can tell me." If Luo Wanyi and the old lady knew that she had hung up a metaphorical phone call that day and delayed the treatment of the young master, her good days in the Mohist school would come to an end.

"Go down." With a faint tone, Mrs. Zhang stepped down.

Now Mrs. Zhang is not her confidant. However, she holds the handle of Mrs. Zhang. In the future, Mrs. Zhang will only serve her with all her heart and soul, not daring to make a mistake.

The bedroom was quiet. She walked slowly to the bed and sat down.

Goodbye to Mo Jingyao. She has five tastes in her heart.

In the past, it was clear that they couldn't fight with each other. Now, it's impossible to think big or low.

The fingertips fell gently on Mo Jingyao's face. Although it was cold, it had at least a touch of human fireworks.

"Mo Jingyao, since Yu Mo is already your fiancee, I just came to see you. I don't want to be a junior, so I don't care if you can hear me or not."

As long as she is with him, the first image reflected in her mind is mo Jingyao wearing a shroud.

No matter how handsome you are, it's awkward.