Chapter 55

"When you pay back your clothes, my aunt doesn't owe you any money, not a cent, but you owe me a life."

Yu se didn't want to save his life, but he was angry for a while, but he had a presidential suite and a standard room, so he had to open a big bed room to bully her.

It's just bad intentions.

If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't really move him last night, she directly abolished him so that he would never be humane again.

There is still such a means.

At least there is more and more knowledge in my head.

Mo Jingyao put the note away and put it in his pajama pocket. As for the suit, she didn't want it. He didn't lie before. He really bought a lot of women's clothes before the accident, and they were all in the same size.

His own chain store, of course, he bought it.

So, she doesn't want this set. He has many sets for her.

Feel the jade on the neck. Fortunately, the little girl left the jade.

Yu se sat in the garden of the hotel for a long time.

The opposite position is outside the big bed room where she and Mo Jingyao lived last night.

However, after waiting and waiting, he didn't find that he couldn't get out of the hotel without a mobile phone. Mo Jingyao opened the window and asked for help.

Did Mo Jingyao open her locked door outside?

Does he have this ability?

No way.

How can he ask for help?

You know, it's a seven star hotel. It's very soundproof.

It's the kind of small hotel that can't be compared.

Seeing that the time has been more than seven o'clock, this point Mo Jingyao should wake up.

When Yu SEU was speculating, her shoulder suddenly sank and someone patted her.

"Who?" Subconsciously turn around, even in broad daylight, just want to focus on her, or scared.

"Sister Zhang's clothes have been sent. Dear, follow me to the upstairs room to change them. Otherwise, you can wear my men's casual clothes on you. Although it can satisfy you to prove that you are my person and can transfer the taste of me to you, you are caught in this way by the reporter. It's good to say but not to listen."

Mo Jingyao's voice fell into the metaphorical ear which had been waiting for more than two hours.

She wanted to question him, but she didn't dare to ask anything.

If he didn't ask her what she was doing, she would not dare to ask or say anything.

Play dumb.

"I I don't know how I got here. Mo Jingyao, did you throw me here like this? "

Mo Jingyao looks down at the metaphorical bag. Inside the half opened zipper, his mobile phone and the telephone line of the hotel are all there.

The little woman is very cute.

However, he underestimated the potential of Mo Jingyao. He was careless in the last accident, but he solved such a small matter as today in seconds.

"Well, you sleepwalk. Let's go."

Then, metaphor became Mo Jingyao's little tail.

She walked into the lobby of the hotel with her head down and didn't dare to see people. When she changed her clothes, she followed Mo Jingyao sheepishly.

When Bugatti Weihang sailed out of the kaiwitt Hotel, he looked at the plain clothes reporter outside the hotel, and expressed fear.

Fortunately, she didn't come out like this in Mo Jingyao's clothes, otherwise, she would definitely be on a hot search today.

Thinking about it, I turned on my mobile phone.

All of a sudden, there was nothing in the gossip forum about what happened in the villa in the middle of the mountain yesterday, or the night she and Mo Jingyao stayed in the Kaiwei hotel last night.

That's good. She didn't want to get it to school.

She wants to keep a low profile.

"I went back to Jingmo school."

"Good." After sleeping all night, Mo Jingyao was very satisfied.

And he, too, should work.

He is still required to take over the stall of the Mohist group.

After so many days, if you don't take it over, the old lady can't explain it.

Besides, he has promised the old lady to go home today.

For a moment, let the little girl have a day off.

There is a long way to go.

Bugatti drove to Qimei No.1 middle school, but he still couldn't figure out how he left the hotel room.

But the lips open again and again, just don't have the courage to ask.

I feel guilty.

Mo Jingyao drives steadily, turning the steering wheel with one hand and pointing the piano finger with the other hand happily. It can be seen that he is in a good mood.

But the mood of metaphor is not good at all.

It was she who put him together.

Why did she get caught in the end.

"Mo Jingyao, how did you get out of the room?" I couldn't help it. Yu se didn't hide it. She asked the past at first. Otherwise, if Mo Jingyao didn't explain it at school, she thought she would suffocate.Mo Jing Yao light and clear turned to look at her, the smile that the corner of the lips hook up looks special not flat, "don't laugh."

Yu se reached out and pinched his face.

After that, he was stunned.

Since when has she been so used to pinching his face.

The hand dropped gently.

Just the man's lips in the line of sight still have a shallow smile.

It is obviously different from the kind of high cold that he gives people when he is unconscious, but he still looks at the high cold domineering President fan'er.

I have to say that Mo Jingyao looks better when he smiles.

She listened to her heart thumping, "you don't tell me, do you?"

"Why do you do that?"

Listening to the man's words without answering rhetorical questions, although there was no interrogative tone, on the contrary, it was like talking to her. She took a deep breath and said with reason: "it is clear that there is a standard room with a presidential suite. The manager last night asked her to leave."

"Oh, good." This time, Mo Jingyao did not refute.

The little girl must have asked clearly before she said it.

As for the manager last night, he was quite competent here. He could just subsidize her other positions with more salary.

After listening to his happy consent, Yu se felt that it was mo Jingyao who should be guilty. She had nothing to feel guilty about. "Mo Jingyao, you haven't answered my question."

"Through the wall."

"Puff Chi" a, listen to the man's serious voice, metaphor color actually smile spray.

There is a sense of a thief stealing through the wall.

But Mo Jingyao and the thief are completely two concepts.

The girl's bright smile fell into the eyes, and the smile of Mo Jingyao's lips became more and more strong.

Bugatti soon arrived near Qimei No.1 middle school.

"Mo Jingyao, just put me in the supermarket. I'll go back to school by myself."

"Good." Mo Jingyao agreed happily.

Quickly let Yu se turn his head to see him, inexplicably feel that the man promised too fast.

Quick to make her suspect.

The door opened.

Get out of the car.

Looking back, Mo Jingyao is still in the car, looking down at the mobile phone.

She walked to the school gate without thinking about anything.

Qimei No.1 middle school on Sunday is very quiet.

There are only three or two in and out of school students, all of them are students whose families are far away from school and their parents have no time to take care of them.

Her home is only a few kilometers away from the school. She has a father and a mother, but she never takes care of her.

When you think of it, your eyes are moist.

"Metaphor of color." However, all talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, did not expect her here to think of Yu family, Yu family will arrive.