Chapter 67

However, in the corridor after an instant quiet down, the next second, the man's magnetic voice suddenly sounded, "why not pinch?"

It's "boom" again. The metaphor is eager to find a crack to get in.

Her habit of pinching him was just minutes on line, and she was addicted to it.

But she used to pinch him with only two people. She never pinched him at the scene of many people.

"I'm hungry." Just want to escape from the scene of metaphor low should a, want Mo Jingyao to take her away from this land of right and wrong.

"Do some business before you go to dinner, eh?"

Metaphorical color nods, "good."

No matter what business Mo Jingyao is going to do, the final result is that he will take her to the belly.

Therefore, Mo Jingyao went to the stairway with metaphor.

Yu's villa is not a single family villa, and there is no elevator. He can only go upstairs and downstairs by stairs. Therefore, whether he wants to or not, he can only pass in front of the four members of the Yu family.

And the corridor is so short, three or two steps to the stairway.

Without waiting for Mo Jingyao to speak, Chen Meishu pushes the three people behind him to retreat together, and involuntarily makes way for Mo Jingyao.

From Mo Jingyao holding metaphor color out, she dare not out of the atmosphere.

Then, seeing with her own eyes the intimacy between Mo Jingyao and figurative color, she even stopped breathing.

Is she blind? Does she really know witchcraft.

Metaphor makes Mo Jingyao find her through witchcraft. Then, Mo Jingyao, who has been enchanted, becomes her follower. At this moment, only metaphor is left in his eyes.

But even if it is so identified Mo Jingyao, she still dare not go forward.

Helplessly watching Mo Jingyao holding metaphor color down the floor.

Then he sat on the sofa in the living room.

At this time, the man was a floor lower than their floor, but when he looked up slightly, he gave her a feeling that he was looking down at her from above.

"Come down."

At last, Chen Meishu came back to her senses.

Then, covering his stomach, he went downstairs.

After his death, Yu Jing'an, Yu Mo and Yu Yan, naturally, were awed by Mo Jingyao's powerful aura, and they could not help but follow.

Waiting for a few people to come down in the gap, Mo Jingyao put Yu se beside him, turned his head and looked at her carefully from beginning to end, "is there any discomfort?"

"No, I'm fine." She got a few hits on her stomach, and she used a little method herself, and now she has no feeling.

"Has anyone touched you where?"

"No, none of us have touched simile, uncle. You don't have to ask about metaphor. I'll tell you."

"Brush", a cold line of sight shot at Chen Meishu, then, he took out his mobile phone and said, "come in."

Mo Jingyao's ending just fell, then two men in black quickly flashed in, "less ink."

"Seal her mouth with tape." Pointing to Chen Meishu, Mo Jingyao says in a cold voice.

"No, no, uncle, whether you want to marry Yu Mo or Yu se, I'm your mother-in-law. You can't do this to me. Yu se will hate you." Chen Meishu is flustered. If her mouth is blocked, how can she talk.

Mo Jingyao didn't even look at her. In his vision, there was only one person named Yu se. He was surrounded by her waist and her breath was full of elegant fragrance. He asked again, "has anyone touched you where?"

He only knew the words of color, and others told him to shut up.

"Yes." Metaphor is an honest girl. If you have something, you will have it. If you don't, you will not.

"Who touched the metaphor?"

The living room was quiet again.

All the four men in front of them shook their heads into rattles.

Chen Meishu, in particular, shakes the fastest and most cheerful.

Because her mouth has been blocked by the man in black.

"Xiaose never talks, that's you lie, Palmer."

Hearing this, four people stopped shaking their heads and all looked at Mo Jingyao in panic.

"I didn't touch the metaphor." Yu Mo was the first to open his mouth.

Yu Mo said, Yu Yan also followed closely: "I did not."

Yu Jingan didn't say a word, but her eyes fell on Chen Meishu.

"Since you don't want to talk to yourself, it's OK. Ink one ink two, you come."

"Yes, less ink."

"Yes."

The two men in black spoke in unison, and then walked with neat steps to the nearest two people, one was Chen Meishu, the other was Yu mo.

"Don't Don't... " Yu Mo shook his head and was frightened.

Chen Meishu is flustered straight back, but how to retreat can not avoid the person in black.

"Don't hit me. I'm your future grandma Mo, and Luo Dong has admitted it. The old lady also knows that you can't beat me." Yu Mo was flustered. She felt that these two people were like messengers of hell. They could tear her up every minute.So, she bravely announced that she was the future of Mo Shao granny.

"Ah, which young grandmother of the Mohist family?" Mo Jingyao sneered at the past, his eyes like a knife.

"It's ink Ink... " But Yu Mo looks at Mo Jingyao and can't say his name.

She had a feeling that she would dare to say the name of Mo Jingyao. Mo Jingyao could pick off her skin.

Then, the body trembled, she could not help but say: "which young master of Mohism is good."

"Oh, Miss Yu, I'm sorry, brother of my generation in the Mohist family. But I have to acquiesce in marriage. However, in my dictionary of Mo Jingyao, you have no possibility of becoming a young grandmother of the Mohist school, boss."

Ink one ink two heard here, another step forward.

On the other side, Chen Meishu's face has been slapped several times, there are already several overlapping Wuzhishan.

"I have a look at myself She can be more merciful if she is in charge of her own mouth. If the man in black is in front of her, she won't have to go out for three days.

The face is bound to swell.

"The face of the one under the palm." Mo Jingyao casually grasped the figurative hand while commanding.

At this time, Yu SE's attention was all on the four people in front of him. Therefore, he didn't notice that his little hand had been slighted by Mo Jingyao. Looking at Yu Mo's palm on his face, most of his grievances had been dissipated.

"I'll do it myself. I'll do it myself." Yu Yan looked at this for a long time, also learned to Yu Mo's appearance to palm his own face.

Yu Jingan still did not speak.

Mo Jingyao gave a look, and the man in black walked over.

Yu Jingan still did not speak.

As a result, the man in black left and right in Yu Jingan's face printed one after another Wuzhishan.

"Come on, who touched the metaphor?"

"It's my mother. She played metaphor. The three of us just lifted her body and moved her body. None of us hit her." Yu Yan was scared to cry. He slapped himself and cried.