Chapter 39

"Don't you worry, these days, if it wasn't for metaphor, you'd be a rotten corpse now." Luo Wanyi, who took the elevator again, said without thinking.

After this sentence, Mo Jingyao picked up the small spoon that had just fallen down and scooped a mouthful of porridge into the mouth. She said that he could only eat porridge, and he only ate porridge.

"Jingyao, let mom have a look. You're all right, aren't you?" Luo Wanyi excitedly pulls Mo Jingyao's arm.

"Hiss..." Mo Jingyao gave a low hiss.

Luo Wanyi was stunned for a second. Then she remembered that Mo Jingyao had been injured in this arm. But just now he clearly took the metaphor with this hand, so that even she forgot about his injury.

"Does it still hurt? Shall I call a doctor

"Color is in." Man light, continue to eat porridge.

Luo Wanyi was so happy that she couldn't eat any more. She sat back to her seat and watched Mo Jingyao eat porridge.

Men who eat porridge are elegant and gentlemanly. What looks good is not like eating porridge, but like painting a moving painting. As long as people focus on him, they can't move away.

"Brother, you can finally wake up. Last night, our family was very busy. The people in the first room and the second room wanted to take over your president. Now you wake up, they will never bully my mother and me again."

"Well."

"Brother, why did you wake up suddenly? There was no sign at all. I was so surprised that I still felt like I was dreaming." Compared with the unaccustomed color metaphor, Luo Wanyi and Mo Jingxi are obviously used to Mo Jingyao's words like gold.

If he is not used to saying more than one word.

"Finished?"

"Well, I'm full." Mo Jing Xi met her brother Mo Jing Yao on the obedient.

Mo Jingyao directly put down the spoon and took out a card from his body, "go shopping."

"Wow, brother, did you give me your gold card?"

"No, come back." His card, in the future, only two people can use it, one he, one

Thinking of this, he turned his head and took a look at the metaphor.

"It's OK. Just lend it to me once. Thank you. I went shopping." Mo Jing Xi gets up excited and runs away.

This is a gold card. I don't know how many one million there are. She can brush as many as she wants.

Otherwise, there will be no store after this village.

"Jingyao, you..."

"No, go with her Mo Jingyao finished this sentence with a slight hook on the corner of his lips. It seemed that there was no discomfort in saying a few more words.

Luo Wanyi looked at Mo Jingyao, then at the metaphor, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I'll go with Jingxi. You can eat it slowly. Don't eat too much breakfast, just a bowl."

"Yes."

Yu se forgets the restaurant and villa that is deserted in a flash. He is a little confused, "how did you drive your mother and sister away?"

"Noisy They are noisy

Yu Seton was surprised and said, "I'm hungry. I don't talk until I'm full." Otherwise, if Mo Jingyao thinks that she is noisy, he will drive her away directly. She doesn't want to leave now.

This was the last time she had dinner in the Mohist family.

This is the second time this week that she has breakfast here. She really likes to eat the steamed buns.

The rest of the day is to eat dinner, in comparison, she prefers the Mohist breakfast.

Since it was the last such a rich meal, she decided to eat as much as she could according to the principle of not wasting.

Because, she saw with her own eyes the Mohist servants threw all the food she ate into the garbage can.

What's more, it's worth eating more.

However, Mo Jingyao's next words directly let her choke, "you don't quarrel, you say."